Submissions by Rimbaudelaire

"Verses to a dream made of stone"

My heart was pounding like the waves
in a crackling sea under a white night,
and my lips that remain talking
with the unflavored silence
that harbored eternity before my eyes,
still numbing to the quiescent memory.

I give you the blood on my fingers,
the mystery of the mad man, so you can know
more about the road
where are forced to run the possesed ones.

I give you the marks of an unfinished dream
the burning in my veins calling another white night
where we can live among...

"Nocturnal Speech"

I want to lie down like a lover
between glasses of wine by the fireplace
and sail between solitary petting
where the distress placed his praise.

And when the silence and the night finally entertain
all of my bedroom and my empty chest
meet the anxious voice of my memory shouting:

¡It is time, my soul, start dreaming that beauty,
that angel who creates music from the silence
and in her maroon eyes shelter the stars!.

-Rimbaudelaire (registered poem, do not steal copycats)