I will never bend
Even if i'm surrounded by hopelessness and despair i will never give up my place in this societal warfare who are they to judge me for whom i kiss i guess for them ignorance is really bliss.
Sadness
You let it close over your head and slip into blissful emptiness. as you slide, at last, beneath the waves of it you smile as calm steals over you.
Damned Poet
Of damned nature your poetry is, your comedy i oh so much cherish, described as divine and to cause bliss, among the ones who seem to perish.
Night thoughts - 9. - because why not
No music, no melody only onward in expression seems to be the answer to it's final key to the door only imagined to a place that never was, or can be real only this, in it's meaning, it's bliss can make complete, it's one & only deal...
Heraclitan Bird-Songs
The urn now breaks in hopeful flight - you take to air - o'er world of bliss, without the worlds that burn, when fresh, with kiss to heaven, you return.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 7
She wouldn't be able to look into people's eyes if someone found her here, in blissful spasms caused by fucking cloth. she would never be able to wash away the label of a pervert. screw the people.
Cascaded Guardians
Passion and radiant fervor marvelous beings, once divine cascaded guardians, they tread on further perhaps in limbo, perhaps on earth stars fall around them, a heavenly kiss it could be forever, even eternity they partake in this, an evanescent bliss
Day-Ja-Vu...
Anticipation, i float on as an almost invisible being before too much time passes me by i try to make progress of the test i'm taking with no reason why just, a feeling something worthwhile will come of this someway, enough shown to leave me in smiles, & bliss
Are Dreams Worth the Pain?
Is sorrow worth the bliss? can someone answer me this...? chorus: are the dreams worth the pain? do i dare dream again? or will it be another nightmare? how can anyone call this fair? i don't want to give up hope.
Poem #62: Colors Deep
Unite feel the heartbeat rise the wandering soul has fallen into the well of time i see the colors swarming me pricking poking absorbing me taken by the way-side take me for a drive down the open road of sorrow and of joy listen for the blissfulness
Why Can't The Lone Wolf Howl?
Yet, the bright blissful blossoming daylight burns the bit of ecstasy, the bit of contentment that the lone wolf once had. why can't the lone wolf howl for his pity?
Postnuptial Playing
Tj gently rubbed his foot against sydney's, and in no time their exhausted bliss gave way to one last silly foot game, kicking each other playfully. tj was laughing in joy, giving sydney pause. "i give up" the otter said.