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Arte Misia Poem
Swirling like an exhale from a cigarette that burns
Watching from a distance as the world mundanely turns
Everyday the same routine, a joyless empty place
You wonder when you look at her why indifference paints her face
A memory is hollow like a bitter broken heart
Nothing matters anymore as it all falls apart
Another indie song circles ‘round on repeat
A solemn understanding transfers though the beat
Melancholy strings plucked on acoustic guitars
How does the world feel so small but leave you so far
Out upon the edges where sanity knows its bounds
Would you plummet off the edge if nobody was around?
Without reciprocation we float lifeless in this world
Nothing feels; nothing bleeds from this lachrymose girl
Another day, another chance to see that things set right
One more minute, one more hour until the close of night
Lying awake in bed with eyes tightly closed
When the demons of sleep depart, she’ll never know
Kaleidoscope images and soundless words
Twist and wind into silent thoughts she’s heard
Dreams consume from head to toe
Encapsulate subconscious things she doesn’t know
Vivid nightmares, ghoulish scenes create within the walls
Like Alice in her Wonderland, too much time to fall
But with a sudden jaunt this girl will come to rise
She will stare at her reflection and see nothing in her eyes
No one will ever notice the things they’ll never see
Hidden, caged and bound her secrets to captivity
No pain, no sorrow, not a trace of fear
Not anger or regret could be found here
Each reinforcement, skillfully adjusted every morn
Straightened at the corners and sutured to the norm
“This is your life,” she says, “It owes you not a thing.
Too bad perfection isn’t as perfect as it seems.”
Copyright © Arte Misia | Year Posted 2011
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Scarlet petals soft to touch flutter to the ground
Delicate as a summer breeze they do not make a sound
The scent of roses fills the air gently all around
Silent sweetness, scarlet petals, a sight quietly profound
As time passes, petals wilt against their hardened bed
Crackled up as death consumes that brilliant scarlet red
Steadily advancing until all of the color has been bled
Black engraves within the cells and there they will embed
Nearing to extinction, the scarlet petal disappears
Turning into dust and silent flowing tears
The beauty of the petal remains not as it appears
The softened memory and silent sweetness remains throughout the years
Copyright © Arte Misia | Year Posted 2011
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Arte Misia Poem
Dear John was not what I came to be
It’s a Dear Jane sent to me overseas
As if duty isn’t calling and I have the time to read
It’s only five words that have been written to me
“I love you, I’m sorry,” seems like empty narration
When I’m fighting here for both my country and my nation
Like a bullet piercing through an emptied hollow chest
The pain I feel from the wound lies beneath my Kevlar vest
Words escape my mind and I feel my heartbeat drop
As if my artery is spurting and my blood will not clot
It’s not enough to finish me despite the deadly blow
No matter how much I think I’ll die here all alone
I'll dig my fingers in and I'll fight it every breath
The blackness will not take me this will not be my death
Five years, five words, is that all that I’m worth?
One word a year will be my enduring curse
Love can’t stop a bullet but it can make you bleed
Now I finally realize I’m the only one I need
Copyright © Arte Misia | Year Posted 2011
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