Tag: poetry

What You Say

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Image Credit: @Syllie

I won’t feel right in this skin till I’m perfect
I’ll find no freedom from this heartbeat unless I’m dead
Affirmation is the gloss of true happiness
That is no easier real than said

Not even the wicked deserve eternal damnation
And my everlasting breath lies in dying
What troubles me now is Evil
But Evil was created in seven days
And a day in a thousand years isn’t why we’re here

These thoughts and pen on paper
Through years upon decades of summers
Here, in old hearts that disappear
Memories writ in sand shift and swell
And now you say this is the reason we are here?

You say ‘I will love you, but not this you,
And not like this’
This hello is just an insincere goodbye
You have four loves in your language
And insist that I must give my penance or I will die?

I say your god is this, Truth and Lie
Your god is Love, and he is Vengeance
Your god is One and he is All
But will he take the Fall?

Flesh

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art by @Endling(TheArtingStarvist.)

 

I am flesh
A walking sheath of barbs
The pinpoint of pleasure
Full of every annoying nag
Demanding the deep
Singing it’s real
The only thing I think I feel

Heavy links cuff him
While I am dared to carry them
Whilst I am dared to love him
And at first glance
There is a crave for connection
Affection
Lustation
Frustration
 
All I have is the nothing
Covered by death
I am flesh
Just flesh and blood and bone
So long as the path I walk
Is a sheath of barbs
You are the only thing I think is real

Emeralds

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Sun presses against my skin,
I’m feeling a little seasick,
though my feet are solid on the beach.
Looking out on the ocean’s tides,
I see a mysterious figure
against the rocks in the distance.
Emerald eyes drift over the land I stand on,
and I catch her searching gaze.

 
The precarious waves roll against her back.
Cold ocean bites my ankles,
asking if it may consume me.
Her emeralds are calming,
and she knows
I am alone with her.
Yet she is neither afraid nor tense,
but intrigued.

 
Her golden hair mimics a setting sun,
and her skin reveals immortality.
Daringly she sings,
sounding like a thousand angels.
Yet she has no legs for dancing,
nor wings for soaring.

 
Those emeralds stab me.
Her voice invites me there.
She is crying to me.
Moments pass and she turns away,
leaving a waterfall in her wake.
Dreams of shining castles
and sunken ships manifest.
I want to follow her
into a utopia.
To reside in fantasy.
To dream of this no more.
 

I take a step.
And looking down in the water,
reflecting like a crystal mirror,
I remember who I am.
Fearful eyes hold me back,
I’m defeated by the sea.

 
So I breathe in
the deafening sound in my mind.
These waves, violent and unsteady,
would be my end.
I look out again,
cursing my clouded eyes.
I wish to have those emerald eyes,
to be as fearless as I am beautiful.

 

@imagecredit:Leslie Allen “Enchanted Mermaid”

Tonight – tale of the Moon girl

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Tonight we bask
Under the pale hue of the moon
Smile in the ray of its glee
Never knowing the sun will rise soon

Tonight we bond
Walking through the grace of silver powdered sand
Feel the promise of gravity around our feet
And feel the breath of life in each other’s hand

Tonight we dream
Laughing with blue stars and singing with an invisible breeze
While we dance in circles
Until one falls and the other leaves

Tonight I remain silent
Watching the rise of the sun’s glare
I risk racing across clouds to find the wind
Only stop to realize it was never there

Tonight I go
Locking the gate of never after to which I belong
Climbing forever and never into the darkness
Whispering the story of a girl with no song

Tonight ends
Where the light went out as with the lie
Breathing roughly in a silence
And I hear the Moon beg the Sun that it does not die

Today I stand
Severing my caged insides apart
Wondering who I am, what I am, why I must go
And where I should start.