07-01-2017, 05:40 AM
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I’m lost in dichotomy and I feel perfectly at home
between seemingly bright colors, such as pink and green,
contoured by a dark shade of blue.
mermaids make way through oceans of my subconscious,
one lost soul strands on the pearly beaches of a small island;
A lush and distorted reality where a small manor stands.
Painted white with the clouds, supported by columns carved out of dreams,
it’s a three-storied house, straight out of Freud’s fairytale.
whereas I am its sole inhabitant
I spent most my time in the attic, looking at
faded pictures and crude paintings that made me reminisce
until distant cries interrupted those distant memories.
barefooted, I rushed my way out while
grains of sand’d stick to my feet;
ready to greet my distressed guest.
I summoned the rain as I saw her gasping for breath,
catching a glimpse of her face as the torrent caressed our skin;
Aquamarine eyes that sent waves of infatuation throughout.
My heart’d beat in unison with the billows of the sea,
ever more violent with the clouds crashing down.
her smile making it a storm of contradictions
A tranquil, yet furious gale she unfortunately wished to subside
Yet we both knew she couldn’t live without the rain.
So I let her go, back into the blue abyss.
My soaked clothes a reminder we weren’t meant to be.
With a harsh realization that I was the one
who never jumped into the deep ocean for her.
Edit 1:
I’m lost in dichotomy and I feel perfectly at home
between seemingly bright colors, such as pink and green,
contoured by a dark shade of blue.
mermaids make way through oceans of my subconscious,
one lost soul strands on the pearly beaches of a small island;
A lush piece of distorted reality where a small manor stands.
Painted white with the clouds, supported by columns carved out of dreams,
a three-storied house, straight out of Freud’s fairytale.
With me as its sole inhabitant
Spent most my time in the attic, looking at my past.
Pictures and paintings making me reminisce until
distant cries interrupt my memories.
I rush my way out, barefooted
grains of sand sticking to my feet;
ready to greet my distressed guest.
I summoned the rain as she was gasping for breath,
catching a glimpse of her face as the torrent caressed our skin;
Aquamarine eyes that sent waves of infatuation throughout.
My heart’d beat in unison with the billows of the sea,
ever more violent with the clouds crashing down.
We went inside where would spend years together.
While happy, she had but one wish: for the storm to subside.
We both knew she couldn’t live without the rain.
So I let her go into the blue abyss.
My soaked clothes a reminder we weren’t meant to be.
With a harsh realization that I was the one
who never jumped into the deep ocean for her.
Original
I’m lost in dichotomy and I feel perfectly at home
between seemingly bright colors, such as pink and green,
that are contoured by a dark shade of blue.
mermaids make way through the oceans of my subconscious,
One lost soul stranded on the pearly beaches of a small island;
A lush piece of distorted reality where a small manor stands.
Painted white with clouds, supported by oaken columns carved out of dreams.
A three-storied house, straight out of Freud’s fairytale.
From the attic I hear distant cries of my unexpected guest.
I rush my way out, running barefooted
with grains of sand sticking to my feet;
I stretch out my hand as she was gasping for breath.
I summoned the rain hoping it would calm her down.
Caught a glimpse of her face as the torrent caressed our skin;
Aquamarine eyes that sent waves of infatuation throughout.
My heart’d beat in unison with the billows of the sea,
ever more violent with the clouds crashing down.
I brought her inside and would cater to her needs.
While happy, she had but one wish: for the storm to subside.
Yet we both knew she couldn’t live without the rain.
And just like that, I let her go into the blue abyss.
My soaked clothes a staunch reminder we weren’t meant to be.
Only moments later, a harsh realization that I was the one
who never considered jumping into the deep ocean for her.
I’m lost in dichotomy and I feel perfectly at home
between seemingly bright colors, such as pink and green,
contoured by a dark shade of blue.
mermaids make way through oceans of my subconscious,
one lost soul strands on the pearly beaches of a small island;
A lush and distorted reality where a small manor stands.
Painted white with the clouds, supported by columns carved out of dreams,
it’s a three-storied house, straight out of Freud’s fairytale.
whereas I am its sole inhabitant
I spent most my time in the attic, looking at
faded pictures and crude paintings that made me reminisce
until distant cries interrupted those distant memories.
barefooted, I rushed my way out while
grains of sand’d stick to my feet;
ready to greet my distressed guest.
I summoned the rain as I saw her gasping for breath,
catching a glimpse of her face as the torrent caressed our skin;
Aquamarine eyes that sent waves of infatuation throughout.
My heart’d beat in unison with the billows of the sea,
ever more violent with the clouds crashing down.
her smile making it a storm of contradictions
A tranquil, yet furious gale she unfortunately wished to subside
Yet we both knew she couldn’t live without the rain.
So I let her go, back into the blue abyss.
My soaked clothes a reminder we weren’t meant to be.
With a harsh realization that I was the one
who never jumped into the deep ocean for her.
Edit 1:
I’m lost in dichotomy and I feel perfectly at home
between seemingly bright colors, such as pink and green,
contoured by a dark shade of blue.
mermaids make way through oceans of my subconscious,
one lost soul strands on the pearly beaches of a small island;
A lush piece of distorted reality where a small manor stands.
Painted white with the clouds, supported by columns carved out of dreams,
a three-storied house, straight out of Freud’s fairytale.
With me as its sole inhabitant
Spent most my time in the attic, looking at my past.
Pictures and paintings making me reminisce until
distant cries interrupt my memories.
I rush my way out, barefooted
grains of sand sticking to my feet;
ready to greet my distressed guest.
I summoned the rain as she was gasping for breath,
catching a glimpse of her face as the torrent caressed our skin;
Aquamarine eyes that sent waves of infatuation throughout.
My heart’d beat in unison with the billows of the sea,
ever more violent with the clouds crashing down.
We went inside where would spend years together.
While happy, she had but one wish: for the storm to subside.
We both knew she couldn’t live without the rain.
So I let her go into the blue abyss.
My soaked clothes a reminder we weren’t meant to be.
With a harsh realization that I was the one
who never jumped into the deep ocean for her.
Original
I’m lost in dichotomy and I feel perfectly at home
between seemingly bright colors, such as pink and green,
that are contoured by a dark shade of blue.
mermaids make way through the oceans of my subconscious,
One lost soul stranded on the pearly beaches of a small island;
A lush piece of distorted reality where a small manor stands.
Painted white with clouds, supported by oaken columns carved out of dreams.
A three-storied house, straight out of Freud’s fairytale.
From the attic I hear distant cries of my unexpected guest.
I rush my way out, running barefooted
with grains of sand sticking to my feet;
I stretch out my hand as she was gasping for breath.
I summoned the rain hoping it would calm her down.
Caught a glimpse of her face as the torrent caressed our skin;
Aquamarine eyes that sent waves of infatuation throughout.
My heart’d beat in unison with the billows of the sea,
ever more violent with the clouds crashing down.
I brought her inside and would cater to her needs.
While happy, she had but one wish: for the storm to subside.
Yet we both knew she couldn’t live without the rain.
And just like that, I let her go into the blue abyss.
My soaked clothes a staunch reminder we weren’t meant to be.
Only moments later, a harsh realization that I was the one
who never considered jumping into the deep ocean for her.