EverJuliet

There is this girl Her voice like dancing chimes In a timid breeze There is this boy His smile says he knows Something more than he lets on This girl With her barely-there voice Struggles with the smallest words Her doll-like mouth Like a little empty bird cage No singing today This boy with his wolfish grin Says many things so surely His clever lips are like a tangible double-entendre No lying tonight There is Something in the way her voice Now suddenly falls off At the end of each sentence There is something in the way his tone Is always steady even when his feet are not There was this girl There is this boy

Our bodies move in rhythm To a beat you cannot hear Our souls dodging schisms A break we cannot bare It's a very fluid dance A song not precise in measure Like finding Love by chance Or discovering a secret treasure The beginning is playfully unclear Just a couple of fast-paced beats But the end is quite contraire It leaves them standing from their seats

The darkness cradles a shy alabaster moon, Suspended high above, winking through the clouds. There are those who have waited, emerging from their shrouds. They've been yearning it, and it has arrived not a moment too soon. The shadows creep into the dim-lit courtyard, And the clouds bow away opening the star-dimpled sky. Rays of light rain down heavenly on he who's meant to die. And yet his eyes shine back with a fire; only with a hatred they are marred. The shadows begin to glow under a gentle caress, The fruits of their labor stood erected before them. Standing solemnly there, was a cross with a nail for each limb. It was here th

Your Beauty like a red rose's Envy, How does it never cease to beckon stares? Its grasp too firm to ever let him be, It brings you pleasure that sweet fruit does bare. The poor allured soul knows not his own name, He is faceless only marred by Love, Yet still your wild Youth he tries to tame, To keep you as such, his sweet turtle dove. A quick glance, and a nonchalant smile, The sway of your hips, and flick of your wrists, Keeps vacant Lust captivated all the while, Enchanted by the fleeting chance of a kiss. And though he swears it a life-long endeavour, Be wary, Beauty does not last forever.

I like to scream and yell and curse I talk about death and angst- no mirth No periods, not one capital letter No grammar makes it better Don't critisize me, I'll call it free verse