These are the last poems I have scrounged up so far. Thank god, I put poems into stories I write. I only lack Love, Artemis, Dreams and Yearning. What I really have any care for finding is \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Dreams\u00e2\u20ac\u009d. The other three do not hold too much worth in my mind. Love and yearning do not since I do not even remember what they are about. Artemis was short and I know what it was about.<\/p>\n
The world freezes when I speak Then I see you Do you see me? You see me You know the feeling When you see me\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 But perhaps, maybe, <\/p>\n Oceanic Night<\/strong><\/p>\n He’s an angel with only one wing …A pane of glass on which he fell Never was he meant for the flaming blue sky …A sunless sky is what he wants There she lays with no breath in him …Charmed by the waves he is lulled to sleep Given lightness the sky once promised …Floating there watched over by the endless stars There is no need to run anymore in this life …This is the escape in time and space where he is the wind Oceanic Night was originally about a girl though. I changed it to a he for the story I plastered the poem in. I am just too lazy to change it back. Either way, thank you Kyle, Eileen and Erin! I found more poems, reconstructed the ones I could vaguely remember and relearned the tunes to some so I could write them down again! Joy!<\/p>\n ~The Happy Vampire Sheep<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" These are the last poems I have scrounged up so far. Thank god, I put poems into stories I write. I only lack Love, Artemis, Dreams and Yearning. What I really have any care for finding is \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Dreams\u00e2\u20ac\u009d. The other three do not hold too much worth in my mind. Love and yearning do not […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-32","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-old-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=32"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=32"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=32"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=32"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nUs<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nAs if I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t exist
\nAs if no one is there<\/p>\n
\nYou do not really live
\nYou need someone who cares<\/p>\n
\nI could be your friend
\nI could save you<\/p>\n
\nBut do you put on a fa\u00c3\u00a7ade?
\nBut you won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be true<\/p>\n
\nAs if you don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t exist
\nAs if no one is there<\/p>\n
\nI don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t seem to be alive
\nI don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have in the world a friend<\/p>\n
\nYou could talk to me
\nYou and I could be companions in the end.<\/p>\n
\nThe sky is a place he isn’t meant for
\nWhere the sun’s flames eats everything
\nAnd you’re scorched if you’re to ever sore.<\/p>\n
\nA wing had been eaten off his shoulder…<\/p>\n
\nWith a fire that ignites, eating at planets
\nThe very place where he would surely die
\nThe day is her time for pain and lament.<\/p>\n
\nWhere he would be with the glittering stars…<\/p>\n
\nOn a vast bed, the shimmering sea
\nHe feels like he’s in the lure of the wind
\nAnd he’s light as bird and he feels free.<\/p>\n
\nAnd his one wing is mended in weightlessness…<\/p>\n
\nThere’s no need for vanishing dreams
\nFor once there is a feeling of bliss
\nThe sky wasn’t his place it seemed.<\/p>\n
\nHe rests in the arms of the placid oceans…<\/p>\n
\nTogether he’ll be with the comforting sea
\nDrifting with the stars in an endless night
\nFor once he’s in an escape to her place of serenity.<\/p>\n
\nThat is caressed in the endless oceanic night of stars and dreams…<\/p>\n