Nameless.
Unassigned.
Invisible.
Wanting so much,
yet fearing even more.
Too aware to pretend.
There are things
you simply cannot play.
No matter how long you practice
the art of acting.
Categories:
unassigned, anxiety, art,
Form: Free verse
I feel like a poppy
in a field of hogweed
My sentences have run dry
I am rudderless in the wilderness
I lack a welter of letters
unassigned to the wherewithal
I am lost in a cave
unfree to ply my words
The storm clouds jettison their foray
Speechless I gain no semblance
as the autre bards attack me
walking in no one's land
slow to trust in myself
the world should awaken
with an uninhibited din
Categories:
unassigned, angst,
Form: Free verse
In the shadows of my mind
I see there painted black
Suffering as if he’s blind
In the darkness is his knack
Pain and sorrow he brings
Knowing that we dread
The day when he rings
The bell whom we’ve fled
Our demise brings him glee
Like it will bring others grief
From him we cannot flee
He comes around like a thief
For tender worries to remind
Why he might hold back
His grim touch unassigned
Demise that will attack
Mysterious and filled with fear
He delights in our termination
Welcoming us any time of the year
With a sad and gloomy flirtation
Whether morning, noon or night
He isn’t a respecter of persons
Often greeting us with fight
Against some illness that worsens
Ethereal silence accompanies him
With a vague, misty beckoning
Coloring our hearts a deep grim
Because it’s the day of reckoning
As I contemplate the time of death
With curiosity that is quite eerie
I am assured that I will draw breath
In paradise where it is never dreary
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Categories:
unassigned, anxiety, dark, death, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
We are the unbegotten
We are the unassigned
Redeemed from oblivion
Kept out of mind
We are the great rotation
Unfolding the sublime
An echo of obliteration
Returning with the tides
Unmarked by boundaries
Before the birth of lines
Inhabiting voided forms
Unrevealed by signs
Dissolving like a vision
Or a phantom of the blind
We are the soon forgotten
In the reckonings of time
Written by © Raven Drake
Categories:
unassigned, mystery,
Form: Ode
My heart would skip a beat every time I see you,
Butterflies would form in my stomach if we talked.
My knees would weaken if we touched,
For my heart is where you have stalked.
So much love inside to give to you,
My heart aches for it is so full,
I would do my best to give you everything of me,
The strings on my heart are ready for you to pull.
I long to make you happy even just a smile,
The void in my heart is ready to be replaced.
Trouble is I don't even know your name,
I have yet to meet your beautiful soul and face.
Categories:
unassigned, heart, heart,
Form: I do not know?