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Disquieted Mind.What would it take?
as I breathe my shallow breaths,
taste the freezing cold,
ponder over the coldness of passing deaths,
find solace in the quiet that it brings.
What would it take, for us to freeze,
disquieted thoughts shan't cease,
but we'd be distilled, frozen forever,
so long as we please.
What would it take,
to release the pain within,
the pain of being human.
Melt my heart,
give me faith.
Make my star shine a little brighter,
melt me to my core.
I know we could do better.
So what if I told you there was a way,
to release the fear,
lock it away.
Turn your face to the stars,
let your eyes shine.
The snow will fall again,
but you will know that you are mine.
and you will then ask yourself:
"What would it take for our hearts to quiet again."
The Darkened Judgement.Your uncanny eyes,
betray the most secret sound,
whispers of the dark.
Lips pursed so tightly,
though outward fear is profound,
your fate is quite sealed.
Uncertainty.I know it's true,
the cruelty of a world so fated with sorrow,
brings the uncertainty of tomorrow.
I close my eyes,
feel my heart beat fast,
a melodic thrum.
And hear the terror of the cries,
brought forth by the sound of the drum.
In the silence of promised peace,
the sound of broken skies bleeding,
and the smell of smoke falls down all around us.
A woman falls to her knees,
and gives a sullen cry:
"Do not take them!"
Her broken body fell,
bleeding desperation a casting spell.
The soldiers trail on through,
facing the brave of the storm ensued,
follow their unburdened souls through the rain.
Blaze a path through their rendering pain.
How cruel it is,
we give name to nameless virtue,
our dreams are destined to fade.
If we are to face our own storms, with driven blade,
the story would also trail away.
I've come to find,
that we are seldom blind,
to lifes rising plunder.
And the crashing of thunder grows ever louder
-the sound of it all gives
Don't make a Sound.Don't make a sound.
As my eyes wander over you
to and fro
with the vibrancy of the ambient blue.
And so I say to you:
Quiet soft, beloved, stay
take my hand
let me calm your disquieted thoughts,
I'll whisk your breath away.
Follow me into a sea of stars,
and we'll drink the time anew.
Sip at the worlds sullen fears,
stripped bare by the passing years.
Don't turn around.
You will hear a softened echo,
reverberating off time and space,
even sweeter still,
the dimples of youth still shining
so brightly on your face.
Face your fears, my love
face your fears.
Your past is in the past.
Shh, quiet, my dear
Don't you make a sound.
Soon our lives will fall to decay,
and we'll dream it all away.
The Dulling Blade.In the silence of this fastly falling twilight is where,
the sun seems to feel its warmest.
And in this darkening world is where,
I find comfort,
in the quiet solace I dwell within,
and allow that lasting warmth to permeate my all-too-soft skin.
I cast a swift glance back to where
the laughter, the easiness,
floods the pathway,
lets us not forget what the true bliss of friendship really is.
I feel my eyes grow damp, and swallow hard trying to compensate for
all these things that I feel,
each and every day.
And how simplicity is but a dream.
How nothing is what it really seems.
It demands to be felt in the most sweetest of ways.
Whether it be out of release, or of containment.
your eyes contain the darkness of drawing curtains,
of a show coming to a close.
Your smile has lost its pure radiance,
in a world dreamed up in serenity.
And replaced it was with the bitterness of what exists to be reality,
in a world as beautiful as this.
You grow quiet once again,
Feeling without Feeling.I am feeling without feeling,
the sadness of the world.
An empty kind of color,
lost within plain sight.
There is emptiness, there is pain.
That melody grows hauntingly so, with each new refrain.
Creates a choking numbness,
a solitary sound.
Doesn't take away the pain,
the crying rain.
I want what I cannott have.
And cannot have what it is I truly want.
Though there is nothing in this world unattainable,
but the things you deem unattainable.
A feeling within a feeling,
exists the same as a lie within a lie.
Forever reverberating off the walls,
of every echo in time.
