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I always used to believe that when we imagined something, we became gods. Gods of our own universe far far away where we could do whatever we wanted. Where there could be castles made of bacon, rivers flowing with nutella and where pain didn't exist. Well that meant that I was also simply an idea of someone just like me. But then it hit me, that no matter how hard I tried, there was always something that distracted me from my imagination and the world that I thought of disintegrated, not to dust but to absolute nothingness. Poof, just gone. That meant that all our ideas were unstable. I could sit still in a quiet place for the rest of my life, use all my brain power and yet there was always something that distracted me and destroyed my universe. Plus all our ideas were too similar to the world. We cannot imagine colours that do not exist on the pallet of colours in the world, we cannot imagine things that are not made of matter. But the world itself, in which we live, has always b

Note:  Slender - (of a person or part of the body) gracefully thin. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder And in hers I am lost As she moved her hair across the shoulder Only then I realized her amour has a priceless cost She tells me life is beautiful And my notion begins to wonder She shows me faraway paths so bountiful And my steps start to wander The dame is the dawn Sun speaks the name The orb can continue to taunt Stubborn is the flame Her light is a splendor Stars glimmered across her bedroom window Her sight is an odor Where her almonds lure me I shall shadow To her no man shows temper Aggressiveness is just a spectacle Their knees always linger This showcase is typical Home is where the heart is A saying so true She is where the art is I have been struck too soon When she observes anon my gaze is lowered Restraint is a noble feat Superior castles I have never towered Pliancy is under her feet Oh how my soul inclines to hinder At her subsist

The Girl Who Cried Love Will you not make some with me? You are the modern epitome of cuteness Spare a little for me Share with me your body And I shall lend my dreams By surprise your smile caught me In visions hitherto unseen Forgive my lust Honor my crush For I have never slept With a beauty as such The Girl Who Cried Love Will you not cry my name tonight? As I tug on your hair And then retire our bed to write...

Note:  About a couple who repeat the same tasks every day and can't end their boring cycle. Emotions feel unbalanced Each day is too similar That even non-sense timings make sense And the farthest destination is not that far Life does not become any easier Romance is all but a lie My past needs an eraser All I react with is a sigh Getting tired so tired Of being lied - being lied to Can't just hide in this shell Getting desired so desired You are being lied - being lied to This is just a Monotonous Existence Love was always so carefree Now I touch your skin but I can't feel Maybe the grass isn't that green Forever alone behind a lonesome shield Break down the wall Let us live like we used to No matter how hard we fall It's better than being lied - being lied to Nothing to give for Our Titanic has sunk in an emotionless ocean Die in this alone world This meaningless Existence Instead of pretending