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I put my quill to parchment
And like a gaping wound
My heart spills my pain upon it
Like crimson tears
The words Drip onto the pale yellow page
Soaking it with emotions so profound
My hand struggles to write
A release of my soul
Now permanently stained
In bold italics across the tattered sheet
A bitter sweet ode to my demons
Another metaphysical analogy of life
No longer wanted
Another useless attempt at salvation
A long overdue goodbye
That no one will ever read
Until they finally find me
Hanging in the closet
Among the other skeletons
I have unwittingly collected
And can no longer tolerate
Nor live with
Or most important of all
Hide from myself
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My apologies, darlins'
For all the late nights I had to spend working
When all I really wanted to do was read your bedtime stories
And ease your stress and your worries with goodnight hugs and kisses
I'm so sorry, I missed it
My apologies, darlins'
For always having work, so long and so hard
It was all so that I could afford to see those smiles in the mornings
That's honestly what got me through most all of my tomorrows
I'm so sorry, it's a bitter sweet sorrow
My apologies, darlins'
For not always being at home enough, I swear that I wanted to
I didn't choose it over you, I choose it because of you
So that when I do leave here, before you, your dreams still come true for you
I'm so sorry, I promise, it's all for you
Darkness.
I am standing in the spotlight.
Somebody opens the door.
Subtle perfumes slowly fill my nostrils,
their owner must be somewhere at the end of the room.
My sight sharpens and I see her shape, her perfect shape.
She moves to the table.
The waiter chases her with a drink like a dog,
watching her every move.
Who could blame him ?
I imagine she is beautiful.
Soft skin, long, fair hair
and deep blue eyes full of mystery I want to solve.
My mouth opens as she takes the first sip.
I press my lips against the microphone
as if I was about to kiss her.
I lower my voice and stuck my sight
in that black, goddess- shaped shadow.
I hope our eyes meet, I hope she shivers.
In my mind my voice caresses every inch of her body.
I close my eyes and whisper passionately.
Hold the microphone stand the same way I would hold her waist.
I pull it close to my chest.
My words are getting louder, faster.
Heart beats like crazy and blood burns my veins.
I stop.
Her perfumes fill my nostrils again.
For a moment there I think she is right in front of me.
I can almost feel her warmth.
Bright light makes me lift my eyelids.
She is gone...
I walk up to her table.
There is only a glass
with a red, bitter- sweet mark on it.
I already miss her taste, the taste I have never known.
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after The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
The mist fell over the lake like a grey blanket.
Only the sound similar to a ranket.
The water still and lifeless, not a ripple to be seen.
The air not foetid but fresh and clean.
And I felt a chill from the loss forever of my Bill.
Sitting in the snow, my mind void of thought.
Blocking the clarity, I so desperately sought.
Enraptured by a numbness circling my soul.
Seeking solace most peaceful and whole.
And I felt a chill from the loss forever of my Bill.
Reminiscing a past, now no tenderness in store.
The bitter sweet raptures that lovers implore.
The ghostly spirits that whisper nevermore.
Subject to solitude, they call me Lenore.
And I felt a chill from the loss forever of my Bill.
Enjoying the loneness, no wish for chatting.
Glancing I saw a large wolf come pitter patting.
I felt a hot breath behind my head.
Its eyes piercing, though I did not dread.
I felt a chill. Said the wolf "forever with your Bill"
Without thinking I asked the creature.
It stared at me with a chiseled facial feature.
Why are you here, what purpose do you fulfil?
Again, I asked, are you here to remind me of Bill?
I felt a chill. Said the wolf "forever with your Bill"
My dear Bill’s emblem was a wolf, a large tattoo.
Not a man saved, all drowned captain and his crew.
Dear Bill working on that ill-fated ship lost at sea.
We had plans, Bill and I, he was going to marry me.
I felt a chill. Said the wolf "forever with your Bill"
I could not fathom why the wolf was here.
I spoke harshly to the beast without any fear.
Wolf what are you doing encroaching my space?
The wolf answered, gave me a blank face.
I felt a chill. Said the wolf "forever with your Bill"
Where do you emerge from canine ghost?
Are you evil, should I dread you most?
Who sent you to unsettle me and joust my mind?
You speak of my dear Bill, do you mean unkind?
I felt a chill. Said the wolf "forever with your Bill"
Again, I demanded an answer from the beast.
Surely that was what I could expect at the least.
The wolf did not answer, it just walked away.
That is the last I have seen of it, to this very day.
And I felt a chill from the loss of my Bill.
Unconditionally
I wanted you to believe
My sweet Anthony
That we could fly into the wind
On wings of eternity
Hunting high and soaring
with nothing but our being
Untamed with a love
that's forever freeing
Your conditions
Really???
But you didn't want that
My bitter Anthony
You wanted to catch that wind
and chain it into eternity
Hunting high to bend
my beautiful artistry
Soaring as a predator
Making
My being a prisoner tamed
with a love in deep freezing
Why???
