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The Untold Story
The flashing headlights intensely illuminated the gloomy faces of the sweetgum tree
The tears fell from the sky like God's Shower , constant and cleansing
The troubled night shrouded the steady strolling figures like an unfulfilled corpse
The Killer parked his hesitant vehicle upon the eroded curbside
The indifferent priest discharged his shallow yet nessacery words upon the silhouetted congregation
"We are gathered today to mourn the death of Linda Whittington..."
The words were unclear due to the remorseful rain
Buffering the consolation like a badly tuned radio
Suddenly, an irrelevant relative broke out :
"She didn't deserve to die ...a moment of silence please"
The Killer smirked to himself
As the theatrical tears of distant relatives who arrived for the free food Conjoined with the Shower droplets
Headed towards the drainage
The Killer picked up a pair of sodden dandelions from the moist ground
And heard, staggeringly clearly , through the rain
"Thank you Magnus"
Magnus placed the now blood-stained
dandelions in the grave
And allowed himself to be encapsulated by the determined Darkness
~Whoever
My Dark Angel, is but a man,
with a love strong enough to encapture the one he so chooses.
His eyes can see into the depths of your soul
past any lies you may try to hide.
His arms embrace, can make you feel total abandonment,
as his touch evokes the passions you have never known,
and only dreamed of feeling.
His kiss can take away,
the power of control you have over your emotions
as you feel him draw upon your true essence
calling forth your surrender.
You would give your lifes blood, if he all but ask,
and if he chose to, you would recieve his in return.
You have no fear of this angel,
for you know that he is all giving,
and would not leave you an empty and broken shell.
So my question is...
does this Dark Angel truly exist?
Form:
You're a cannibal, baby,
consuming pieces of my heart,
chewing on my frailty,
and tearing me apart,
You're a scavenger, baby,
overhead with your eyes honed,
peeling layers of my flesh,
until I'm bare to the bone,
You're a glutton, baby,
you're always wanting more,
ravenous in your hunger,
as if you feed off of the gore,
So sink your teeth, the kill is fresh,
devour all of me that cares,
go on, gorge yourself to death,
don't leave anything to spare,
'Cause I'll no longer be your carrion,
your helpless carcass prey,
that you kill and kill again,
just to feast while I decay.
Time twirls slowly,
when tragedy sunders
antiquated wings—
maimed and eroded, becoming
featherless angels,
ferociously combatant,
sparring to win,
wandering in vacant division,
while penetrating the walls
of our wildering downfalls.
Finding clemency in the
glimmer of our healing ambience,
realigning the quills of our love,
with every breath and pace across
idyllic esplanades, soaring above
catacombs of lawless perdition,
remedying grievances, while
reveling in the haven of
rhapsodic euphoria amidst
lingering plumes,
diffusing eternal tales of our
blissful hereafter.
Me dear, I think I've lost the will to live
Each day is so much harder than before
And though I try, I've nothing left to give
I'm so far out, I cannot see the shore
This senseless suffering has to find an end
What use is dawn to eyes blind to its light?
What use is there for mask of just pretend?
What hope is there for one entombed in night?
My dear, you know you did not treat me well
Ignored, neglected and unloved by you,
I smiled inspite my torment in your hell,
but not a single soul my heartache knew
Today you watch me cry outside Love's Gate
No reassuring smile, no sweet embrace
The line so fine between what's love and hate
You finally crossed; it's written on your face
I will not live a loveless, lifeless lie
These words will be my last before I die!
Eileen Manassian
February 16, 2025
It is the world of Shiva and Shaitan
It is the world of Krishna and Kant
Devi on Nandi holding Demon and Son
Devotees, Deities, Ash, Claps and Fun
Fragile girl carrying child in her arm's
Not mother but a sister’s virgin palms
To Die for him but not a bruise to touch
Just Bottom pinching nothing too much
Anguish in her arms to shut the door
Hammer or Paedo, they break the core
Unreal city under brown fog of cold dawn
Slogans, Sighs where savage zombie born
Cow with a nose grip lost her way
Is she mute or has nothing to say?
Another one eating her own skin
Is there Anyone left? kith or a kin
Her body is torn open with the blood
No milk, No Calf. Here screams flood.
I stood looking out the window,
searching for a vision of you,
but the blinds stood between us,
hiding what my heart once knew.
If I pulled the strings and let in the light,
would I see your face again?
