My new writing.....

Marry me my sweet Goldilocks
Let me not down upon a single knee
To deface the beauty of this undiamond ring
That has no sparkle to thy flawless eyes

Marry me my sweet Goldilocks
And my heart have rest in thy gentle heart
So that when remote I am from home
I know my home is where my heart is

Marry me my sweet Goldilocks
And let the sparrows of summer glide
Be mine rainbow upon forthcoming winter
And take my eyes not from thy golden face

Marry me my sweet Goldilocks
For it is the love I have longed I find in thee
The kind that makes the moon reflects the sun
And the honey that kept Abraham to Sarah

Marry me my sweet Goldilocks
Make my tomorrow shy its sorrows
Permit me to appease my thirst upon thy waters
For thy love makes kings lay down their thrones

Marry me my sweet Goldilocks
How doth days without thee assume years?
How doth my sunny day turn into incubuses?
Oh how my heart withers when thou art away

Marry me my sweet Goldilocks
Make my youth splendor as thine golden locks
Awake my mornings to thy nightingale voice
And walk with me on this flowerless water

Marry me sweet Goldilocks
For what is love if we aren’t the affectionate of it?
Butterflies will glide when summer arises
And my lips will seek thine to taste thy secret

This is another practical poem of mine provoked my random thoughts amidst my wander at large...enjoy!!

As I await for a crippled death
That crawls upon safe souls to be a hero
I'm co-existing in a wilderness of fears
Where the lost have nicknamed me insane
I'm atoning my sins of dying selflessly
Hoping gods will cry upon my falling tonight
To let their tears drown me home
But how do I confess myself if I am the sin?

Here is a little prose poem I wrote today...called Cosmic Love

Heavens tremble at the hearing of our arrival;
for we are the sinning of saints; 
lets dawn farewell as we usher in the cosmic love; 
that from its fragments has left us blind lovers longing for twilight

 ©g!o.inked

So here is my new poem written from the perspective of someone who had died and is telling tales of his life from the world beyond

NAME: BROKEN TWILIGHT

I awake crawling out of this shell of nothing
Memories of my exit that still exist in me
Finally a flock of strangers farewell me off
Funny how none of them sung to my living
But now they make a carnival of sadness for me
Present to merry at a population less calculated
In their white silence exist nothing but gray secrets

From what lips came forth that dead don’t live?
In this world beyond in a city of Broken Twilight
We are humans of our own broken at twilight
Yes I may not taste the foods but I hunger
I hunger for memories to relive if chances arrive
I starve for risks that I was shy to take at living
But hunger is what keeps us envying the living

For I live in a world you see as a broken twilight
A world broken with no sun and no moon
I journey upon waters of shattered time
A world where we build skyscrapers from wishes
A world enslaved and ruled in the chains of regrets
It is a dark world where no sins dare live
In a world where your sun sets rise upon us

The living ask what we do in awaiting of judgment day
We play in the sand and swim in dehydrated waters
We fall in love with the mistakes we never took
I spend my immortality longing for the hymn of my heart
To risk every bit of it to every girl ready to break it
For it is in the pain the living dread that life lives
I long to carouse on the blood that flows on the wood

I miss the ones that my hands were weak to hold
And in this moment that my lips speak only silence
What’s the need of words if they aren’t to be heard?
I miss the breaths I was not courageous to take away
I miss the suns I was stubborn to shine into dark hearts
All I’m living now is a breath of a misty life
In a broken twilight haunted by the life I took for granted

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This is a poem I jotted down for the love of one of the bands that really influenced my writing style; Evanescence. It was a dare from a friend of mine to write about my love for music and for the artist/band that I love most. The writing is a mainstream goth and I picked a few lines from the band's songs to make the writing flow....Enjoy

Evanescence

I remember my origin meeting you at the open door
That moment when I was robbed all I was living for
And I was on blood hunt for all that I could perish for
It felt like my life was once again at its beginning
I stood there as you separated me from the living

It was in you I found words that made me feel better
I love you because you reflected the best of worst in me
Like you’re the one who’s been haunted in the same waters
Now let your lips move me to paradise of the thoughtless
As you numb my pains ‘til I’m made of stone

When to everybody I was the fallen going under
You saw into my eyes that I was slipping to somewhere cold
Friends and acquaintances abandoned me in the world behind
But it was your sweet voice that again made my blood alive
And in the arms of your tunes I was saved ‘fore I was undone

Now as I wake up this morning from a thousand years
To betray myself behind the mask and be everybody’s fool
I scream for you to wake me up ‘fore I reach the bottom
To defeat these confusing thoughts before I break again
I seek your voice to reach down the core where I lay cold

Many other guitar strings may shower down on this stage
And their screams may try to captivate the sanity left in me
But it is the scars of the first love that will never forever heal
It is you my immortal who swam me home aloft all of my fears
I hold my breath hoping this isn’t the last song you’ll waste on me

 ©g!o.inked

I know it's been a while since I updated this blog of mine but I'm back on it to resurrect it.
Okay so here is a poem I penned, and like my other poems, it is a creativity of random thoughts. In this is a boy in love with a girl who is dead and so he is trying to have us live through his narration of what he feels for her; I hope you enjoy it. Cheers!!!

