Far beyond the stars
Can you hear me now?
Through the endless dark
Breaking somehow
Oooooh, reaching out...
Reaching out to you
Oooooh, breaking out...
Breaking out for you
Calling, calling through the night
Sending signals, burning bright
Calling, calling, can't you see?
There's a space where you should be
Miles of empty sky
Still I send my sign
Though you're far away
Find me, make it stay
Calling, calling through the night
Sending signals, burning bright
Calling, calling, can't you see?
There's a space where you should be
Beyond the stars
Beyond the dark
Beyond time
Over the rainbow, around the bend,
on life's other side, at the bitter end,
surrounded by fellow sots in bars,
I will find you beyond the stars.
In my wildest imagination,
or in demented speculation,
you will come and visit me -
the essence of futility,
where my hopeless, endless longing
for your heart to be belonging -
where the sky drifts into the sea
at the other end of eternity.
On a cloudy night
A dark sun shines, cold and vast
While moon shades the light
In the forest of broken hearts
Darkness embraces the love
In a heart torn apart
Inside the pieces
It lays down and sleeps
Wakes up in a beat
Whilst at the dark midnight
Behind your curtains, under your sheets
Where madness flowers
Whether in a dark deep cave
Or at the beach of paradise
You won't see the light
Ever again, and never
At the dark midnight
His whispered words, my heart ripped apart
O’ my ode to my valentine, none but a farce
I nothing but a temptress, he my true storm
No normality here, both of us, not the norm
Two celestial bodies; afflicted on each other
Scores beyond reason, O’ my valentine lover
His ardent storms, carried across the oceans
She heeds not his command, nor his notions
His lies won’t beguile her, she will not listen
He wants her freedom onto her to imprison
Whatever his wants, the Gods will not allow
Acknowledging his deceits they will not bow
So for my valentine today I’m giving it a miss
I need not your poisonous and so deadly kiss
My valentine
Calm is strength.
Silence says everything.
Bend, don’t break.
Healed, not hiding.
They didn’t see me coming—
because I never
needed to announce
myself.
Softened, not shrank.
My silence
wasn’t surrender—
it was strategy.
I became too whole
to fit inside
their opinions.
My strength
is a river—
steady, shaping stone.
Not loud,
just unshakable.
I wear peace
like armor.
My crown
is quiet,
but it shines.
I held my fire—
and lit the way.
They built walls;
I planted roots.
They looked down.
I looked within.
I never needed noise
to matter.
I did
what I wanted.
It was autumn when first we met
The cool of the November air
Trying to suppress the fire that grew
As time marched on, we grew ever closer
His life entwined with mine, becoming one
I had finally found my destiny
The one that God made just for me
My search was over, as was his
We finally found home.
My love for him was undying
And he told me the same
His desk is lined with photographs
Memories frozen in time
Testimony to our undying love
Many years ago, I gave him my whole heart
He still keeps it in a jar on his desk
Among the photographs.
Scales interspersed my skin, enrobed my flesh, hardened it, within a mesh. I come close to kiss you, but it binds me still, and you walk away, and I hobble up the hill. One foot follows the other=feigns, I must catch you before it wanes. The fog between us has grown so dense, and my body with it all so tense, my steps slow down yours speeding=out of my sight, now. What immense fright...
I falter on my knees, near to naught, nigh to my knife, and I cut me, and the blood runs so rife, a gate opens but I don't recall I have its keys, but it doesn't end my life.
I clenched my teeth and pulled each foul flake from underneath, and freed myself but now I seek=her until she's meek, until she's weak...
I walk with my chest up, then I see her clear, I walk toward her, and her voice I hear, “I've come for you my precious dear”, I said as I smiled from ear to ear. I held her mere but she flailed from fear. Then she froze in fear. And I sank my fangs in her,
as I dropped a single tear.
November rain commands the skies
Fail to notice it’s cold and grey
I sit lost in reverie
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Let her go
Let her go
Let her go
I'm ready to let her go
It's time to ride solo
She doesn’t love me
I'd rather let her leave
Out of the proverbial doorway
It's the only way to be okay
Maybe we'll still be friends
Or maybe this is where it ends
All I know is that I'm through
With constantly feeling blue
When I talk to her
Maybe I'll cure
My broken heart
By tearing it apart
I'm through with heartache
Don't know how much I can take
It's the worst pain
In the world
To know someone
Doesn’t love you anymore
Spent my late teens
Chasing these feelings
Wish I can go back to the start
When I actually had a heart
Now it's sinking to the bottom
Of the dark blue ocean below
Where it'll forever stay
Gasping for air
Hoping for someone
Giving it air
But no one will care
Or make me feel alive
All I can do is hope and pray
Someone will feel the same way
When, as a child, the aquarian age did dawn.
Good vibrations were its joyful, loving spawn.
The world was ignited by a peaceful spark.
But did this age also bring us something dark?
And are our lives ruled by stars up in the sky
or by the true convictions of you and I?
I wonder if we are not to blind to see
that the darkness emanates from you and me.
Shadow Love
Just follow, follow a lost life
Grey walk, dark, shadow life
Where? Where? Where is life?
There is no life. Remaining dark
A heart loved. Just for you
Touch it. Opens dark love
I love you
Dark life
Like deep questions in outer space,
Dwelling out there with troubling trails,
Her Depts are undetectable,
And questions abound.
Born in neither heaven nor hell,
She's more than a show and tell.
Reckless ruin better describes her,
An ever-consuming sinkhole.
If ever she enters your heart,
Forgive and bid her depart
Lest you be swallowed up
And filled with tombs of shame.
None should be tempted to descend
Into a black hole filled with pain and sin.
She's the cheating kind, that's not very kind.
It's a lonely place, starving for companionship.
It appears to be loving and harmless.
Pleasure and passion, yes; true love, not.
Black hole love is a deceptive romance
That must be avoided at all costs.
It was not the blade,
not the scream,
not the thousand prayers swallowed
before morning came.
It was the moment
your silence blinked
and I saw myself inside it.
Not you.
Only my echo
dressed in your name.
I knelt inside your chest,
curled beside the last warm place
you left for me,
before the fire went out.
You called it love.
I called it extinction.
Still, I touched your hand
like it was a letter
I forgot to send
in every lifetime before this.
My name dissolved
on your tongue
like sugar in an ocean.
And that was mercy.
We were not made for forever.
We were made
for this:
A beautiful ruin,
still bleeding,
but framed in gold.
This is where I died in you
willing,
wordless,
and whole.
I tore a letter from inside my ribs
not a heart, just the script of your name
written in red ruin and birth fluid.
You were never mine.
You were my plague.
And still I prayed at your shadow.
Every sentence you whispered
became a worm in my lung,
a hymn stuck in the throat of a dying god.
And yet, when the mirror begged me
to choose life or you
I held your rot and kissed it clean.
We laid our breath
in the cold dish of morning
not to warm it,
but to watch it vanish.
The way ghosts do.
You struck the match inside me
with a tremor,
like forgiveness
forgot to be kind.
I was not born for light.
I was spilled
like ink across your undone name,
every letter twitching
like a fish on the wrong side of water.
You came in with no skin,
I gave you mine.
You left with it,
stitched to your memory
like a farewell garment.
Now I wander these ribbed corridors,
each echo a footstep
I never took.
Not dead.
Not quite.
Just learning
the shape of love
in an afterlife we invented.
If you'd like the next one,
our merged lament in even darker hues
I am ready. Just say,
descend.
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