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  • The eonian chimaera of the very you is the ever impeccable scenery I have fixed these irises upon.

  • I am being ghosted by a bogus predicament that looms out to be the headstrong spectre at the feast.

  • "Ego voco tu, Thanatos. Spiritus de mors! Thanatos, ego voco tu! Moon mouthed in undertones.

  • The night orb knows one nesting doll that's under lock and key.

  • My noddle is the lair of compact crotchet, cycling reveries and complexity.

  • With these eyes on your way is the sense of wonder that devours my lucidity. And when fortune swifts yours my direction, I dive into a seraphic stupor just every time.

Monday, 15 February 2016


Posted by Moon Lei On 15 February No comments

Some place, where all else's dawn was born,
I lit upon a boy who was said to be
 the offspring of Sol.
Auroral mostly he was when caught
between the umbrae of life and his. 
Of his primitive breath, could ghastly Ivory
be also the probable wellspring?
Black high, azure low, whence came that luminescence verily?

Cursed the star that brought forth the tempest in his eyes!


Sunday, 14 February 2016


Posted by Moon Lei On 14 February No comments

They were separately enclosed in dissimilar globes. Impenetrable. Only that red-letter instance laid them the chance to barge into some dimension secluded from mundanity. No words were freed and gestures were tamed behind their arms. Even so, there was a reciprocating agreement they both adhered to.

 She saw him on the verge of retrieving his life back and her presence was never necessary. Who knew if it would be worse or surprisingly the other way around if she was to coexist? Her self-righteousness was then the sole trait she could count on surely, so she lit up her place.

 "I must stay back."
She advised herself.

 He thought it was perhaps alright to look. Not until a heavy revelation dropped on his nape; she, too, was labelled. Overtly, his eyes betrayed him by displaying his demising heart. As it was foretold by the sky, he picked up his philosophy to polish.

 "Stay away from her." He ordered himself.

The encounter served them seconds of paradise. A familiar love was there, either the kind that was scribbled on The Maker's book or an ancient one meant to be reignited. History was brought to light when a torn soul had redeemed its other half. Imponderable. The frame they were into had phenomenal attributes parallel to complementing affection, interconnecting poles; those all were chosen to be ignored for best reasons.

 Was that just it?

The Us

Posted by Moon Lei On 14 February No comments

There was eloquence in his disguise; raw sentiment, his shifty eyes veiled. Pretense colonized him part by part. He knew she was the best half of his pith and all underneath. He put up a show of not turning a hair, not even at once though in-depth were his heartbeats. His supposed ardour was sullied by a lie.

"Cruel." She thought to herself.

The counterfeit implication put her nose out of joint. Already, she inhabited him at her very first glance. It was never an intrusion for his walls voluntarily collapsed. It was regarded as play of traitorship. The happenstance was by morality a big do not but it came off regardless because she had a home in him.

"Bullshit." He told himself.

Two culprits wore alike shoes. Some time before, there was... or soon on the tip of forever, there would be... an us to them  -THE US.

Thursday, 7 January 2016

You, Something Else

Posted by Moon Lei On 07 January No comments
When I cracked your writings, I felt the existence of a man between the lines. I chanced upon his footsteps. I was brought to an ancient murk. Glittery, he was, in the dark. I saw his actuality in the raw. I crossed the line when I sunk into your eyes to find his true being, neither hide nor hair. Caught it resembling a top fidgeting on all sides. Did I affright it away?

For a couple of years, I quested for that someone I met in your songs; the subtlest you, so delicate and abstruse. I was in search of him within you, the mounting crooner, akin to an ocean. I have seen your coast though, but it was nothing like your chasm that was said to be out of bounds. Was it just my own reflection, there on your water? Was it my own abyss, I dove into? I did fall prey to deception. Nevertheless, I was happy because somehow I knew you were a counterpart; a familiar.

I believe I already came across the other you behind your eyes. He was shy; very much so. I like to name him something else.

09/09/2014 07:53

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