The Oceanside

The ever dazing state of this republic manifests storms beyond passion and below hate.

In her dreams the world comes closer to its inevitable doom,

Within her gaze there is a star that blinks; with very little hesitation.

In his eyes the flood of light endlessly scoffs at what remains of his vibrant tapestry.

Demolished by the perpetually inflamed cosmos, they enter a fairytale state, a moment of absolute stasis, and dissolve.

Fear continues to simmer, the anxiety that held them down like gravity, was on to an isle.

She was lost in his livid planet,

when she asked: “what scaths you so?”

He responds: “The loneliness traps me, and corrupts me...”

In this world exist where his and her happiness go, when the hour is nearing enclosement, the gates flush all that kept them alive.

“In my sleep I look to the ceiling, that’s where bitterness derives.

When I hear the minute tremors excavate, that’s where it is I dive, when it is not you and I.”

The bed of flowers grow outwardly in a ray of purple and pink, the rose’s scent is the nectar of the tiny Gods.

When I look east, I see the sky casting a spell,

when I peak west, the titans collide.

O’er the oceans I scream

O’er the mountain I feel the witch’s temperament blow to me

O’er the velvet soil I retain the woe from yesteryear.

I call this place by feet Oceanside.