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  • scythe_the_erudite 9w

    Not pretty enough

    I had just finished another work on the canvas. A silent night and starry sky. He wiped the shades of blue off my cheeks. His hair was a mess, begging for a brush of fingers. He wrapped his arms around me. A deep sigh escaped from him. He rested his chin on my head as I snuggled in comfortably. After some resisted attempts he let me look at him. His eyes looked ready to rival the sun god. I placed my hands on his cheek. A question.
    "What happened?"
    He brought me closer in response. His attention turned to the painting. A frown resided on his face.
    "Why?" He asked me with furrowed eyebrows. "Why would you never make my portrait?"
    I replied with a smile. I have never been confident of capturing those eyes with even my best palettes. Those lips that have reminded me of the sin of Adam wouldn't be perfect. How could I possibly re-create the smile that was reminiscent of a the tulip valley? And that which seemed like Poseidon's might could not be possibly forged on a piece of paper. So I smiled.
    "'Cause you are not pretty enough," I said as I laughed and hugged him back.

    ©scythe_the_erudite

  • scythe_the_erudite 18w

    Fire and Ice

    I walked into wonderland
    A hand held tightly in mine
    The sun shone a golden glimmer
    The wind whispered sweet rhymes

    A face flushed with heat,
    Or love
    Who understands the mechanics of hearts?
    I needed your amity
    Or your adoration
    Who can tell necessity and love apart?

    It’s been a long journey since then
    When we had searched for fire and ice
    We are still together
    Though in different worlds now
    With very different skies

    Though every time the sun shines on me
    I remember about your immaculate eyes
    The way wind brushes past me
    It’s like you are still here
    But now in disguise

    Do you think about me too?
    Cause I dream every night
    Not only of the things that broke my heart
    The loss and the pain
    But also of the love
    And all those lessons gained

    And so even ten years later,
    I keep living in the past
    The days when we were happy
    When we believed that love would last

    But here I am to tell you
    The girl you loved might have died
    But so did you kill the boy I loved
    Even after I begged and cried

    But here’s to a stronger you and me
    The one’s who have conquered our worlds
    Though the pain wasn’t necessary
    But we are like new flowers whorled

    And I thank you for everything
    For the love, the pain
    For the happiness and anger
    For every beautiful blossom
    And even the smallest hurricane

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    Fire and Ice

    We searched for perfection
    While forgetting
    That perfection lay in love
    The love we had for each other

    And thus for your birthday
    The best gift I could think of
    Is a thank you for everything that happened
    The things that brought us closer
    And a sorry for everything that shouldn't have happened
    The things that drew us apart

    Happy Birthday Pawan
    ©scythe_the_erudite

  • scythe_the_erudite 30w

    Sati

    Did you ask her
    What was it that she died for?

    Her pride
    Or
    Her love
    ©scythe_the_erudite

  • scythe_the_erudite 30w

    It was the color Prometheus bled after he stole fire for mankind
    It was the color Helios glowed on seeing Phathon's demise
    It was the color Icarus had seen when he closed his eyes for the final time
    It was the color Adonis held in his arms before he died
    It was the color of Ares's cries as Troy lost it's legionnaires
    It was the color of Medusa's hair before she turned vile
    And
    It was his color
    He was gold. His eyes. His smile. His touch.

    Demolition followed in tow

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    Gold

    Everything was gold
    Like the drowning sun
    Like grasping the most beautiful butterfly
    Like being enveloped in something so viscous that breathing was a distant memory

    He smiled
    His eyes lit up
    And in them

    I saw gold

    ©scythe_the_erudite

  • scythe_the_erudite 31w

    He laughed at me through the pixelated screen
    The same alluring laughter that coloured me yellow every time I heard it
    Hearing his voice had always been a remedy for sleepless nights
    It remains the same even today
    He still comes to rescue
    My golden dragon
    He held my face in his hands
    His golden eyes shone at me
    He kissed my cheeks
    He was drunk
    And he had the superpower to become adorable when losing control
    He held me tight and reminded me how much he loved me
    I smiled
    Then I cried
    And finally I was grateful for having recorded these moments

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    Obvious Future

    When you already know
    What the future holds in it's palm,
    Should it hurt more?
    Should it hurt less?

    I don't know
    But every fibre still ripples
    With the memory of us slowly drifting apart

    ©scythe_the_erudite

  • scythe_the_erudite 31w

    Roses

    I wonder what's it's about roses
    That I hold it so close to heart
    It's surely not it's beauty
    That makes my love spark
    May be then, it's the thorn I love
    And the left behind scar

    For a thing that seems so beautiful
    How is hurting such an easy art?

    ©scythe_the_erudite

  • scythe_the_erudite 31w

    Stardust

    And tonight I wish to be stardust
    The same one that makes planets, moon and sun
    And tonight I wish to be stardust
    The same one that will make you and me one

    ©scythe_the_erudite

  • scythe_the_erudite 31w

    "Dragon slayer" they called her. The first of her kind. She had slain the mighty golden dragon alive. His body was a treasure she kept for all to see.

    She used to smile often, but it never reached her eyes. They say she was not always like this. They say she once loved a boy, his eyes like an orb of gold. They say he never left her side. There are stories about how he protected her, about how he was her hearth, her home. She used to love him they say. She used to speak how he was so true, never lied. Many had warned her, told her that couldn't be true. No one was flawless after all. But she had hushed them, told them to be quite. He was on a pedestal, he was her knight. Mad in love, they say she was.

    Rumors have it, he vanished one night. The same night the dragon had appeared before her. The same night she became the dragon slayer.

    Where had the dragon come from? Who was he? No one asks. And she wanders the streets now, as if without her heart.

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    The First of Her Kind

    Who's the dragon?
    Who's the knight?
    How do you see it
    when love blindfolds your eyes?

    ©scythe_the_erudite

  • scythe_the_erudite 31w

    Frankenstein's art

    There are no monsters under the bed
    There are no monsters behind the door

    Hush
    Go to sleep
    All the monsters are gone now

    ||- he whispered as he turned her into his masterpiece -||

    ©scythe_the_erudite

  • scythe_the_erudite 31w

    Woken up?

    Cracked flesh
    Eyes screaming revolt
    Shaking fists
    Bloodied teeth
    Hair in disarray
    Soul lying in fray

    That's what you did to me
    You turned me into a nightmare
    And now

    You've woken up

    ©scythe_the_erudite

    ||who puts you back to sleep now?||