My chest though still feels,
as if no ink in the world could capture the image my heart so steals,
of uncertain certainty,
in which I so crave.
My heart feels,
as if it soon may cave.
I dream of places far from here,
transcending with harsh reminder,
that dreams exist merely as dreams,
never dwelling on the liquid remnant thoughts in which we hope to be real.
Deciphering themselves between reality and sur
Yggdrasill.In my heart, their exists a place,
unlike any other.
It holds together woven dreams,
and comforts me as a mother.
Hidden in the secret depths,
of darkness and of shadow,
is where a tree of purity,
remains with me for eternity.
It glimmers with the ghostly shine,
of dwindling little hope,
comforts and protects,
and offers ideals of love.
It refrains from the permanent wilt,
cursed by inner guilt.
It's branches whisper in the dying day,
leading again my thoughts astray.
Reminding me, that with it exists infinity.
So long as your light shines on,
this broken world will stay.
As it is, as it was,
it will never fall away.
Together, like a Curse.Long ago, there was a time
in which truly was,
residing where youth played at the strings of our hearts.
Ever teasing, steady, true.
Every day, a battle for you.
It was then I fell,
as your eyes cast their quiet spell,
and I realized soon thereafter,
that there would never be a happy ever-after.
Like the kiss of a slighted curse,
gone were you,
as sure as the shadows that which melt me.
Gone and come again,
for the youth of tomorrow like the sun does not fade.
Or cast my vibrant colors to duller forms of gray.
Our Wings Flutter And SingOur Wings Flutter And Sing
my feet graze texas plains
southern currents hitting my back
and my body is left
as my soul follows what feels right.
my arms spread wide,
eyes closed and
i let the thought take me away.
i love this cliche
because i have wings with you.
i can fly because of you.
and no matter how many times
i scribble your name as a title of this poem,
i can never mutter it enough
because i’m addicted
to how it rolls off my tongue.
i miss you when i wake up,
when i sleep, when i dream,
because at least there
i wave in the morning
and kiss you through the night.
even departures there feels like
i’m leaving my home
to return to my house.
i think of you first and last,.
of your yawn and laugh,
how you scrunch your nose
and your little grin
even when you try to refuse it.
and i know you hate smiling in pictures,
but i make it my mission
to make you smile as much as possible.
i love how you keep your hair to one side
with the part in the middle.
i love how the l
if we were to never speak again.In silence absolute
I almost forgot you,
I almost remembered to forget
you, lonely afternoon
of naked breath,
the softness of sunset
as it rakes along my skin.
The nonchalance of the sky
almost unbearably falters
an outbreak of tears
weigh down my hair
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
eyes blinking through the rain
glimpses of turquoise-
blue souls dancing, but
not quite entwined.
claws into my brows,
furrows the flesh
rivulets of thought
that tear through my nervous system
cellular tinnitus, reverberations
in my spinal column,
raising mountains from
my body, darklight clouds
ghosting in the peripheries
of my vision
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
a lyrical tattoo
of ripened countryside
a vibrant concerto
washed between us
tidal colour drowning,
from your sweet humour
to my aching sternum
the cliffs fall away
and autumn breaks in upon us,
auburn sorrows of light
I Write to a Lover Who Doesn't ExistYou must've noticed how I was left bleeding
Because all you could do was stare
At me with those gemstones you call eyes.
We danced around bookshelves in the mystery section
Pretending not to notice each other
And ignoring the fact that our eyes kept meeting.
I wonder now that if we'd danced in the romance section
Would we have still ignored that part of ourselves?
And after all, aren't mysteries ment to be solved?
You must wash your hair with sunflower petals and pomegranate seeds
Because your aroma is that of a goddess
And I was attracted to you as quickly
As if you had called my name.
Would you call my name?
And would you say yours as well
Because although I have a feeling you go by Aphrodite,
We have not yet acquainted ourselves.
