Every binge keeps getting longer
The emptiness growing stronger & stronger
Her only wish is that you never wrong her
Fighting to hold on to a dream
we never could've imagined was real
Grasping onto the only thing
that ever made us really feel
Knowing this was truely the real deal
....Confused...
hating & loving our past
Wishing with everything we have
that what we created together will last
Playing tug of war with the ecstasy & pain
knowing deep down forgiveness is
the only chance to gain
N still refusing to just let our past mistakes go
Destroying what we searched for for so long...
our only real home
Js the thought of being alone
Rips & tears at our already damaged souls
Another recital has come and gone
and I didn't see you there
I studied every face walking through the door
and I search through every chair
Where were you when I needed you
to hug me and wipe the tears away
to remind me how strong I was
when I was having a weak day
It was hard to understand what I did wrong
cause I was your baby girl at the start
But things started to change and you didn't have time
that's what really broke my heart
But holding this pain only hurts me
I'm still angry but I gotta let go
cause I'll stay stuck as that same little girl
and she'll never get the chance to grow
It might take some time to get through this
and even though I'll have moments when I cry
I forgive you today and forever
and I'll love you til the day that I die
I tell the same old stories
She still laughs at them
They have been polished
Somewhat embellished
Yet are true at their core
For memory entwines in truth
Capturing moments in a moment
Raises the curtain on a vision
Shared, relived, in an encore
Laughter’s tears together again
As I tell the stories I am the hero
Sharing the exploits of a life
The sensuous passion of a love
Imbedded in a moment’s now
Rescuing a time thought lost
Was it only yesterday we met
or have the days between disappeared
greedily consumed without regret
and do we both grow old, as we feared?
Surely it was only yesterday;
those years cannot have so swiftly passed;
yet we celebrate a new birthday
so, so very quickly since the last.
I behold there is a space between
that offering of the first bouquet
to what presently our love does mean;
but it seems like only yesterday.
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philosopher's stone for curing all ills and
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I talk with Stars
like they are my dreams.
They sound Soft,
just like my mom, but
They all appear alike,
Distant, Undisturbed.
They gently tap on my shoulder and
Whisper to me
To shine in Mess with a smile ---
Like they shine in dark with moon
Designing a fascinating view
Just like my dreams.
With their little dance
as delightful as my barefoot childhood twirls
They keep telling me
That I'm a Star.
A unique one with diverse glow of colors
and a warm hope of home.
Incessantly it trods and plods
perpetual the pendulum.
So long before the abbey bells
tolled and told of hours passing
before the ticks and tocks of clocks
or shadows crept with solstice gods
no one to worship at its start
that knew not of a perfect love.
The kindest heart left drowned in tears
and wrapped in gross deformity,
yet sheltered by cathedral walls
in disrepair as much as he.
'til Esmerelda's gentle hand,
he knew no love, just hate and scorn
and like the brand from tempered flame,
it's burning love that made him strong.
So like the edifice was he,
an ugly house that held God's love
and Quasimodo's lonely heart
who'd toll the bells that silence hears.
Then in the end he found her dead
and sacrificed his mortal life
to sleep with one who truly gave
the only love he'd ever known.
Interred, yet not forsaken souls,
whose bones became entangled vines
that turned to dust when first exposed,
then blew to heaven ~ found in time...
Raw emotion
Sure devotion ~
The Hallucination of the Unknown
Eyes closed, slumbering,
I fall into the depths of the night
Stars collide, the heart of the universe pounds
Flowers dance
And I, standing alone on the edge of a cliff
I can only dip my finger in the moon's glow
To write a poem
Silent plea, unheard, unheeded....
Tomorrow holds a promise, a vacuum,
Today carries its load
And yesterday, its regret
Altogether, the unknown is frightening
A cycle of torment
Burying me in this world, making of me
A hallucination within its own!
Eyes closed,
Heart dripping with blood
Colliding fates
Love spelled as a mirage
A song unwritten
A season forsaken
A dive into the unknown
Pages left blank
Diaries burned
The monsters gape
The unknown is cold and murky
Eyes closed,
Fully awake,
I hear the echo of what should have been
And can only cling on to its shadows!
Jaded giving up on love
a butterfly lands gently on her hand
~ suddenly she slights her doubts
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into a tavern seeks a fray
carrying a log
he finds in a bog
instead he meets heather macrae.
I saw....
Two black crystal balls
Rimmed with white
Reflecting an indefinable emotion
Glowing with some intense passion
Riveting,
Entrancing!
Two eyes of oceanic depths
Relaying the most intimate message
What did they commune?
PERHAPS- they said silently- "I love you" (?)
So piercing were those eyes
That I couldn't stand their electric glare
From those eyes, rose the Promethean fire
Glistening like molten gold,
At once sending out,
The light of a hundred galaxies.
In the fire bursting through those eyes,
My body was turned into a conflagration
And my soul rippled like fermented wine.
Why didn’t I respond instantly
PERHAPS, I was so stunned,
That my body couldn’t follow the sense’s urging
An ocean was stirring within
Whose whirls could never again be tamed
In those flooding pools,
Let me cast my fishing net.
What catch, can I expect?
PERHAPS, the boon and bliss of a lifetime!
If he knew,
but what if he does and feels that way too?
Foolish I am,
for hoping for his feelings being the same as mine.
What if he sees me as a friend and not more, and I cry myself to sleep or even my death.
Sometimes, every time.
Sometimes I hope, but then it disappears.
I know my chances are low,
and I get depressed,
every time I try to rest.
Imagining holding his hands,
being held in his arms,
feeling loved as I always dreamt about.
Dreamt about my whole life.
I know,
I have time.
But I can't let go.
Let go of such feelings I have,
for you.
And then,
my poem becomes a message.
Transformed from "he" to "you".
Hoping you somehow find this and feel this way too.
But what if you know,
and feel this way too and are foolish for hiding it, like me, from you.
Perhaps the wind will turn today,
or perhaps it will drifts elsewhere,
keeping the echoes of what we never said
if quiet were not already there...
Perhaps the rain will choose to fall,
or perhaps it will hold its tears,
leaving the streets unkissed and all
our waiting hearts postpone in years.
Perhaps I saw your smile at sunrise,
or perhaps the night was weaving deceptions;
perhaps what is gone still lingers
and perhaps we gather more than we notice.
Perhaps, my words are not enough,
yet still I write, in quiet prose...
for perhaps a poem is just this:
a maybe that nobody knows.
I did not ask the stars not to come,
But they did not show up,
For my eyes twinkled enough with my love for you.
I did not ask the moon to do so,
But she drew a rainbow you never looked up to see,
For I painted her craters with my love for you.
I did not ask the tides to fall,
But they held themselves back,
For I had already drowned in my love for you.
The sun dimmed herself, for my love burned brighter
The universe bowed down to my love, yet
My love did not seem enough.
Everyone knew my love for you
Everyone—but you.
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