And like the first drops of water falling
From the somber sky
Descending like dew drops
Pure and subtle.
Yearning for their true origin
And better self.
And so does that heart failing
Of loneliness in dreary beats
One attuned towards one mistress sole
Yearning for it's true soul
And better self.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
I don't fall in love,
I trip-
Stumble
Falling
Eyes wide and dreamy
Heart beating incessantly
Constantly.
Seeing the world through rose coloured lens.
Yet
Still seeing you.
Eyes through
To skin
And deeper
Yet.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
Many poems have been written about thy beauty,
But none speak more true than my heart beat.
Yours.
Forever.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
Every moment, every ion of time spent,
Apart.
Is torture to the soul torn in two
Away;
From it's vital element.
Every lone, Precious ray of light that
Falls,
Is beauty encased, eternal, fragile and
Fleeting.
Those eyes, the door to my heart and mind my
Bane.
Of a beauty so Sincere and Perfect, yet
Flawed.
A desire and passion so Violent and masochistic it
Consumes.
A love, all encompassed, Obsessive, Jealous
But.
Understood.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
I engraved your name upon my heart
To make it yours,
I caressed it, and gently took care of it
To make it my own.
I beat through life. With upheld face
To make mine yours,
I sheltered through storms and zyphers
To make it my haven.
I saw you then,
And realized;
Yours is mine,
And I'm
Yours.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 6:46 AM UTC
At the Golden glorious gates of Heaven stand I,
In meek merit and weakness divine, unable to enter.
Looking in at the white and red, and ample boughs,
Trembling with fear: feverish with desire of thought.
Approach I the glimmering constant gates,
Wrought out of my being and fibres.
My weakness and strength, my thoughts and ignorances'
And moulded in my lacks, and my fire and awe
Rings out in defiance and mockery of myself
but it echoes my heralds and welcomes my approach.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
Why,
When words calmly manifest the intimacy,
Our hearts render them asunder.
In just a sliver of time.
How,
When surrounded by souls dimly lit,
Do I feel as a death moth fluttering near a lamp.
Ceaselessly eternal.
What,
Can my lips say when my heart is burnt by fire.
What words?
When all are mean.
Where,
Are the seconds of every day gone?
Swallowed;
Except in frivolous pursuit or meaningless drudgery
When,
Could I raise my arms up without fear of falling,
Or be swept by Lethe.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
There is something between us
Something which is indefinable and inexplicable.
Something unimaginable and something just so fantastic that it can't be defined or even
Written down.
therefore...
Here I stop
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
The scorching mid noon heat breathing down our backs
The cooler night wind nursing our scorched palms and heated hearts,
No choice but to move into imagined havens, against,
But, nurturing the cursed heat.
Our souls may rise up against, in anguish, but our voice
Wavers, in response to it’s tempt,
Content in Our Silence; rather than forbear, forthwith
In humorous discontent and fear.
No escape, no peace from the all-seeing heat haze, whatsoever
All action futile, but still hope; parasitical, in all circumstances.
That our latter kindred may be proud, “That though they failed,
Yet, they did struggle.”
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
What worth is a flow’r to a bunch; and its hidden message?
Or if ev’n a cherry; to a box of chocolates indulged in, and gild’d?
As ev’n what worth is a drop to a summer’ rain in fall.
Or the autumn zephyr to a winter wind unceasing?
Its essence, finesse untold; undervalued.
Quantity; is it not what our hearts seeks, unabashed, unrelenting.
When it must, it should instead quality.
So as the sole dewdrops, from the ***** of the heavens descend
And, that seeks refuge in a flow’r bud silent, and tacit
So too does a tear drop, from the jewel of the eye
In a hearts element, succour.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC