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 Jun 2013 Gene
Axiana
She is beautiful
Dancing there in the light of heaven
But she is unusual
Homesick for a more cosmic direction
Life is a mutual
Understanding of spiritual intention
She is crucial
Like every soul, and depends on ascension
It's hard to stay neutral
When feeling this kind of suppression
In a world full of obsession
With possession after possession
Bleeding into a global recession
But hope is beautiful
As it shines on in the midst of depression
 Jun 2013 Gene
Tallulah
Sea Sick
 Jun 2013 Gene
Tallulah
I was your chamomile tea
You were more an earl grey
I preferred a glassy sea
But you loved afternoon decay

I was your peppermint
You were my flickering glint
Of a late night summer glimmer
Before the sun began to simmer

I was your stirred Pacific
You were my churning Atlantic
& Although it seemed romantic
We were as sunk as the Titanic
 Jun 2013 Gene
Leelan Farhan
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m sorry that you can’t
Love me.
I’m so hard to swallow
My words are lined with glass shards
My voice is never airy
I’m just a jumbled mess
And I’m sorry
I’m sorry I’m not put together
I’m sorry that I can’t let go
I want to
I’m sorry I won’t break down these walls
But it’s gonna take more than an axe
I’ve already tried that
I’ve tried everything
But I’m trapped
And I’m sorry you can’t love me
I can’t even love myself

*-lf-
I found this in my blog archive. Winter was never my season - all my darkness seems to seep from there.
© Leelan Farhan
    January 2013
 Jun 2013 Gene
Leelan Farhan
This is a ghost town,
filled with ex-lovers
and former friends.

Drowning in denial
Never to see one another
again.

This is a lost town,
where young hearts wander,
desperately clinging to their past.

We push and we pull
Pull and we push
But moments never last.

A forbidden town --
the town of my heart.
The town that closed its gates on you
As soon as we fell apart.

                         *-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    June 8 2013
 Jun 2013 Gene
Axiana
Consciousness upraising music is soul baiting
I love how the beat can break me apart
And the vocals become like glue, so invigorating
That I can't feel this bass without a change of heart

Even when times are hard I find myself waiting
To get back to this sacred place I am making
Where everything everywhere finally stops pacing
Within myself, through sensitive ears I am changing
Only when the bass is heavy do my worries start fading
And everything inside that matters begins changing
Cyclical thoughts finally start rearranging
In my imagination it's amazing
I am dancing like the wind until these inner demons stop raging
I have a burning passion for music - all kinds - but at the end of the day almost everyone I know is stunned to hear my alltime favorite genre... is heavy (vocal) dubstep :)  Something about the way the deep bass shudders and how the eerily sweet vocals move with it just shoots me into another world... anyways, enjoy the day my friends, the warm summer nights are finally here! A time of infinite poetic inspiration ;)
 Jun 2013 Gene
Axiana
Memories are frozen moments
You get to hold them when
You remember their taste
Over and over
And over again
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