BellsNote how we've never really touched,
how only our elbows grazed each other in the darkened theatre.
No intentions, never;
only accidentals that skewered the phrase.
But darling, if I have ever not craved your chewed down fingernails grazing my cheek,
the memory has been long lost in a time of happier melodies.
thuggish loverno more on love. tell me
instead of the hearts you've
beaten, and the way
they kept on
lukedon't leave me again;
the seasons flutter by with
the blink of spider web eyelashes
twirled around the pieces of
my decaying heart, molded
and renewed with the dawn
of your spring palms.
my senses spark in a
drunken flood of desire;
i refuse to wash away
our finger-painted memories
into the grasping swallow of
an atlantic undertow, but
the stale taste of vodka
sleeps under my palette.
you don't arc your silver
tongue to sip my salted
gums or latch your fists
into bird's nest tangled curls
--anymore, and the shivers
of shadows spin down my
splintered spine, the snap
of a twig between your
i'm alone; your cosmic dreams
and galactic eroticism treads
underneath another damsel's
breast, an arrow to her heart.
I wallow, naked and discarded,
drinking and drowning in the
alcoholic buzz of your sweat
on my tongue, all along knowing
you and i will never love again.
Make me a soulMake me a soul next to yours,
Make it small so you can hold it in your hands,
Make it blue like in the morning to wake up in you,
Make it strong to cry in silence when you've gone.
Make me a heart as big as the sun,
Make it warm, make it good,
Good to love, good to give, good to pray,
Make it beat for us, for you, for God.
Make me hands to feel,
Make them pure to touch,
Make them soft to caress,
Make them hard to live.
Make me a voice to sing your beauty,
Make it calm when you fall,
Make it sweet when you're mad,
Make it say 'I need you'.
Make me eyes to see you when you're working,
Even if you don't notice me.
Make them big so you can see yourself in them,
Make them deep so they'll be your refuge.
Take my whole existence and seal it with a kiss,
But make me lips to know you love me.
Make me love to know I live.
Make me know that I can dream.
Make me a soul, please.
Make me yours.
I locked my heart in a mahogany box and threw away the key.
There was no one to care for - there was nothing left for me.
My heart had ceased beating long ago
after years of misery and pain.
Through countless highs and lecherous lows
I became immune to pounding rain.
I walked without even my shadow as a friend.
Numb to all emotions that surfaced to my skin.
Knowing I would be alone to the bitter end
suffering the consequences of sin.
I was shunned and shamed -
bruised and maimed.
No one cared - no one knew.
No one bothered to change my view.
My life was a silent movie
of a language no one spoke.
With plenty of plot holes for all to see
and an ending of mirrors and smoke.
It was getting hard to catch my breath.
Surely death would be oh so sweet.
Addicted to the thought like Crystal Meth,
it skipped through my head like an erratic beat.
She stumbled upon a key that washed up on the shore.
Wondering what it could unlock.
Determined to solve the riddle and explor
IridescentShe dances along the lines of poetry,
Her curls wind amongst the words
And I lie in love with each syllable
That is touched by her.
Thinking off her is not enough
She wraps round each thought
Like iron wrought ribbon -
In decadent dance
She caresses italics,
Winding her way through
Every dream with ethereal grace.
Iridescent, she taught me colour
Oh seraphim, but I am red, and
She lies in margins blue!
Forever my forbidden phallus,
She is everything taboo.
A Smile, Perchance.Shake the folly away, my dear.
Shake it all away.
For it's just fun and games, I say.
It's just fun and games.
You're the riddle to my fiddle, sweet.
And play sweet songs you do.
Make me laugh, and smile-weep.
Swept right off my feet.
Why so tense, so serious dear?
Never shall you fear.
You and I, we will be dancing.
'Round and round we'll veer.
To the left, the right, yes all around!
You'll sway me to your sound.
The smiles, oh how they dance!
You've stolen mine by chance.
And for 'ere abound, I'll be around.
Like the sun, for now I'm found.
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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