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*A Cadaverous Tale*
I miss writing.
So I guess I miss you.
I'd made peace with laying us to rest,
But then my ink dried up
And all I've longed to do
Is paint you with my delicate words,
But they just wouldn't come.
I wish I could rouse you from your slumber.
But a kiss would not be enough
to reignite a death in the heart.
So here I am, stuck chasing magic.
Searching for the miracles
That lay in your kisses and arms.
Yearning for the words
That spilt from me so freely
When they were written in your name
I wish I could write,
Without writing of you.
*Thank You, Lettrs!*
Here I began my journey
Here I began to make people smile.
Here I've grown to be somebody
Here I've grown to thrive.
Here I am.
I, The Poet.
Seeking inspiration in the darkness of the night,
He listens to the shadows to give him words to write.
A longing somewhere in the wind a broken heart cries out,
It's captured his attention, now's not the time to doubt.
He listens to a love gone wrong, he hears the teardrops fall,
Still he cannot turn away until he's heard it all.
It speaks to him of anguish and of a broken will,
He feels a soul begin to bleed but he listens still.
When silence again finds him in the shadows of the night,
He speaks for the voiceless within the words he'll write.
Sending hope and faith and love on wings of butterflies,
He reaches out to broken souls then he helps them rise.
We reached out to one another using
stardust and lilac perfume
and chocolate fountains.
Was the universe stuggling to get us somewhere?
Or was it just us?
He was a bird.
He too had wings.
But as other birds migrated and roamed around the world, adoring it's beauty, he rested there trapped in a cage.
His wings didn't mean anything for he was helpless to fly. Surrounded by those huge bars of life and problems, he suffocated to death.
He was rested in a box.
His wings were still with him.
He could fly unnoticed. He had achieved solace.
A Mystery in itself.
Life is a rhetorical question.
An eternal cliffhanger with no resolution.
While the society is a suspenseful saga in constant production.
We each ceaselessly endure the quest masked with bold determination, that is consistently obliterated by the puzzling yet ever compellingly beautiful, unanswerable question that is life.
*Begging for Change*
We are intertwined in a divine constant. Reaching out from beyond creation, craving the taste of sweetness on the breath of man. Starving. Gaunt on the crumbs of mercy and tolerance.
By and by, we collide in fractured axioms, filtered by suited knaves, scooping piles of poison into the mouths of the masses. They feed; little babies, not knowing the teat they suckle upon only serves to sever us from virtue. This is not the sight that forms the frame of humanity.
We bleed the bonds that silently suffer in neglect. I am not merely one of few that see! Am I? No, we are many, hidden in frustration. Igniting the night in reverent rage!
Oh, but how these eyes, langui...
*Color Me Crazy*
You hit me like ecstasy
You slapped me with the reality of my fantasy
You struck me like a bolt of lightning
Sparks flying, igniting a never ending fire
In the depths of my body, you invaded my blood stream
Made me think in colors.
Speak in memories, wade in bliss.
But time swung out it's unforgiving arms.
Dug it's claws into the essence of our love.
We could've been flying,
But destiny's intentions were cruelly unpredictable.
My feet keep the pace,
Persisting. Pushing onwards to bigger and better experience.
My mind takes a path of its own,
Shifting backwards to gentle memories of you and I.
Back to that December morning where your eyes stole the chill from my breath.
Regurgitating the happiness I felt when you uttered those 3 words in my ear.
My addiction, the rush from the sound of your voice
Still nags at my core, tugs at the strings of my heart.
We fit together like a jigsaw missing a piece,
Nearly complete but forever out of place.
You can only force the fit so much before it pulls open the cracks.
Passing the place that we parted,
Your words still echo off the walls.
So to put these memories ba...
Heat of passion, flares of temptation,
Touch of your leg, & discreet flirtation,
Flutter in my eyes, & ache of your heart,
Trying very hard, not to fall apart.
Devilish grin, to draw you in,
Across the table, I touch your skin,
Cheeky seduction, tension teasing,
Feeling my heart, rapidly beating,
Eyes are locked, & her soul strips,
Feeling the resistance, in her hips,
Biting my lip, controlling the urge,
Anticipating the moment, when we merge.
War is raging in your body
Oppression of all sorts under your skin
The same that tore your mother down and your sisters, too.
The same that will break your daughters,
because you have not been taught how to love yourself but everything outside of your own.
