Heated

Heated.

Defeated, momentarily drained.

Alluring aspects applauding at a distance for they know nothing of my passion.

So how could they burn as I do when their flame could never match?

Heated, but with love as I give and give and give until the desire is no longer on fire and if so where do we go from here?

A heated passion of an alluring desire must forever remain on fire in order to applaud that flame no one could ever match and only then will you realize where you’ve came.

-BeautifiedMind

Light=Life

Watch the light as it comes and goes by the nick of a particular time. Translucent tides just consuming our eyes as they beg to stop the streams that burn the iris. Nothing to watch much, but we can never look away.  Suffocated by its tremendous beauty, but it hurts to stare. A distance only reached by the imagination I reach and reach until one eye closes to the touch. In the distant range of imagination I pierce my view of you to be this great object, which gives the rest life. Are we wrong of your doings or is it true that you shed glory on the living so that life may remain in continuation? Watch the light as it comes and goes by the nick of a particular time and in the distance range of imagination pierce your view of it to be this great object that gives you life.

Violent Domestic's

No longer waken to a dripping pillow soused in midnights of sobbing regrets of a love that either was or was never.

Bea-u-ti-ful

Take a precious precaution for the aesthetics of life within itself. Beauty without force, without thought. A beautiful way, just in existence.

In an Instant

Its in an instant where things that once were are no longer there. Its that one moment where you can no loner vivid imaginations of how this came to be. Stuck with baffled looks of why and how did this come to happen. Age processing without the slightest notice of time. Draped down memories of things you can no longer feel for they are no longer real. Stuck in this second without recognition of what can and might happen in the next. Prepared for he past, but forever ready for the future because dreaming dreams are already destinies. Besides the common knowledge of those who without cause, take up precious days of your life, needless to say, who knows if these eyes will ever live to see another day. 

Ff

Flickering feathers furiously forgetting freedom. Frightened figures finding forgiveness from forged findings. Fighting fabricated facades for fabulously faceless factors. Friendly faded flattery flown from frail failures. Faithfully fake.