My Words Do Not Match Yours
Insignificant,
My proses are nothing without you-
but scribbles, through and through
I dream a dark weary blur
of letters, a phrases, going by in a flur-
Even that; my thoughts seeming simple
even then it lacks luster given by you-
the additions you contribute more than do
alone they gleam platinum
though, with mine maybe less than gold
I...no matter- no treasures to hold!
Tales to be told
It is not me they care to read
-wish to know
But the enchantress
of the words and chimes
and grinding whispering rhymes
of the tales of darkened woe
Though you must scribble onwards sweet hurt,
For fragments of your heart I shall fasten tight
Against my loving words,
My tempestuous, valiant might
Shall shake your fear into fight!
Tear these thoughts and lies of darkness,
The very sinews and cartilages masking their place within you,
Away from your eyes, and see—
What horrors lie wait in the heart that fails To Be
Alas though it is;
That my words shall only crackle or fizz
No tear shall be shed,
no heart yearning dead
at the intake of my write
And thus I must admit I am contrite
at how I envy your wondrous sight-
A gift of perfection, given to you,
immaculate graces all you do
Unearthly feeling trembling might
as praise of prose shines bright
For YOU- my guardian, my mentor, my idol-
I dream a selfish dream-
that I could be you for a day
And know what it's like to hear the people say;
"You, you are beautiful and amazing. Talented and skillful..."
Maybe I shall pray,
Though I never believed in much
Maybe I could such...
perhaps I could for a day...
kneel down to pray;
just to hear then say
"you are beautiful..."
Oh, divine, bleeding star,
Eyes of eager want and disdain…
What words blessed be may ail your pain?
I am but mortal meeting flaw again and again…
My master, my ruler, my liege
I bow, I grovel, I beg
Teach me your magic
The arts of the words so charismatic
Gleaming, glistening, glinting,
like gold and silver charms-
An aura of pure creation
You the Queen of tales
of sorrows, and dreams,
And happy things
I wish, I wish -
I wish and wish and wish some more
To learn your secret, learn your trade
To inspire greats- with a single sentence
Stand as my equal, my friend,
And do not beg for gifts you hold,
Open them upon us all
For the answers have always been in your eyes,
Where the deepest darkest sorrow lies,
In the crevices of your brazen soul light
Who has long been shoved and hidden in your bitter, broken plight
Stand by my side, and give majesty to your muse
Rest her heart gently on what you feel most of,
What you see, and what you dream
Do not grovel to the floor,
Do not wrestle for the glory of more
You are perfection when you allow your light out
Soft and genuine, the fire will seek you now
Divine, bleeding star
We are mortals with immortality afar
Destined to touch inspirations never blemished,
Never pained
And never strained
Without so much
a guiding visage
I fear,
I shall go out in a blink
but maybe… just maybe
I will write, something...
worth sharing
a tale- worth telling
This is a collaboration I wrote with Rebecca Larkin,
A great friend and an awesome Poetess
Written in January
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016
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