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UntitledEach human fears feeling lonely,
Forms connections to fill all the voids,
Some attain semblance of comfort,
Others escape and avoid.
Fair weather friendships are fickle,
Our smiles hide feeble disguises,
For repression retains one's material gains,
And that's worth all the lies it comprises.
Perception means more than reflection,
Distorted with artistic ease,
Lest the storm of the day drive fair weathers away,
Our deceptions seek those who believe.
Dear Reader, please don't fear feeling lonely,
For if none gave true voice to the words,
We would never have realized its all a disguise,
And that risk is well worth the reward.
TsukinushiI miss the lips I never kissed far more than those I tasted,
For each second spent in tasting became a moment wasted,
A dream cannot be buried beneath meaningless events,
A lesson learned repeatedly for which I must repent.
A wolf can howl for all its life and never kiss the moon,
Shattered remnants of its heart left strewn across the dunes,
Born bearing unrequited love for all its lonely life,
Destined cries unanswered ripple ‘cross the starry nights.
And I was but a wolf-cub who never had a chance,
Birthed into a lonely world so empty of romance,
Hopelessness incarnate, the knight within the poet,
Who watched his dreams eroded attempting not to show it.
I miss the lips I never kissed more than the rest combined,
Enough to be required to express it with a rhyme,
Those lips will never miss me despite countless hidden wishes,
For the existence I was given came with bliss strictly forbidden.
Petals FallingA cursed flower counts the days,
That love has passed me by,
I count the petals endlessly,
Awaiting there to die.
Each petal's fall a knell of death,
Translated into beauty,
A fate accursed placed on my back,
And styled as a duty.
Duty weighs so heavily,
And death is but a feather,
Yet the mountain rests atop my back,
A burden I must weather.
The flower's final petal makes its most fluid decent,
The crushing weight replaced by a feather's elegance.
UntitledDid it hurt when you fell from heaven?
'Cause it hurt when you sent me to hell,
Just because you're an angel that's fallen,
Doesn't mean you should take me as well.
I never asked to be broken,
It just sort of came with the past,
Punished for noble intentions,
Thrown out to rot with the trash.
I just wanted something that mattered,
A place that was safe to call home,
But the lies in your eyes oh so sweetly disguised,
Told a story quite far from my own.
Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
Is that why you sent me to hell?
If I'd known the truth on the day that we'd met,
Id have made sure that I never fell.
Black CatA black cat crossed my path today,
And I could feel luck swing my way,
A funny thing the twists of fate,
The subtle change throughout the day,
A whiff of something on the breeze,
That stirs nostalgic memories,
Stolen kisses in the spring,
Silly wishes, promise rings,
Musty castles far away,
The scents that lead my heart astray.
A black cat crossed my path today,
The sunshine stirred my heart awake,
Feelings faded with the years,
From youthful bliss and wishes dear,
A desperate dream that clung to life,
Tinged quite slightly with contrite.
The EpilogueI loved a little lonely girl, with all my shattered heart,
A Poet, Knight, romantic who was hopeless from the start,
She used me and she broke me and she threw my heart away,
Yet I see the eyes upon the eyelids whether sleeping or awake.
So, please, won't you kindly save me from this darkness and this pain,
A fall for someone broken is not predestined to be vain,
For romance is a specialty I've perfected since conception,
So upon your first impression make a cursory inspection.
Fall in love with me and I can show you all the things you've dreamed,
Then add romance to the story as an author writes his scenes,
Save me from this darkness and I'll thank you for the light,
With an endless life of smiles, an eternal loyal Knight.
The StoryI loved a little, lonely girl,
With hair of bushy auburn curls,
I loved her with my healthy heart,
Doomed to shatter all apart.
This little girl, upon first sight,
Out shined the sun to make it night,
Waited anxious during class,
To hear the name to which she matched.
Once softly heard her name was burned,
Into a heart which sorely yearned,
To whisper sweetly, taste the sound,
Of the name which had it bound.
For many years that boy did chase,
To be replaced and be replaced,
Held her drunken, crying, lonely,
Cared for her, his none and only.
The years had passed the window open,
A feel, a spark, a dream awoken,
A chase impulsive, one last chance,
For the hopeless to find true romance.
A smile fixed upon his lips,
The poet met hers for a kiss,
Not yet knowing of the lie,
His lovely damsel in disguise.
Deceitful kisses oh so bliss,
Masked the thorns the roses hid,
Their cuts so subtle, never noticed,
Beneath the love on which he focused.
Ever hopeless the romantic,
Made a gesture so pedan
LifeWhen I was young they told me I could do anything,
They told me if I set my mind to it, that I could be great.
I told them: “Okay, I want to never grow up,
I’ll sit here and chill on this sweet sippy-cup.”
Twenty odd years later they tell me I need a job,
I tell them I don't need a job I just need someone to rob,
They tell me stealing is wrong and I shouldn’t do it to live,
So I ask them what they have upon their naive person to give.
The officer who cuffed me asked me why I would steal,
Such a nice kid from the suburbs shouldn’t struggle for meals,
I told him, “they said I could do anything when I was a kid,
a falsehood so sweet I could hardly resist.”
He asked me what could drive me to becoming a thief,
“Well, sir, my life is built of nothing but grief.
they told me when I was a kid that I’d be the nuts,
but all I ever really wanted was to never grow up.
The Holy TrinityEat my body, drink my blood,
It takes away your sin,
Obey my words and fear my name,
And you shall change within.
Worship me with every breath,
For rewards never seen,
I promise you an afterlife,
Sing my hymns, adore my birth,
And I will grant you bliss,
Read my book, obey my words,
My way is the only way,
The holy and the good,
A truly blessed, god-fearing man,
Does everything he should.
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
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.
I shrug into Harry's shirt
underneath my autumn scarf--
cologne on the cuffs bringing
color as I close my eyes,
the brown of his hair,
laughter, pine green.
Fingers on marbled buttons
smooth as the cream
he puts in his chai.
I think of him like rain on a Sunday,
a slow breath uttered in calm,
eyes shut to listen,
he is peace,
stability in grayer moments.
He is the space in my empty bed
I ache for him the way
I crave prayer and
the feel of a rosary.
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.
If I Were A Love PoetFor my Laban. For my love.
Sometimes, often enough
when my thoughts are consumed
with you- I find myself wishing
that I was a love poet.
Wouldn’t it be beautiful
to piece words together so artistically
that I could make people understand
what it’s like to miss hands
that have never held me?
Wouldn’t it be the damnedest thing,
if I could make a stranger
know how it feels to kiss you?
Sweetly, passionately, softly
Hesitantly- and yet all at once?
Even though their lips have never met yours,
Even though our lips have never met.
How lovely would it be
to sanely, yet romantically
explain to my parents what it’s like
to fall asleep with you?
We could tell them how you giggle when I beg you
to be the big spoon- because I feel like it’s to much responsibility.
We could tell them about the sleepy kisses you give me
at 3 a.m when you find me searching for
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.
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.
Three WordsThree words people dream of each night before sleep,
Three words parents teach of with birds and with bees,
Three words grant a smile and set things to ease,
Three words people wish for to bring sweet relief.
Three words that were given and taken away,
Rip out a heart, leave a soul disarrayed,
A smile is broken, the sky fades to grey,
Three words became false and a heart fell astray.
Pick up the pieces, its never the same,
Three words once they're stolen are forever changed,
A burden so heavy it borders deranged,
Weighs down shoulders and hearts to leave a soul drained.
So when saying three words, please make sure they're true,
For once taken away, they cannot be renewed.
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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