• xyl_ayvlis 13w

    A factual piece of strangeness for the challenge @luvnotes_challenge_host #cees_strange_chall

    It's kinda alien abduction, a darkside tale of a people with_, and for everything there's the first time and ever.


    Sleepless Night/s

    On the wall, shaped shadows of distance
    winged and stoned sculpts was longing
    to be touched and caressed,
    of fingers drifting in a draft;
    yet it's not pitchy dark, city was still
    in a hustle with a light wavering in a rush,
    here and there; for the eyes in the bed,
    it was only a wall with shadows
    of sculpt and a bars, light and dark,
    pass and pass with a rushing lights;
    a wind through window sounded dull and loud,
    chill and cold; heart, lost all, to this togetherness
    of nothing and everything; mind heard a
    pumping and beats, that said burn me
    this time, I won't raise, rather remain ash;
    in fraction, again,
    it's shadows and lights and the fingers in an air;
    as hands inside a clock turned,
    day settled to quite and calmness of night;
    believe it or not, waves of thoughts in a high,
    tragically no one there to hear, eyes still open,
    sleep left before a depth of times, but not for everyone;
    howled stray might relate a straying
    soul with star, to which it wished a lasting lot;
    on those moments of pulsating and strangeness
    of the first time, not thought of doomed
    for so many other nights; between the World slept
    as a beauty, then without peace, I walking
    towards a people rest in peace with a pieces
    of winged and stoned, shadows and light.
    ©xyl_ayvlis

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    Sleepless Night/s

    On the wall, shaped shadows of distance
    winged and stoned sculpts was longing
    to be touched and caressed,
    of fingers drifting in a draft;
    yet it's not pitchy dark, city was still
    in a hustle with a light wavering in a rush,
    here and there; for the eyes in the bed,
    it was only a wall with shadows
    of sculpt and a bars, light and dark,
    pass and pass with a rushing lights;
    a wind through window sounded dull and loud,
    chill and cold; heart, lost all, to this togetherness
    of nothing and everything; mind heard a
    pumping and beats, that said burn me
    this time, I won't raise, rather remain ash;
    in fraction, again,
    it's shadows and lights and the fingers in an air;
    as hands inside a clock turned,
    day settled to quite and calmness of night;
    believe it or not, waves of thoughts in a high,
    tragically no one there to hear, eyes still open,
    sleep left before a depth of times, but not for everyone;
    howled stray might relate a straying
    soul with star, to which it wished a lasting lot;
    on those moments of pulsating and strangeness
    of the first time, not thought of doomed
    for so many other nights; between the World slept
    as a beauty, then without peace, I walking
    towards a people rest in peace with a pieces
    of winged and stoned, shadows and light.
    ©xyl_ayvlis