I was away from sleep
Like a paper boat on concrete

Standing atop the lights
The wind sift through the blight

Their cares resembled mine;
Flimsy, almost lesser a dime

There is a shy beauty -
Remain the way you are

Did you speak of a page
Torn from a familiar book?

Stay away from the clangor
Of this perfidious story

I bury my head
In the light of this lamp post

Quelling the flames
That sweltered the wings of hope

Swimming in dream and sea
I stifle at the woe in my throat

Like a moonshine veiled in clouds
I’ll preserve its memory

~ artreture | onemeanderinglion

(Source: artreture)

Wandering, slowly searching
Of a sign to make it out
Live to tell the tale
With a splintered pen

Words thrashed, hearts denied
I cried for silence and honesty
And the inner turmoil
Begged for more lies

He was just like her
Running away from loneliness
He felt blue, so did she
But in a shade of gray

Everyday felt like Monday
As time unspools its threads
In elegant monotony
They ran and chase

In a daydream I imagined
I smelled close victory
Fingers idle, hands trembling
Without maps, the end is a lie

The city dusk sinks in all horizon
And the stride never sojourn
Until sadness is a company
In lieu of a memory, etcetera, etcetera

~ artreture | onemeanderinglion

Welcoming this place of sorrow,
I glance at the imperfections of my soul,
Fueling the conventions of this atmosphere,
And stroking a fixture of narcissism

As I wait for this caution of doubt,
I slumber on the road to conform,
And see a senseless past of altercations,
Clustering my cognition in an enclosed path

The vase of memory has my intricate hairs
That witnessed terror, hormone and lesions;
A map to the broken surface of the sun
Judgements wear us like a glove, hope is out

It’s beautiful, we’ve reached a new low
Arrows shoot from down under, my eyes are red
I am belittled by contretemps, enticed is I
Spar with your feelings now as I strangle mine

~ artreture | itsjustnotthatbasic

Tomorrow waved at you
With enthusing lightness
But it ebbed with an inertia
That a trap door conceals

The door yawns
With a frantic light seeping
Its ajar lips

Its tinsel obstructed
By a shapeless weight, so you
Hesitated and lingered

The future is either
Too bright or too dark
And the vagueness either
Put or takes away the thrill 

Trekking silences in hills
Breaking clocks from its ticks,
The door is open
But you refuse to take a step

Into the light
They say, hymns have sung them
But cold feet stay put

Like the sun that sets
You’ve no power over such
Mysteries and forgotten tales
That narrate our foolish choices

Descending into an avalanche
Of distraction and destruction,
The home of all that wanders;
Welcome to the void

~ artreture | onemeanderinglion

onemeanderinglion:

Glinting city windows dance
To the music of falling rain
But from this side of the window
There is no downpour of home
Just dancing stoplights
And rushing strangers on trains

I miss the verve in our old town,
how your zesty laugh and chatter
fill in the pallid sky, no, hold on,
it is the pallid sky and sunsets I miss
because they hold your lingering
voice of honey even when our lean 
and flamboyant talks started to cease

I still think of you and your hair
Soaked with my thoughts of sun
And cerulean skies of Sunday
Seated on your favorite stool
You crease your floral dress
The moonlight bouncing off
Porcelain skin my mind chases

And I rupture my clouds of rain
in these taciturn reveries,
miles and miles away from your
memories – memories alone
of your agape eyes and dense lips
and in this place, it never really rains

Heaven makes me miserable
Misery of you is my salty breeze
The dust makes my lungs hurt
I ache for your breaths

I ache for your footsteps
and the  ardent warmth around you,
the erratic hands of the clock 
whenever you’re around
Isn’t it funny how distance
brought me back to your realms?

I hope to drown your evidences
With every mug of strong coffee
And meetings with cigarettes
Tonight in these strange seas
And dusty sepia cities
The scent of your black hair
Spreads throughout me like waves
Beneath this knowing moon
I shall sleep with your ghost

~ artreture | onemeanderinglion

The flourescent light hummed
And invited you in the sheer whiteness
Of an impossible peace that is flustered
By the weight of a sleeping universe

Approaching traces of you
In a room of veils, it pulls me in
Something beats loud in my chest
Eyes don’t meet, but we’re closer

You move about in silence, touching
Shapeless things you see when you close
Your eyes – those black stones riveted
In the dark of this white room

As the silent rhythms end in time
With your breaths that take me
Ways to get you beckon the stars
You swallow me into your evenings

