DaRk IcE
DaRk IcE
22 hours ago      7 seconds ago

This feeling of emptiness couldnt get any more empty. As I lay here forcing tears
From surfacing in my cracked eyes I
Wonder if he feels the same way.
Lost in a whirlwind spinning in
The core of mother natures
Scorn. Please just take me
Away from here. Out of
This misery I reside in
Do with me as you
See fit. Spare my
Life, or take it.
If you spare it, take me to fields of gold
    That gleam in the suns jealous skies.
          Shining its beauty in my shadow
               Lighting my way through the
                    Darkness my heart insists.
                          Lead me into a place
                               Pain isnt allowed,
                                    Only love
If you take it, may I forget the pain and
    Sorrow I once felt. Allow my spirit to
         Rise free and unburdened. Let my
              Lifeless body rest free of any
                  Unfinished business on earth.
                        I want not to be a restless
                             Spirit. I wish to fly with
                                  The birds in the sky, be
                                       One with them. See
                                             Things how they
                                                  Were meant to
                                                      Be. In peace

Silence Screamz
Silence Screamz
1 hour ago      4 minutes ago

Solid pitch
Liquid strain
Blood curdled scream
Agony, pain

Fog driven steps
Casting away
Murdered inside
Don't want to stay

Trapped in the moment
Object of time
Cold hard walls
Prison is mine

You were there
Spirit of dust
Push right through me
My heart was a must

Shake this disease
Molded like clay
Wrapped up arms
Can longer say

Gone like a whisper
Voices in ear
Shh in the silent
No longer there

Haunted by your past love, taken away in a flash
#love   #ghost   #you   #gone   #whisper   #spirit  
Debbie Jean Embrey
Debbie Jean Embrey
5 hours ago      32 minutes ago

the light
bounces off of your eyes
and fills the room
with your beauty
your devotion
your heart

the shadow
bounces off of your face
and covers me
with your passion
your life
your soul

t'is love
booming from deep within
and fills my world
with your passion
your piety
your presence

#love   #romance  
2 hours ago      40 minutes ago

Sail away, small bird.
Over distant oceans
Tip down your beak
Let it touch the sea.

Sail away, small bird.
Don't let the crashing
waves touch you. Don't
let them spray your wings.

Sail away, small bird.
Drown out the roar
Of the current with the
gentle hum of the breeze.

Sail away, small bird.
Away from everything.
Away from home.
Away from me.

1 hour ago      50 minutes ago

it is..
not to feel
while the words
burn laburnum
on the trace of a storm

as here
the roads are silent
and the breeze
from a solemn morning shore
wanders quite alone -

unwhole and restless
like a melody
lightly sculpting
gates for the pulsing dawn.

and now i think of..
a song
mouthed by midsummer rain
within a lost sigh
of lotus clouds

into a reaching
for the unreachable -

for a fragile,
heartbreaking sound.

its taste is..
of warm snow
and the soft air
of strange paths
i haven’t walked before

and a dream -

a blooming dream
i can’t forget

dear poets, sorry for not reading your writings recently, been unwell and currently mostly in the hospital. going to return soon.

May I for my own self song’s truth reckon,
Journey’s jargon, how I in harsh days
Hardship endured oft.
Bitter breast-cares have I abided,
Known on my keel many a care’s hold,
And dire sea-surge, and there I oft spent
Narrow nightwatch nigh the ship’s head
While she tossed close to cliffs. Coldly afflicted,
My feet were by frost benumbed.
Chill its chains are; chafing sighs
Hew my heart round and hunger begot
Mere-weary mood. Lest man know not
That he on dry land loveliest liveth,
List how I, care-wretched, on ice-cold sea,
Weathered the winter, wretched outcast
Deprived of my kinsmen;
Hung with hard ice-flakes, where hail-scur flew,
There I heard naught save the harsh sea
And ice-cold wave, at whiles the swan cries,
Did for my games the gannet’s clamour,
Sea-fowls, loudness was for me laughter,
The mews’ singing all my mead-drink.
Storms, on the stone-cliffs beaten, fell on the stern
In icy feathers; full oft the eagle screamed
With spray on his pinion.
    Not any protector
May make merry man faring needy.
This he little believes, who aye in winsome life
Abides ’mid burghers some heavy business,
Wealthy and wine-flushed, how I weary oft
Must bide above brine.
Neareth nightshade, snoweth from north,
Frost froze the land, hail fell on earth then
Corn of the coldest. Nathless there knocketh now
The heart’s thought that I on high streams
The salt-wavy tumult traverse alone.
Moaneth alway my mind’s lust
That I fare forth, that I afar hence
Seek out a foreign fastness.
For this there’s no mood-lofty man over earth’s midst,
Not though he be given his good, but will have in his youth greed;
Nor his deed to the daring, nor his king to the faithful
But shall have his sorrow for sea-fare
Whatever his lord will.
He hath not heart for harping, nor in ring-having
Nor winsomeness to wife, nor world’s delight
Nor any whit else save the wave’s slash,
Yet longing comes upon him to fare forth on the water.
Bosque taketh blossom, cometh beauty of berries,
Fields to fairness, land fares brisker,
All this admonisheth man eager of mood,
The heart turns to travel so that he then thinks
On flood-ways to be far departing.
Cuckoo calleth with gloomy crying,
He singeth summerward, bodeth sorrow,
The bitter heart’s blood. Burgher knows not—
He the prosperous man—what some perform
Where wandering them widest draweth.
So that but now my heart burst from my breast-lock,
My mood ’mid the mere-flood,
Over the whale’s acre, would wander wide.
On earth’s shelter cometh oft to me,
Eager and ready, the crying lone-flyer,
Whets for the whale-path the heart irresistibly,
O’er tracks of ocean; seeing that anyhow
My lord deems to me this dead life
On loan and on land, I believe not
That any earth-weal eternal standeth
Save there be somewhat calamitous
That, ere a man’s tide go, turn it to twain.
Disease or oldness or sword-hate
Beats out the breath from doom-gripped body.
And for this, every earl whatever, for those speaking after—
Laud of the living, boasteth some last word,
That he will work ere he pass onward,
Frame on the fair earth ‘gainst foes his malice,
Daring ado, …
So that all men shall honour him after
And his laud beyond them remain ’mid the English,
Aye, for ever, a lasting life’s-blast,
Delight mid the doughty.
    Days little durable,
And all arrogance of earthen riches,
There come now no kings nor Cæsars
Nor gold-giving lords like those gone.
Howe’er in mirth most magnified,
Whoe’er lived in life most lordliest,
Drear all this excellence, delights undurable!
Waneth the watch, but the world holdeth.
Tomb hideth trouble. The blade is layed low.
Earthly glory ageth and seareth.
No man at all going the earth’s gait,
But age fares against him, his face paleth,
Grey-haired he groaneth, knows gone companions,
Lordly men are to earth o’ergiven,
Nor may he then the flesh-cover, whose life ceaseth,
Nor eat the sweet nor feel the sorry,
Nor stir hand nor think in mid heart,
And though he strew the grave with gold,
His born brothers, their buried bodies
Be an unlikely treasure hoard.

7 hours ago      1 hour ago

Braided Lines Pass Through Titanium
On Bite Alarms As Taut As Bow
Then, A Glimpse Of Silver Between The
A Tail Pattern Against The Weeds
In The Moonlight, There's Only Shadow,
No Sound
And The Mirror Keeps Going Round

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