She is endless
She has many secrets
She is endless in my heart
Real in my soul,real in my own world endless and imortal.
She is the one that never abandends me..
The one who rise that spark of passion in me.
she's endless mystic..
Artemisia.
These tears, what secrets they telling us?
that we can not see..
Tears are mysterius
tears are the one that knows the best your soul and feelings
Tears knows every lie
in one drop of tier lies endles secrets,truths and lies
Artemisia.
Twin Suns…
Strange Moons…
“But stranger still is lost Carcosa”…
From the wastes to the mounts and back again,
the Yellow Sovereign is not too far
- and He’ll be even closer tonite…
…as long as i don’t delay
and rush into a safe
bubblegum world of some diminished sort…
Strange Moons…
Twin Suns…
Am i a solar-tock? Am i a lunar-tick?
Clockfoolish, dazed, counterclockwise…
“I must be coming now i’m late”…
I won’t ever be the one with the rose
Runaway through the gate at night
When way too much is to be left behind
…feel so
Phantomas' Daughter by Psychedelic-Factory, literature
Literature
Phantomas' Daughter
She wasn't interested in her own limbs,
locked them up in a box.
She was in love with Life.
She opened up her window
and there she stood in awe.
Gazing into the sunset
and never getting enough.
She didn’t mind the crawling thing
In the strange corner’s nest
Dissipated memories,
put ‘em all to rest
Here comes the dusk upon Phantomas’ daughter.
The landmark for no-one’s quest.
She wasn’t interested in her own limbs,
locked them up in a box.
Filled a weird form to get some extra-time:
she was in love with Life.
Dorothy of Oz (Lara Flack)
The Final Transform by Psychedelic-Factory, literature
Literature
The Final Transform
When i rush to my cocoon
And do kaleidoscope things,
a heart-shaped something takes place
and pops up
in my eyes all the time
as i press that little key
enabling the Final Transform
and disrupt all there’s been
So i realize …that’s it:
what it takes to restore the picture
and make it whole…
to go and bring the heart back
it takes the Final Transform
Will i see my heart come home
if i press the key?
Will i rise from my cocoon
to get where i should be?
…trembling fingertip on a jet black keyboard
Lingering eyes drawn in their stellate dream:
one more night, one more silence
one little nod, a chance
boxes of nos
Once upon a time there was a small rabbit
named Strigor.He was very vivacious guy in his
sphare time he liked to enyoy and spent time a lot on the internet.
One ordinary day observing internet he saw one small bunny named Roki.
She was so beautiful.She had beuatiful big ears and pink lips.
Strigor was amazed he knew he had to do something.
Strigor therefore began to send text messages to Roki on daily base.
Roki ask herself who is this guy named Strigor?
It seemed to her as a likable nice guy but at the same time stupid a little.
He know every now and then to say something stupid.
However as they text a lot Roki was curios about mys