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Stefania Carmen Misaila Poem
I will never return,
Not even when the willows grow.
Not even when a distant bird
Sings my soul’s departure.
I’ll be alongside the river,
Tracing the few years of my love.
I gave my soul to this ancient stream,
Where the willows plot in silence.
They want to take my core
And carry it over
The fields, the skies,
Across my mind.
And I shall let my darling tree
Snatch my heart and take it far,
For no one else to
Grab it all over again.
I’ll endure the Willow’s magic
And contain my spirit
Within her bark, within her leaves,
Releasing my poison into the water.
She’ll guide my spirit
Into the Summerland,
Where I’ll rest by the
White Willow’s side.
Then I’ll be the child of nature,
Daughter of the Weeping ones,
Resting my branches
By the river, on a rainy evening.
And I shall weep
Every time you will,
And wipe your tears
With my leafy fingers.
I’ll be your undying guardian
And your oldest friend,
Enchanting you in the land of dreams.
I’ll be the willow on your bedside.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
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Once again, you’re putting out your blinds
It’s this wicked game you play at minds
With the chiseled pot concealed,
My heart’s cards are now revealed.
I’m getting broken down again.
You’ve locked me up into this stain,
And as I try to raise heart’s chase
You lay there still, poker faced.
You force me into this blinding bet
Where no one is allowed to check,
Still you show me all your faces
As your wretched cards take their places.
‘Guess I have to get a grip,
Your words are dealing against my lip.
For they’re begging me to call
And see if I’ve lost my heart at all.
I’m no longer your full (fool) of hearts,
Letting you invade my private parts.
I’ve beseeched for long enough
For you to fall from your discomfited bluff.
You stand as an immortal Ace,
Wounded through my composed face.
Though I never knew it could,
My heart is now lost for good.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
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Red, color of madness,
The way I feel about you.
Black, the scent of your hair,
Stroking against my breasts.
Pink, the lips of my lover,
Blushing toward the bush.
Creamy, the feel
Of your push.
Throbbing colors
I feel within.
Crimson, your face,
In orgasmic gaze,
White, the purity I have forever lost.
Hot, your arms content.
Cherry, my cheeks in bloom.
Green, your eyes so sleepy.
Steamy, your breath arising.
Rosy, my rounded chest,
Asking for your tresses...
Sleep, so darkish and dreamy,
After this sexual conflict,
On horizontal canvas.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
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(Written with the help and great inspiration and original creativity of a good partner,
colleague and friend ---- Alexandra Onofrei. Keep writing, kid! You’re blindingly good!)
Wings sewn from blood-red curtains,
Sultry needles from all that sweat,
Closed eyes and fragranced cypress,
Sweep, with dreams, along the sidewalks.
Singlet’s creases,
I always knew they would match
(Pen’s beatitude)
My lips,
That now button up
Your lashes.
Hei! Are you still awake?
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
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Stefania Carmen Misaila Poem
I will bleed my soul for you until
The day I die.
Yet I feel so close to nothing,
It begs to differ if I try…
I’ve asked patiently enough for you
To hold me for one more day.
But, insanely, I scar my heart
Every time you walk away.
I’d scar my kiss, therefore my gaze
If you trade me for that w**re.
Yet your punches run so deep
Your thirst for lust I sense no more.
Your kiss has vanished from my mind.
My gaze, no longer weak…
You’re getting so much harder to find
That I deny myself the seek.
I bleed your smell, your mouth, your tongue…
Every part within I shred
Even though it’s hard to cling
Onto your fathomable bed.
I bled my happiness away…
It was never there to start with….
You don’t seem to reach those words to say
It’s our forever that you’re done with.
Even so, love goes on
Looking for other people to hurt.
Still, I’m left thinking in the sun
If I should send you back your shirt.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
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Stefania Carmen Misaila Poem
I wanted to forget you and forgive…
But the days
Never passed fast enough!
Scourging days
Of pain and misery
That only made me feel
So sorry for this
Sorrowful self of mine…
I can’t…
I guess I never really moved on.
I know we still talk,
But it’s never quite the same!
Going back now
Seems like certain death!
… Perhaps that is the best option:
Going back each night,
In my thoughts,
So I could die some more
With every tear I shed.
I can’t….
But I admit it now:
There is no love for my kind!
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
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I’ve left all of my thoughts
On your drowsy, cozy bed.
All those dreams that we’d
Put together then.
All those floating feathers
And your thrilled laughter
Still there lay.
There, on that bed,
I’ve forgotten all my smiles
And all that bliss
That you covered me with.
On your pillow I’d rest
My tears again
So you’d evenly pick them
Up with the tip
Of your lips.
I still remember you
As you were…
As now, you are not!
We will sometime
Return to our darling bed,
To expel this awful past…
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
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(Tribute to the movie “Out of Africa”)
I gave my heart to Africa…
There, on a farm,
In those vast green plains,
With coffee perfume in
The crispy air…
I had a farm in Africa…
Where the gazelle dance
In the sweaty breeze,
Grazing and jumping and kicking
Right into the lions’ claws…
I lived in the very soul of Africa…
Where the giraffes reach
High above the stars
And the moon lay
Carelessly on her back,
Watching over the savannah.
I had a farm in Africa…
Where the jungle would
Sing its song for the
Prudent bush-hunters.
Where buffalo and wildebeests
Cross the blue
Into the waters, giving themselves
To the ancient crocks…
I left my heart in Africa…
And now she sings a song of me,
The air shivers with the colors
That I had on,
And children play in the fields,
Looked over by the eagles
That once soared for me…
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
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I don’t know which way is up or down…
Everything’s just white or black or brown.
I’m trying so hard to find those shades of gray,
But I don’t know if I can make it through this day…
You’re atmosphere is all I’m breathing in…
And all you do is take me through this spin.
I want to grab the darkest shade of moon
As I know that you’ll be rising soon.
You shine even brighter that the sun…
And every time I’m near you I come undone.
Piercing through this lie I call a shield,
You burn inside me till my heart becomes unsealed…
Gravity is not going to hold us up for long…
The love I hold inside is getting strong.
Breaking through my last layer of self-defense,
You orbit within my line of passion so intense.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
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Stefania Carmen Misaila Poem
It’s cold
And I long,
Really not feeling well.
It’s winter while I
Touch you within the snow.
My thoughts race me
Horrifyingly toward you,
The pain,
I can barely overcome.
It’s the bluest winter,
Like your eyes, my dearest.
And it feels so warm,
Just as the shadow’s
Riots never reach your side.
When your body’s
Not twisted
By butchers that don’t
Know the meaning
Of love, of weep.
It’s winter in our souls,
None the less,
May it be summer in
Your cheeks as
I bare you in my mind
Like this prayer.
In my dream we usually
Hide like my
Personal orison.
It’s winter and
My soul’s so hollow,
I cannot even dare
To speak.
I’m still longing you, my brother.
© 2010 Stefania Carmen Misaila
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