My sweet Anthony
I wanted you to believe
That we could fly into the wind
on wings of eternity
Hunting high and soaring
With nothing but our being
Untamed with a love
That's forever freeing
Unconditionally
My bitter sweet Anthony
(His song "Throwing it all Away" by Zakk Wylde)
I sometimes worry knowing poetry can be so subjective, you know
And yet, I still choose poetic verse to enounciate my story, but doing so I still worry
I choose poetry to mail my experiences through similes, imagery, and silliloquies but still I worry that the meaning of my words aren’t reaching
like the voices in your heads aren’t hearing my warnings
I’m calling. But i keep receiving. Voice mail.
It’s hard for me to differentiate poetry from the meaningless rhymes and word crimes In my haystack mind
Pricked by the cold, bitter sweet needle of reality
Revealed by the snitching blood of my poetry, sharp but not unexpected
It’s biology, a mystery. An art. A story.
Bitter sweet the sting until we realize it’s reality
Bringing light, to the colour of life and it’s futility
Im afraid to live because of my worry -
I’m afraid to speak because of my poetry -
It burdens my words, painted red with the blood of poetry witch flows in my veins unknowingly-
I bleed into the world but worry covers the stain.
I shall nay know all the wonders - you hold
For all too soon the winds of winter blow
Scarlet petals withering in the snow
How cruel the breath that kills the velvet rose
Tears - that canst’ bear the thought of letting go
Forever frozen in this empty soul
A broken heart forever turned to stone
A broken stem left now to stand alone
Alas! I find that life is bitter-sweet
As I stand holding only memories
Of a rose blooming in the summer breeze
Here beneath this old weeping willow tree
Once I held the sweetest rose - ever born
Now – in my grief – I hold the bitter thorn.
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Author: Elaine Cecelia George
Close your eyes and dream,
Deep in a slumber,
In solitude,
Peace and quiet,it's bitter and sweet,
Close your eyes and dream,
Forget about all the day's work,
Cool breeze,lay on the grass,
In the night under the stars,
Close your eyes and dream,
Lean on my shoulder when your scared,
Think of the moon,
She comes at dark,
Like a silver star in the sky,
In your world,just imagine,
Be the brightest thing,
Just imagine,
Life goes not backwards,
Smooth or rough,it keeps going,
Find your peace in this solitude,
Close your eyes and dream,
Clouds blanket the skies,
They weep on mother earth,
Bringing her back to life,
Pitter-patter above your head,
When the rivers flow with rain,
The coy fish will sing,
The Lilies will dance,
Close your eyes and dream,
Dream of a place,
Dream of a haven,
Dream of me,an endless voyage,
If I'm not around,
Let the moon be your light,
Let her watch over you,
Mother earth,
Let her sounds of the night be your lullaby,
Close your eyes and dream,
A meteor shower,
After the rain,
Burning up over the horizon,
Let your fears also burn,
With flames of courage,
Close your eyes and dream,
A kiss to the forehead,
Will soothe every ache,
A kiss to the forehead,
Will calm every wake,
Close your eyes and dream,
Deep in a slumber,
In solitude,
Peace and quiet,it's bitter and sweet,
Close your eyes and dream,
Dream of a place,
Dream of a haven,
Dream of me,an endless voyage.
A hunger that no food can satisfy, when the body is craving be touched
delicious delights that awaiten, when two become ones' just too much!
What is this feast you prepare me?, this banquet on which I will dine,
this intoxication of heaven, this unique tasting bodily wine!
Sensation of thrill getting stronger, as the moment draws ever so near,
come to me and let me feed from your table, the menu is you and I my dear!
Animalistic pleasure as my teeth bite into your skin,
devouring the flesh on your body, as I desperately try to get in.
The pain of the bite bitter sweet, as you fight it yet still beg for more,
why push me away as I bite you, then offer your throat to my jaw?
Your Innocence is quite appealing, but it's your wild rage I want to see,
when your eyes widen with desperate wanting, and you finally bite into me!
When You discover the power of the hunger, a need that just won't go away,
after feeding on flesh that is tender, there is no turning back into prey!
Allusion
There are many doors we all walk through every day;
Be it claw, or snore, or war, or any other reason,
The door is unavoidable and it is always the season.
A never ending end,
Never been a friend;
Never known what to expect next.
All things they continue, but nothing ever lasts.
Newborns are born and one day they will grow up to wear black.
If there was a way to never see Death again,
Would we want to live forever? Or would we need an end?
There is meaning to life, even if we do not know what it is.
Some say it is to raise kids;
Some say it is to accomplish dreams.
My reasons are the same as many other opinions;
Opinions are ten a penny.
People think they know, but nobody is ever ready.
I agree with you, good guess;
But you cannot know until it is the end,
Of the bitter sweet symphony show.
The show must go on!
Surely this is not the last song?
We need an encore for life;
We need to have hope before we are gone.
(Knock, knock, knock.)
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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