The sweet licorice drowned you
In the haze of the world, and for once
You are one amongst the undulating madness,
The darkness in your stark room of white

Quiet breathing, something’s wrong
This is being held, and being found
Is this you? Is this I?
Your fleeting hums this symphony

~ artreture | onemeanderinglion

The dull, faint windows
Tire from mighty, swift airs
Unrest is the growth that I know
Thinned pillows and pale hands
Descend upon flowers

Thieved of dew and slumber
Wounds trail the house
Curtains trace to tombstones
Wetted cheeks are aware

Eyes remain closed, shut,
To the heavy scent of dusk

Dreams drip from the ceiling 
A pillow rain of sympathy
The pace now a stretch from 
One second mark to the next 

Inside which 
A mind in blossom
Colours corners 
Fucks off winter 
And tells tales
Of autumn apples 

Tomorrow comes clean
And empty handed 
In waiting 
For yours

~ artreture | loqui

The drooping hours of treading rain
I remember their lulling caterwauls

Tangle in my hair, ready for summer
The dissipating shawl of my winter

Strewn upon cold towels and kerchiefs
And lazy threads, oh fancy beads

The pounding state of bells, they toll
They beckon of dawn, the broken call

Ring, the heavy scent of flowers
My moaning eaves of blue summer

Dangling like stars on angel dust
Sleeping safe on spangled bubbles

Pitter patter goes the soul that cowers
The weather vane trembled a new chapter

~ artreture | onemeanderinglion

Closed fists pounding on chests
Screams echoing strange walls
Tears falls angrily
Hurtful words plead for more
But as I sat on the floor
And looked at us, how broken we were
All it took was a twisted smile
Underneath those sad eyes
For me to watch it all begin again
For me to want to go through hell and back
As long as it’s with you

Tears resemble stars
Starfall after starfall
The night is torn mad
by the sound of your shrieking

The night falls
unto the sad nets of your eyes
with lips sealed, breaths heavy
this speaks to me:
you are but a dream,
and in my dream you are able-bodied,
lithe, like a fabric, you drop unto my world
like the dew upon grass, or the poem
to the soul

: splitevenings | artreture

We walked under
A blind velvet night
The wind held our waists
Pushing us forward
and pulling us back
And time made a pendulum
out of our strife
Hiding at the bottom
Of the pool of April
Your eyes give me away
Engines of storms
Got me thinking
Roads whisper the other way
Let’s not be rescued

: thearchitectofundoing | artreture

pretty raven you are so meek,
just a glimpse of your smile
makes me feel so weak
but do you really see me, do you?

pretty raven why don’t you show your face
don’t you know that you are
the epitome of beauty and grace
I am covered in shadow, do I glow?

your very existence
is nothing short of quintessential
the more reason for me to feel
that you’re so special
take my broken parts, will you fix me? 

pretty raven let’s conquer
the sky and the air
let’s celebrate this thread that connects us
this bond that we share
guide me with your gaze tonight, take me with you 

pretty raven let us roost
under the Oak tree’s shade
a reminder that the sun may hide, but I won’t fade
there’s a vibe in my wrist, care to give it a kiss? 

I’ll be your guardian
you’ll be safe under my wing
let’s run away, let’s hide in the night;

I’ll treasure every moment, this life
the joy that you bring
you’re my calm; we’re already there

by: someoneclaimedmyurl | artreture

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(Source: artreture)

pens falling
sound like anxious insects
prowling the underbelly
of glittered cities
where are the vacant lots
of forested calm
I doubt you’d figure
your way to the sun
behind all those lights
little one
who could see the leaves through the
trees
this time?

as mountains crumble
to the whisper
of rusting paper
green caged in banks
will the moon cater
to your subtle cries?
descending
to the voice
by the blanketed lamp
will you succumb
to an offered hand?
child,
accept this confession

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by: whoartgos and artreture

I’d like to collab soon. 

Would anyone take me? :3

with every blink
of my restless eyes
I pierce a knife into you

blood spilling as salt
pearls on my pillow
I feel for -

windows that shun
tomorrow’s dust;
the particles blind me

write me a song
I don’t want to hear
as I watch your mouth

wintertime surrenders
to the mist of breaths
that exhale from me

will you hold me
longer than my warmth
the desires are deafening

your absent pulse
and listen for the breath
that would not come

eyes shut, I rest in peace
burying your corpse
six feet below my dreams

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by: ayingmayumi | artreture

(Source: artreture)