Blow, white winds,
With echoes of the past.
While in your ice
Red-hot iron is cast.
Now the smith comes
Dressed in night’s shade,
Taking up the hammer
From the table on which it laid.
Strike after strike
The fire melts the ground,
Leaving a smell of familiarity
And a well-known sound.
Truth is this!
Like a branding iron
Cast into the
Cold winter ground.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
The keys to my eternity
Once lay in your hands.
That which makes my identity
Flows, like shifting sands.
When at dusk I call your name
I start the dance and the game.
For the crimson dawn,
Rose, as you went… gone.
If only you had treated my heart
Like more than a piece of frozen meat.
Thank you still, for awaking my art,
While you skipped across glass, with bare feet.
Your skin was the hearth during snowfall,
Yet you still had the absolute gall
To claim everything which was once mine.
Between love and power, is a thin line.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 3:34 AM UTC
Snow always gave me hope.
As it would fall and fall
It would remove the rope,
Stringed between me and all.
It showed me how footprints
Left their mark after dark.
Thrown around like lil hints
All around our still park
As the fragile snowflakes,
Like me, fell to their doom.
The rose’s right it takes.
Its holy right, to bloom.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
Don’t worry I’ll always have time for you…
Sorry, I was busy.
As soon as something changes I’ll let you know.
Everything’s okay…
You weren’t stuck up, I notice things like that.
Something’s happening to you…
You have those little things, every day.
It’s nothing…
I’ve always wondered…
How do you deal with me?
This is heaven for me.
There’s still time.
I’ll call you
Let’s run away till the car falls apart.
We’ll go together.
You’ll survive!
If you need something, just call
Please!
I’ll trust you
What do you think how I feel?
I don’t know…
I like the real you more.
Thank you, it means a lot
No worries.
You matter!
I’m sorry…
Ok.
.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 3:01 PM UTC
The hole from within
Draws me closer.
The apathinc grin,
Natural for her.
I dream of clarity.
Of the warmth of arms.
Love’s brutal rarity.
The storms and the calms.
In between sleep and death,
Where my thoughts meet you,
I release my last breath,
Finally anew.
For it was your name
Which had sparked this lust.
On me falls the blame.
In you, did I trust.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
My bones break
Under the strain
Of words, fake,
Drowning in rain.
These bones are made of chalk,
Often times too hard to walk.
Despite these times of rage,
Still, I can turn the page
And look into the eyes
Of my own true demise.
These bones, chained
Under the weight
Are left maimed.
No choice, but wait.
These sticks of pale wood break,
Just as the soul can ache.
Under the cracking bones,
Left beneath hollow stones,
Is my own fragile mind.
Feelings I’ve yet to find…
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
I crave the scent of skin
And all its distractions.
The storm brewing within,
And the silent actions.
When Gods test their might,
Bring forth their glory,
Light turns day to night.
One word, one story.
Never will there be
Such craving and lust.
As when I met thee.
My heart is now dust.
The seeds of ice were set
Into the cold ground free.
Where fire met cold and wet.
Where shouts, became a plea.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 9:24 AM UTC
I will not stand for the absence.
The fight for survival in my own skin,
Sown onto me, like some wasted fabric.
Nailed to my bones like the child of God.
For someone so alone and so strong,
It gets tiring to hear the same song.
The anthem of nothing.
The joy of relief.
When the pain is gone,
An even worse enemy steps to the stage.
His enemy is love.
He goes by the name, rage.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
Til death and fire do us part,
No one will feel your broken heart.
An injustice of passion and cruelty,
Brought my body and my mind to mutiny.
Open your eyes
If they are still there.
Hear my last cries,
Your name, I must bear.
Tides of regret sweep over me.
The small things are what sets me free
From the chains of thy agony.
For we, my one and only, were birds of different feathers.
Fall into arms
Of lies and glass.
Do me no harms.
Your test I pass.
The corridors haunt my every thought.
Do you think of the pain you have brought,
And how your words brought my soul to rot?
It wasn’t your voice that broke the silence, it was the lack of it.
I sing and I write
Til my thoughts turn white.
And the fissure of true, blazing heat,
Has only you, who it has to meet.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
These new nights,
Overshadowed by lights,
Are plagued by my thoughts,
My memories hitting me like gunshots.
Wrapped in the heaven of sheet and cloth,
With the flapping of the most distant moth,
I lay, buried, safe.
Avoiding the mental strafe.
Come unto me, broken god,
Who my heart so often ****
To new lengths and troubles,
Where dark thoughts come, in doubles.
To the sleeping fear from deep within,
I no longer fear your foul grin.
And to the monster with starts in her eyes,
Go forth, free, unchained from the skies.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC