krazykorn

There is a scent that is here, And my complex mind that is no longer engaged, And is dull, Is thrown out of the mesh Of ordinary brains. And I smell the scent and my Memories dance. It all fits into place And I remember you. And how you smelt when you kissed me, That is that smell. It slowly fades away And the wind carries My temperamental bliss with it. That time, That place Swept to and fro. And now I am back To a place without that aroma, Without you.

Squeaky shoes And this day never Ends Of paper Shriveled up into ashes Burnt Dreams and Wet socks from rainy Skies Of hopes Promises,even, of life in Death Is here, and all I have are Squeaky shoes

A mere fretful warning is on my core. A hollow hole that is my heart. A secretion of liquid from my fingers. Ah... the sweetness of it all. The rage which boils in his mind. The scent of decay crosses his nose. The putrid smell of crimson stains. And oh, how he traces my lips with his eyes.

Misinterpreted soul so twisted, so complex Everyone trying to open it Make it better than it is But the secrets it holds are deep and when I talk to the wind It tells me the secrets of the soul and I know it is already incredible! Everyone says they know the soul It loves them and wants them, they say OH! How mistaken they are! It is so precious, so inside itself Keep closed! Don't share your intense beauty. Everyone sees it the same But I see it for the soul it is! A soul that they know, but don't...