Name: Cemetery Love

So our kind of love is not a normal fairy tale
For my princess comes out at the death of the sun
Not that she is afraid of the star that torches the day
But the only time she gets life is when owls sing
When bats finally find their courage to wear glasses
And her curfew is broken by the weeping of sinners

Normality questions my sanity on why it is her I love
Why pursue a moth when there are butterflies
Why carouse on tears if there is glut of wine
Because all my cherubs are clothed in plastic wings
All my wishing stars soar in sky in broken pieces
Because there is beauty that only the sightless sees

Her lips on mine tastes like relics of a burning wood
Dressed in oblivion she comes out looking beautiful
Her hands breeze in mine mild like wind with no path
I wish I could know her eye color but all I see is hollow
Where her heart once was beats in my chest instead
For it is in my living she finds life and my heart is hers

So here I am sitting with dry roses as I await my love
No chairs to sit on but the tombstones of her kind
As the sun introverts to let the moon watch the night
I hear whispers of merry as they dirt-off their togas
For tonight there will be a merrymaking of ghosts
On this night I’ll lose myself to unearth my love

On my note it is written one heart beats for two
For I find death in living and she finds life in dying


©g!o.inked 

Here's a poem I penned about the hidden secret that artist/poets/musicians and other people with gifted talents of putting a sun light in others world go through beneath their happy mask mask. It's called The Artist. Enjoy!!

He never waits for summer
He never waits for winter
But he waits for autumn
For as leaves fall off trees
Broken hearts again fall in love

Maybe today he will be lucky
Maybe he’ll sell more than portrait
Or collect more pennies from the well
He puts his heart on the palette
And soak the colors with his hope

He is the mirror to reflect beauty
His tender fingers hold immortality
He gives life where it will be taken
He boldly webs his pain with their joy
Beneath every portrait he lays his heart

It is not the beauty of the world-
He crafts in colors embossed on canvas
It is his truth he that he sugarcoats
Of the world falling apart inside
For he’s gifted to give hope to ugliness

Today he painted a portrait of himself
Beneath it he did not put his heart
On the white carnation laid his desires
He smiled when it drew her attention
But it was the picture she loved not him

Tomorrow he dressed in his best self
Hoping to be the man in his portrait
Maybe he will be lucky today
Maybe he will meet the best bidder
And to her he’ll draw the best portrait

He set his canvas under the falling leaves
Beneath the tree she came her hands full
Told him to make her fall in love
He drew his masterpiece with a broken heart
And on his face he put his smile

As they fell in love and left him standing
He beamed knowing it was his heart he gave her.

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We all have goals. We all have somewhere we not only dream but also wish we can be tomorrow; to climb the ladder and be on higher heights than we are currently. We all want to be something when tomorrow comes. The worst mistake right now is to not know where exactly where to land your feet when you touch down. Know the place you want to go if you want to get there and that means be distinctive and clear about what you want if you want to get it. Stop saying you want to be rich or you want to have a lot of businesses. Those are by products of goals. If you are working hard to be rich , you're in the wrong path. Go for satisfaction in doing what you love and you'll have a beautiful success.

I know sometimes we are challenged to give up on our dreams by our current circumstances, like our background or our financial niche. Remember this, greatness isn't bought but created. The goals you have didn't happen to you accidentally, they were bestowed upon you. For everyone has a task on this earth and you are only trusted with what you are capable of. Among us are those who want to be entrepreneurs, athletes, musicians, big movie directors, scientists, authors and a lot of other things. The big questions you need to ask yourself are, "What are you willing to do for it?" and "Are you ready to go to the extremes to achieve it?" Hold fast to your dreams no matter how impossible it seems for nothing is impossible; what you see as an obstacle is nothing but a challenge. We are born with unlimited potential in us but we suppress it with our weak faith in ourselves. Remember we're not only created in God's image but also likeness meaning we weren't put on this planet to be ordinary. I'm not saying achieving a dream is an easy task, but prove to the Universe that you giving up on your dreams isn't an easy task too. The only reason circumstances will try to knock you out is because, they are testing if you're willing to giving up on your dreams.

Just because there is no path it doesn't mean there's no destination. Keep your eyes on the goal and celebrate them even if they seem out of range and the path will unfold for you. Keep in mind that you don't need skills but an undying passion. Everything is set for you at the right place at the right time.

It is said we make plans but it's God who guides our steps so be ready to accept the fact that certain doors won't open for you because there's one single door meant to lead you to the perfect floor.

E.O.Wilson once said, " You're capable of more than you know. Choose a goal that seems right for you and strive to be the best, however hard the path. Aim high. Behave honorably. Prepare to be alone at times, and to endure failure. Persist! The world needs all you can give." and i add..."don't strive just to join the game; aim to be the best in the game. Success is not happening. Success is a doing."