The willow towers on a mound of flesh

The willow towers on a mound of flesh 

drenched in battle, crimson-gore.

His shimmering silver strands of longing dances, 

stretching for miles.

Each strand searching for a slice of solace 

in the wind, uncontrollably.

A red thread ties his heart to the present, 

a gift from the heavens.

His beloved drowns in a jar of wine, hoping to wash away 

his reflection from her eyes.

While he faces the cries of a thousand soldiers, 

she cries unable to hold onto him.

As the flames of war rage, she throws her body 

at another, smoldering her longing.

flesh on flesh

His body seeps into Mother Earth's bosom, 

long perished.

Her heart seeks his presence upon ocean pearls, 

among the Siren songs.

The willow sleeps upon a mound of black ash, 

drenched in the poisons of love.

Awwwww new Xiang Liu thread ♥ 

I can't write but I'll start sharing my drawings :D

 nathsketch:

Awwwww new Xiang Liu thread ♥ 

I can't write but I'll start sharing my drawings :D

YES YES more art! ♥️

An ode for the willow

Enduring
Passing on by
Millennium.

For hundreds of
years, have I
Tear?

Eyes on lips
Fangs on neck
I yearn.

Snow-like
My wandering
Fruits.

Was all to
To spoil
You.

My Fair lady,
If I told
Trueself

What overcome
Arrow shards left
Remaining

Love at first
Sight, have you
Believing?

Yet, I crave
In the warmest
Waters

The fruits
Of what remains
Clam-shelled.

My siren,
How I long
Trueself?

Oh my.  You are killing me!

 plor20:

The poems are keeping me alive! He is just to beautiful. XD

He really is.  I keep getting distracted when I'm looking for something, cause I find a pic of him and STARE.

 Wanning94:

Hide & Seek

She was looking for him, over the ocean, while he was looking at her, unseen by her.

The one who remains,

in her eyes,

in her heart,

in her memories, was always him...

Longing for lost love will remains forever.

_Zhang Xiang Si_

 plor20:

An ode for the willow

Enduring
Passing on by
Millennium.

For hundreds of
years, have I
Tear?

Eyes on lips
Fangs on neck
I yearn.

Snow-like
My wandering
Fruits.

Was all to
To spoil
You.

My Fair lady,
If I told
Trueself

What overcome
Arrow shards left
Remaining

Love at first
Sight, have you
Believing?

Yet, I crave
In the warmest
Waters

The fruits
Of what remains
Clam-shelled.

My siren,
How I long
Trueself?

 plor20:

Beyond the Willow's shadow

Beyond the Willow's shadow,
I cowered,
Enveloped in the silver moonlight embrace,
He looks out to the deep blue sea,
And I see,
Within grasp, molasses taboo indulgences,
A taste palpable burnt,
I yearn,
Clasped tightly between golden stars grace,
He sights pass peircing through me,
And I see,
A mound, tears rained in mourn,
Hold my bossom in this hollowed space,
Just beyond the Willow's shadow.

Wow great poems