Breath Of France

Disguise in the red line of another night

A single syllable collapses on the lips

For the crawling hands back to the aisle

Somewhere they met the crossing smile

Eclipses burnt with the chiming pillow

Dooming secrets hid with ashes below

Roads stayed but not those feet that lived once

Their steps forever trapped with the breath of France

The gaps felt in-between every honest second

Slow to find the photographs in screams it reckon

Frozen like the sky glittering in the moonlight

Spread across the horizon till the eyes meet

Inside the words waiting to come home

Gone with the whispers of looming chrome

Chameleon’s Rose

This day I give the night its home,

The pampered snow rain inside my fist,

All I wanted is to gallop among the wreck,

If only the stars could sing my sigh,

I would give this night its home.
The celestial papacy is proud of me,

I sit on the cliff addicted to my warmth,

Sailing every night into my eyes,

To find the only sound that can be heard,

It is a heartbeat of a home I cater,

The home of a night waiting for me.
I’m sorry! Not every whisper is a blessing,

Today I give the chameleon its rose,

To live another day when it’ll bleed,

Everyday I wait a thousand sleepless dream,

To stay in the ripples of another day,

And today I give this night its home.
The skin burns in the fear of no name,

I am just a fort of crumbled sand,

Tied to the chandelier hanging below my memories,

Not every heart is broken in even pieces,

And not every night is a home I can sleep in.
-Teddy ©

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Narcissistic Drops

Forbidden barren halls,
Monochrome standing tall above,
Walking away with an alright smile
Changing breeze of the hazy sky,
Opaque figure burning in wet pain,
Wet as the kiss of a raindrop.

Held together to the chimes of night,
New friends made in the Roman tide,
Over the pace of those little dances,
A new sight, far away hidden in the light.
The scent of a Julian air flowing,
Air streaming the rift of a raindrop.

Vast carcass of a untouched skin,
Left to bleed below the October sky,
What is heaven on the dusty sand,
When home of many awaken dreams,
Could promise with the right words,
Sinking goodbyes won’t be found,
And every raindrop will make a sound.

– Teddy ©

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Beast and the Blue

Beast and the Blue

A story void of faces to be known,
and spaces uncovered,

Whence love tamed a beast in pages,

This ink for never conquered their soul,

For their story crossed unfathomed miles,

to unite a world divided every night,

with a world united with the light.

The shadow below the dark blue fantasy, the flawless beauty,

She, a fire without wings, a magic below the depth,

Curled with his face under the streetlight,

For every fight lost to win, every kiss below the moonlight,

Always found a solace, dripped with her peace,

What is more than his screams and her countless sleep,

Is whence this love tamed a beast in every illuminated dream.
-Teddy ©

Untold Words

 

Words fell infront of the feet,

Scratched and burned,

Said unsaid, crushed under, and betrayed,

Long road of many goodbyes, heathen spirits,

Hazy footsteps draped with tears.

And yesterday only days lived in disguise,

No scars followed today, but few shattered words,

Untimely dew drops made the night darker,

A story past last kiss,

Shining with the stars,

Embers of two heartbeats, united among the dreams,

Few hallowed words left with the moon,

To greet the grave.

Here below the midnight rain, demons of faceless sleep rose up,

Closer got dunes of time and,

Left with the fallen rose.

Colder got the sunshine and the blessed soul,

Soul that kept the words locked in secret,

The spaces between the fingers bled in hues of a silent cry,

When hymens of a story written in heaven, found everything,

Except the words that found you, and, our love.

• Teddy ©