Yesterday, down to your birthskin and into immersion,
Water resuscitated all of your unjustified guilt.
Bathroom mirrors scrutinized more than just your upper body
You fought and you lost.
Crumpled to pieces at your own reflection- not enough strength to pull yourself from the shame
Not enough will to hold your head high and look you in the face.
You have long made excuses for this repression
Worn it like a cr...
*Keeping it Real*
Why should we hide behind our fears?
If it will only bring us regretful tears
Why do we have to end this vain romance?
Can’t we just hold on to our own stance?
Maybe we just need a little prompting
If we are afraid to go through losing,
It is not the world that could break us apart
But our senseless fears that will end the start.
Are you not strong enough to keep it real?
‘Cause I just don’t have anything to feel,
You were getting close to what has to be found
But now I think you’re going the other way around.
How long shall I wait for you to come along?
Do I still have to ask you what is wrong?
If you don’t have anything much to say
Tell me if you’ll...
No regrets, my lovely
Lets not sing that lullaby
I will walk into the darkness
Knowing what it took to try.
No regrets, my darling
Lets not chase that common dance
Just remember all my bravery
As I took that final chance.
No regrets, my sweetheart
My tempest sits at peace tonight,
Knowing all was done to gain you
That I had the will to fight.
No regrets, lets leave them
To the hearts that never tried
I fought so hard to have
Stand proudly by my side.
I crossed more frozen wastelands
Just to wander in your smile
No regrets, my love
Your memory makes it worth the while.
*When You Look Into my Eyes*
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see.
Am I still the same, are you disappointed in me.
My eyes will tell the story, of how I feel today.
Tired, angry, frustrated, my eyes have more to say.
Look a little closer, do you see a sparkle there ?
Young, bright and so full of life, now that's very rare.
They used to speak softly, show you words from my heart.
Now it's like they're screaming, tearing your heart apart.
Life has changed everything, I try to hide the pain.
My eyes can not hide it, are those tears or just rain.
I smile to conceal my feelings, buried deep inside.
But my eyes give it all away, like part of me just died.
When my eyes look...
EVERYTHING IS WAITING FOR YOU!
Your greatest mistake is to act the drama as if you are alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely, even you, at times, have felt the grand array, the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding out your solo voice.
You must note the way the soap dish enables you, or the window latch grants you freedom. Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity. The stairs are your mentor of things to come, the doors have always been there to frighten you and invite you, and the tiny speaker on your phone is your dream-ladder to divi...
*A Summer Love*
He sees her there,
Watching intently as if she were from above.
He ponders going closer,
but something's keeping him there.
Is it a sign, an omen, or just him?
Too scared to see what might happen, too scared to get rejected.
Too scared to go for it, with his walls down.
Depression is not a phase, it's a disease. It's like screaming your lungs out and nobody can hear you. It's like falling apart without anyone noticing. You must be wondering, how do I know? Well, been there, done that, twice!
When depression and anxiety come knocking on your door, you may feel absolutely hopeless and like there is nothing you can do to make it go away. Do something, be it reading, writing, talking to a dog you might or might not own. Refuse to prophecize defeat over yourself. Get out and get grounded. Find hope in the things you love.
Reach out. Find a friend you can trust and talk yourself through the depression and anxiety you are experiencing in the moment. If frien...
*Just the Two of Us**
When you play your guitar you blow my mind away.
No longer am I in troubled times, I'm lost within your play.
Sounds from your strings take me away from reality.
Man of creation giving life to a guitar cuts ties and sets me free.
A guitar is all that it is until you pick it up and do your thing.
Your touch energises life that comes out through its strings.
The sounds take me to another world filled with sheer delight.
I become as one with the sounds and vanish out of sight.
Your fingers and your ears, your brain and your mind,
combine to produce music so invigorating, oh so fine.
Your all is given to what you do when asked to perform,
fast or slow, ha...
Real Beauty is...
The flow of spoken word,
Running through our bodies like an endless heard
Filling us up from our timid ears,
With words that for years we were afraid to hear.
A dancers movements twisting in our veins,
The music flushes through them as their bodies go insane
Full of emotion that lives in their bones,
Bending in ways that are indefinitely unknown.
Sea otters holding hands while they sleep,
So far a part the other wouldn't keep
Loving each other even while at rest,
Even while they're fast asleep they're not caring any less.
The strength of culture running through our blood and bones,
Being a part of something so great and known
The knowledge of what were...