Aalyan

High into the black night, Fly ignited embers red, Lapping at lush green above, Now turning black instead. Birds unable to begin flight, Animals slowly stop and sway, Destined to join this awful end, Too weak to get away. Cold wind carrying animals screams, Distressed beyond compare, Children stripped of their mothers, Not knowing and unaware. Hooves stamping ground packed tight, Calm and strength devoid, From our past, we shall suffer, Our world forever destroyed. Trees crack to the ground below, Creeks slither by, You thought you were exempt from this, And now you ask why? Crippling scenes; the world torn down, Yet no-o

Of one thing I am sure, The days of your tyranny are almost done. Enjoy the last remnants of your power, For soon will come the day when there is none. That's the price you pay for all your actions, Now is the time for redemption and revenge. For all what you've done there are harder reactions, Justice cannot declare itself without it's avenge. I see defeat in your eyes already, And within it the look of a broken soul. You built a pitch black emptiness inside you, So that you can hurt others to fill that hole. Reach out to the pathological misery that is within your spirit, Is being evil so much more satisfying than being good?

Charred thoughts of those moments arise, trigger nerves; shivering, trembling. A phobic feeling crosses the mind, left in trance; amorous, stunned. Filled with joy beyond comparison, hearts of gold; fulsome, frisson. Hobson's Choice is the finale, one gladly performed; love, delight. Oh, what a wonderful feeling.

A distinct emotional reaction, that can form a bond and a win-lose attraction. The days go by slowly in the arms of love- Constantly grinning by the warmth of a touch. You don't abide by any set rules, you elicit your own- Waiting at the door of that certain someone's home. The feeling of being cautious while waiting outside, but it's mesmerizing to see the stars sparkle in their eyes With every nightfall you long to see them at sun rise. They will brighten your day and make blue in the skies. A fervent adoration sparks to life a feeling so plain, but when it's true it is not so normal and it has not a name. We call it love in man

What If I Could sing you A beautiful Song of many words Would you accept my heart? And keep it in your soft hands? Away from all who dare take. Would you hold it in your possession? Forever my heart will be yours to keep. None can take care of it as you would do. I trust no one but you with my heart. So precious and worthy you are. My song could only sing to- A heart as good as yours, I love you forever, And this is my, Song to you. My very, Love.

There are times when I am swallowed by an hourglass; trapped between the sands of time, not knowing whether the sun behind her was rising or setting, yet it didn't matter, nothing matters. That is how daylight is to me. No longer do I travel the ocean of her presence, illuminate the darkness of her face, or explore the world inside her eyes. They now belong with sunken ships. But there she is, caressing the wrinkles of the sea with her fingers and wearing the warmth of the sun on her back. How I wish to grow old, silently, then die, just to be part of nature, just to be part of her again.

Something of a hindrance prevents us from reaching peace it is the chain of vengeance tied around our weary knees Evil counts his disciples like how Nature counts her trees but it has been induced in the bible to spread revenge like a disease If a man pierces your eye you must react so in return until everyone loses their sight and the world becomes nocturne Though we must fight things out in life when the struggle becomes tough only the intent must be contrived such as peace, and such as love

In bed, I see different men in your eyes, just like how you hide encyclopedias in your mouth. So every time we made love, I'd unplug my heart as I inject valiums in my bloodstream. We were once on a balancing scale, opposite one another, and wondered why you were lower than me. I know why. Just like how you'd cancel our dinner because of studying human biology that night, but never needed books. I hide inside my head the answers to your lies. And each crack of my voice would let you think whether I know something or not

Confession number 1: Remember the time you cooked dinner, and you gave me a plate full of love letters? I'm sad to say that I puked them all out the next morning. Not that it tasted bad but that I may just be allergic to it. Confession number 2: Those nights that we stared at the stars, I've always imagined you wearing a Valentine's mask, as I pretended to have Deja vu. Cheating on you with my memories. Confession number 3: My gifts for you weren't special. They were made by hand and not by heart, only a replica of the original. Confession number 4: I have the talent of telling lies in three words, and used you to master it.