?Solitude my friend
?I hope you find me in the end
?Every night, I whisper and wish
?Yet sunlight falls upon and makes things worse
?Reminisce back to the years
?Who would have thought this is the end
?Just like a candle in a dark room whoosh A little blow thus everything vanish.
STILLBORN
So like a tree
Inside a storm
Weeps her leaves
To save herself
So too you weep
A womb, your keep
Lonliness
You are inborn
Your tangled hair
In tortoise shell
Combs that hold
The shadows there
A heart in need
Allegro beat
A blackened well
Once wishes fell
With furrowed brow
The winds that howl
Beyond the walls
Are muffled now
The barren lea
But she is free
To fast and feast
The carnival
Inside the gloam
So one forlorn
A eulogy
For one, stillborn
roc
Gloam - The time of day immediately following sunset.
One winter I stood at the base of a very old, very tall tree. Her trunk of bark with it's deep groves and ridges reminded me of a well travelled road to a horizon where the branches canopied chaotic to infinite possible futures never chosen.
After you left
It was never the same
No one seemed to understand
That You Weren't Coming Back
I tried calling you
On the first day
You said
Nothing
You didn't pick up
I tried again
Still
Nothing
I began to realize that
You wouldn't
Ever
Answer
But I
Didn't
Give
Up
On your birthday,
I called
Waited
Cried for the rest of the day
On Christmas Eve,
I called
Waited
You don't have anyone else to be with
On Valentines Day,
I called
Waited
Sent you a box of chocolates
Three days later,
It came back
With your handwriting,
Return to Sender
I
Cry
and
Cry
Why
Did
You
Leave?
I gained my sanity.
And lost my family.
They can't understand
Where or who I am
Why I begin and when I end
The price is paid
Sour taste? No.
Just serenity. It may look
like insanity,
but is not.
I am.
I am in love.
I'm with God.
Verse 1
My time passes by as the seconds
tick away
I page through the book of life
Pages of happiness
Pages of bitterness
Pages all through my life
Chorus 1
Hold me close
Hold me tight
Hold me through the lonely night
Give me peace
Give me harmony
Allow me to rest easily
Verse 2
The story of my life can be seen through the book
Hundreds of pages to be read
Stories of achievements
Stories of failures
Stories gained through my life
Chorus2
You’ve held me close
You’ve held me tight
You’ve held me through the lonely night
You gave me peace
You gave me harmony
You allowed me to rest easily
Verse 3
We all got to die its just a matter of time
How we will go no one knows
So be proud of what you’ve done in life
Be proud of who you are
Who you are
Chorus 3
Hold me close
You’ve held me closer
Held tightly through my loneliest night
Giver of peace
Bringer of harmony
Now please allow me to rest easily
Chorus
Hold me close
Hold me tight
Hold me through the lonely night
Give me peace
Give me harmony
Allow me to rest
To rest easily
I dreamt of little hands and little feet
But the dream dissipated before it ever came true
Now all I have left are leftovers of life
Snapped and snatched before becoming a blessing
How can I not cry when my core is crushed?
Devastated "when the soul-stars dream and die"
This "foliage of farewell" might be the final fracture
I try to stitch back my shattered, battered heart
And face tomorrow with tattered trust
Somewhere, somehow soft hope's still alive. . .
TIGER EYE
Far
Inside your eyes
Captive caged denied
A tiger paces time
The hurt laid upon
A whip and satin glove
A shadow of what was
Far
Inside your eyes
I hear a distant cry
Now forgotten why
It sadly slowly dies
" Love Is, What Love Is "
They say love has no face,
Only regrets in the hearts
Of many who tried to purify
Their souls.
I've seen so many eyes burn
With the tears of those who've
Tried to tame love's fire.
I, too, fell victim to love,
Barely escaping its grasp.
The pain still settles deep within me;
I often wonder how long it will take
For the wounds of love to heal.
I believe love has many faces,
But its true identity will never be
Revealed.
—thestreetpoet08
ON HANDSOME HOOK
On handsome hook
You hang your coat
Your self abuse
Your tired throat
Your sorrows used
Silence chose
You stand accused
God only knows
I painted you
I wrote in prose
When your in need
You find my door
When I plead
You not to leave
You throw a kiss
Nothing more
ORPHEUS
Oh Orpheus
We do weep
A song so sweet
Sorrow springs
Why must we hear
A heart that bleeds
With it brings
Such great despair
Still your strings
Let us be
The pain is such
We cannot bear
I float along the peaceful stream.
Will I stay put? I cannot scream; I’m only a petal, a petal can dream.
It’s bliss like the rays,
From the river to the bays,
Why am I so afraid?
For I glide and paddle my way to my feet; every raindrop sounds what I cannot keep.
When darkness looms,
My nothingness blooms.
Shadows create devils, hell’s gate.
I float along a peaceful stream, a petal can dream, but this petal screams.
CROW
Upon the wire
Barbed and black
A crow stood watch
With feathered tact
A sideways look
An eye of glass
Mud, red, blood
Flesh flailed back
The few that stood
Did notice not
The crow gave wink
A friendly nod
They carried wood
With hooks tied fast
They dragged the dead
From jaws made slack
The clubs swung low
They arced, the night
Was filled with bone
In naked sight
The crow cawed once
He nodded twice
He'd have their souls
When he took flight
Still others came
The weary arms
Those that shame
Could do no harm
Again they dragged
Again they swung
Still the crow
From midnight hung
He cared not
The where or why
What human sin
He watched close by
He had no need
For cloth or thread
But flesh and bone
Blood stained red
To tally souls
To eat and fly
Black as coal
The midnight sky
A photo that was taken in Treblinka I saw as a chid and never forgot.
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I met her in the dark, her breath like stone,
A predator carved from some vast unknown.
Her gaze a weight, a grave of quiet fire,
Unchained from what the mortal soul could own.
There are no pacts where lions tread the dust,
Their truth is claw and silence, raw and just.
Yet still, I stand, a fool before the shrine,
My blood a whisper, offering ash and trust.
Each word she gives is fanged, with edges sharp,
Her laughter hums, a brutal, hollow harp.
The ache inside me folds beneath her grin,
As though her teeth could sever guilt and harp.
No common bond; no mortal tie can weave
This force of ruin clutching hearts to cleave.
Still, from her weight, I breathe an alien calm,
A portrait burned in charcoal, fierce to leave.
Her truth is art, the savage kind, unbound.
I wear its scars, a silent battleground.
No treaties hold, no hand can tame her core,
Yet in her chaos, I find something profound.
There are no pacts where men and lions meet,
Our truths collide, a thrum, a lethal beat.
In mirrored fangs, I howl my darkest self,
And let her teeth consume my soul, complete.
Ask who I am,
and I will tell you: I am fear.
It feeds until there is nothing left -
a dark so deep, no light can reach,
and no one left to save me.
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