lolita_summers

Hoping that the hope lasts long enough.

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  • lolita_summers 3w

    Grant the world all kinds of their wishes,
    Everything that they’ve come to need.
    Along the the lines of another’s fervent prayers,
    unknown to myself, some of mine shall come true.
    Let the ways of our existance seek each other;
    Let one's wisdom embrace my very own;
    We will stargaze at the biographies of our souls,
    narrating beautiful pasts and lessons we've learnt,
    gratifed for being alive at this very moment,
    greeting the inevitable with a warm, tender smile
    And making peace with the shatters that lay on earth,
    picking them up not with apologies and promises;
    But by sowing seeds of peace and co-existence,
    clearing away a thousand years of soot and smog.
    ©lolita_summers

  • lolita_summers 3w

    I watched him through the stained glass window.
    The glissade, the grace overflowing in that dingy room.
    He moved like the soft clouds that grace the sky,
    Hiding the brilliance of the sun, gathering attention.
    Just as I heaved a sigh, wishing he mentored me
    I blacked out hearing the merciless tone of "Hey fag."
    I awoke with a start and found myself bound to a rock;
    They guffawed and talked, I heard the cruel chants,
    Words that spewed the mirth of the underworld.
    And then I saw him, the perfect teacher I wanted;
    I thought he came to my rescue, the man of grace.
    Alas, it was him. there were no longer his soft eyes,
    But tough hands that shoved me into the cold river
    His eyes, a diminished ember, mocking my pride.
    ©lolita_summers

  • lolita_summers 9w

    We sit on the heavily decorated chairs;
    There is anticipation along with the joy
    Mingling with the dim light of the vast hall.
    I look over and see those pure, proud
    smiles and I find myself immensely glad,
    and I leap from the seat to give a big hug.
    The stars are twinkling just for us and
    For once, after a long time, the world is
    Revolving around us, our little family.
    Stories of laughter fill our conversation
    And before our favourite entrée arrives,
    We’re completely sated with love.


    ©lolita_summers

  • lolita_summers 12w

    You can always conclude that,
    She is empathetic and strong.
    Glorious power mixes with the
    Blood in her veins and pray,
    You never get on the wrong side.
    She is the epitome of grace
    And she's found in every woman
    You meet in your entire life.
    She'll love and care for you;
    You are fortunate to have her.
    Never, never let her down for
    You will be at the mercy of her
    Third eye and several weapons,
    With a lion roaring at your face.
    ©lolita_summers

  • lolita_summers 12w

    Flawless as she is, she sits
    On her lovely bull and listens
    To stories of worry and deceit.
    She pats and whispers words
    Of love, of bravery and of wisdom;
    That moment evokes serenity.
    Everyone has a place in the
    Heart of this white clad woman
    And that makes her special.
    ©lolita_summers

  • lolita_summers 13w

    The darkness swells within her,
    Absorbing all the worst in you.
    Her nose flares and her eyes flash,
    Anger building up as the mistakes do.
    Her name brings fear with reverence;
    Holding a thunderbolt and wearing skulls,
    She still makes way for graciousness.
    Let go of your troubled, dark intentions
    And she’ll devour them with all her spite.
    Bow to her, the powerful woman who
    Knows the way around her trident best.


    ©lolita_summers

  • lolita_summers 13w

    She is the main requisite for the
    Victory of the good over the evil
    She’ll never think twice about
    Swinging her sword at the darkest
    Whilst petting her growling lion
    She’s the spirit the world needs
    She’s the most deadly storm
    To those, proud of their vices
    She was born for a mission,
    So dangerous, that it was easy.
    ©lolita_summers

  • lolita_summers 13w

    She'll not only raise her son, but
    Your hopes and aspirations as well.
    Seek her and you will be blessed
    By the mother and her beautiful child,
    The goddess of peace and the war god.
    It was with her patience she could carry
    The fiery seed of her six-headed son.
    Together they'll slay all the negativity.
    The selfish world shall find its way
    Through a selfless and doting mother.



    ©lolita_summers

  • lolita_summers 13w

    She resides in the depths of energy,
    Powering the world she has created.
    Her warm smile extends till her eyes
    And regards the vices lurking within,
    For she created the one that destroys.
    If your toes don’t touch her line of fire,
    She’ll cup your face with her tender hands;
    Her love is what only a noble heart deserves.
    After all she is a woman, strong and wise,
    The ways of the world are at her reins.

    ©lolita_summers

  • lolita_summers 13w

    She was a shy bride waiting for him.
    His love costed her an entire life of penance.
    In front of the grand, happy family came
    A horrendous procession of all evils
    And he came covered in ash with matted hair.
    Her family turned away in utter embarrassment.
    She only felt her place at his side and hence
    She turned herself into his better half.
    Third eye ablaze, nine hands carrying weapons;
    The tenth hand bestowed soft blessings.
    Sitting on a lion she proved her love and
    They transformed into a beautiful couple.
    Compassionate as she is, mess not with her;
    For nine hands can choke danger’s neck.
    ©lolita_summers