Or would your memory slowly disappear,
like shadows fading at the day's end?
The honest answer is—I don't know.
So I let the darkness take control,
while two strings move gently up and down,
like tired eyes protecting the soul.
Opening and closing,
revealing what I’m afraid to find,
because sometimes what blocks our vision
isn't the window—it's the mind.
If only you could see the secrets
hidden quietly behind these blinds,
memories my heart keeps sheltered
from the searching eyes of light.
So I remain inside this silent room,
where yesterday still survives,
adjusting my eyes to the darkness
while your memory waits behind the blinds.
#My_end_part_of_the_vow
Me and my heart, made a vow; for better or for worse and sadly, now I'm at my worse. For months on end, I had my doubts, denying every tear, though I'm dying within, still I endure, raise my head upright each day and look into nobody's direction but direction of your heart, for I'm projected only there,
I wish this would be over now; the fighting, arguing, shutting, are blistering to my whole, but I know I still need you in my life. Your love has been unavailable, your heart unattainable, sadly I know why.
Bruise my soul and drift my spirit, the maneuvering and crumbling in my heart, drifts my soul apart, dripping and ebbing hope out of me, my emotions are scattering, my soul damp with pain, from dawn to dusk,
tear me apart as much as you wish, still I will wait, and persevere, for I still want you here, shut my hope, brake my spirit, tow my soul, still I will pick up dimes of my least and walk your way, again and again, for you are my predestination.
Maybe I'm just not enough, enough for you, enough to love you enough, enough to walk with you down the aisle, enough to be your forever.
You made me realize my deepest fear, to doubt with every fiber in my being that are you really what my fate is engraved on, fear I'm a patient losser, human like any other.
You fighting and tearing us apart creates holes in my soul, fear when you realize, there will be nothing left of me to give and share with you, for you would have taken all, dilapidated all.
Fear I'm dying each day, with every bite you take of me. Drag this dying hope to my grave, its alright, at least if I die in you vicinity, at least I would die with honour, that I did my best and kept my end part of the vow, yes my end part of the vow
#Poetic_Ink
In the darkest of shadows
where deaths distress throes
where haboob cold winds blow
sandstorms one only knows
and where the heart’s a swindler,
a flame needs its kindler
The force of darkness ends
as sparking awareness mends
As the sun responds with heat
at dawn's rising we greet
Gratify light and energy
ratify our source of synergy
Life’s thriving in Amazonia
since days of Babylonia
Goddess Flora’s allure and beauty
fauna’s animated antiquity
Ravishing roots uncovered
medicinal miracles discovered
Flowers blooming bright
a bride’s bouquet, a rite
A rose scents us with love
purity of the white dove,
liaise and symbolize
God’s striking creatures are the prize
Planet Earth’s born native
our souls be collective
Baboons and macaques eat its figs
scarlet macaw’s perch on its twigs
An Amazon rainforest aerate
soulful breaths cognate
A tropical canopy perennially
and shall perish eternally,
sans the sun’s rays that carom
across a ginkgo harem,
or man’s deforestation at bay
Deforestation decays
Deforestation is our death
stifling the Amazon’s breath
Sun-loving deciduous
spiny forever green cytisus
While briny sticks and stones
in conjunction are onymous tones
We crossed its path and tripped
our life source stripped
Eremite, anchorite
inheritor of dirt a birthright
Of warm zephyrs in August
and enlightenment we trust
As final cadence alludes
a sequence of preludes
Velvet vignettes ponderous
our effervescence wondrous
Evolved body and spirit
sans any limit
Sans light, the soul shan’t rise
lest a spiritual demise
When all laden and encumber
burdened by the stark of slumber
As dark vs light torments
paroxysm laments
When in a verklempt presence
reach out towards God’s luminescence
Love is a writhing mass of tentacles.
Its immense and undulating form sits deep in the depths of my core.
It constricts me, so everything I am
and all that I feel gets pulled back and transmuted into more.
It all becomes love.
When you're near, I can feel it rising.
Hungry arms reach-
shoot up into my chest, and move up my throat.
It wraps itself around- BECOMES my tongue.
I keep my jaws clenched.
I bite down for us both,
If I try to speak, It will burst forth and grab you- entangle you.
It will draw you close,
and in,
and down.
till "us"
becomes "I".
Until we are both at the center of all-consuming love.