Your presence is of the essence
Of a charming chamber violin
Like when you speak words
-That disappears unheard-
It warmly unravels my nerves
And makes me love in silence
Wholly my being afloat since when
The time in the beat was mutually spent
A promise upon the dance of two
A present to me, with harmony from you
Stunned soundly by this melody of mine
With its enchantment so purely sublime
This beautiful song that is made for two
With sacred hands by me and you
This violin sings as angels cry
That presence has no alibi
No orchestra to accompany
Her lonely wistful melody
Like a serenade to a haunted room
About love, given to her beautiful doom
Seems only time can take away
The lonely echo we left that day
Only dreams can tell us when
We'll hear the song we love again
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
Embracing a season of dreams
In the flesh of the past, born to tears
It's not as harsh as it seems
Hard to find what it means
Determined desire in a sterile sky
Another day passes with heavy feet
Darkness of despair informs my eye
That it is here where differences meet
My heart dries beneath my *******
By a fragile voice
that leaves me no choice-
But to gather tears in my chest
Memory as witness to the bitter shapes of yesterday
Forms wounded words with most of the say
Forms shadows that inhabit my silence
As the hidden pulse of my existence
Your eyes will ever possess my breath
Deeper than the grave, darker than death
A mourning sound from the pale-lipped moon;
"My dear child, you died too soon..."
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
Peering deep into a mirror untrue,
Showing one part me, one part you
Shatter the mirror to change my face
Or at least settle chaos into grace
But if very piece has a place
It wont change the way this face betrays
The human being behind the name
Lead astray by our past that still shouts
A sickness i wish i could live without
A thickness we can both warn others about
One that keeps all the rays of sunlight out
Resembling the bruise that keeps me from you
even a mirror seems incapable of showing the truth
Feels like the entire universe is just a lie too
I sink into twilight in the red afternoon
So Descend the darkened stairways of my heart
If you can break through all the knotted parts,
Manoeuvre not to trip as my heartbeat quickens,
Manage to breathe while my blood slowly thickens
And you'll find it there on the shelf, unsung
Tucked away like all the things we've never done
You kan take it all and i wont spoil your fun
A small sacrifice for the hate we've become
Through which ill remain ever so slightly insane
Seduced and scorned by the laws of fate
to never forget or even for a second escape
The furrowed brow that makes your face
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC
Collab with JP
Unshadowed trees offer me no protection
from what I am,
From what I was.
I'm blinded but still trying to see
Meanings in what's painted by the breeze
Tired branches depicting imperfection
Framing Life-drained mildew-stained leaves
Roots still bleeding way too far
Sketching something alive only in memories
In some way the shadows are returning,
I'm feeling the zephyr once again.
These leaves are almost green.
Once they were but now is what's been
I can only recreate by burning
Smelling like a soul that's spent
Only smoke and destruction seen
Gloomy canvas of a life at end
Let me close my eyes
Let me fall away, drifting.
Think all this is almost concluded.
Maybe I'm just deluded?
Let me scribble my last goodbye
And leave as part of this imaging
Where melancholy is favoured
And happiness secluded
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
Poet: Skia Kyria
Editor: Jp
Haunting my dreams,
Chasing my wake,
An answer it seeks.
No matter what it will take.
Leaving my serenity behind
Until it can decide,
Lingers around me all the time
Whispering four little words :
Harshly revealing, crudely unkind.
I am thankful, you see me for my light.
Always beautiful, your insight.
So Careful, not to darken my mind.
Ever faithful, you have nothing to hide.
But what am I?
It questions me again
Screaming like my enemy
Laughing like my best friend.
I am a terrible mass of darkness inside,
With a bit of a conscience and a lie for a life.
A mess ever trying to deny my shadow self,
Nursing it unwillingly, the deeper I delve.
But you.
You see and adore only my shell.
Happy with what you think you can tell.
Unaware that I swallow this sickening hell.
Born from the darkness in which I dwell.
I cannot find the way that leads to the light
Forever lost in the Coldness of night.
I can still tell black from white,
I can still tell wrong from right.
I have fallen too far to be where you are.
and hate myself for it constantly.
Battling to swim, drowning,and guilty,
Shaking as it hungrily consumes me.
Without any conscience
and no lack of confidence
Creating the coincidence
Of which I must bear the Consequence.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 6:50 AM UTC
The silence is consuming me,
frozen in time;
screaming deafening tones,
trapped forever within this tomb.
The silence makes itself seen.
A breathing piece of mind.
A beating heart of stone,
From a sadistic mother's womb
It needs to end.
This silence within me.
Always stubborn, always questioning.
Shaking these walls.
Something to mend.
To soak while i bleed.
A single sound, just what i need.
Not too loud, just bordering,
Between barely there and deafening.
Something so easy and terribly small.
How can it be impossible at all?
It is time to heal,
to become whole again.
To stand tall alone and to feel
And break this silence,
break free, be free,
And just as before..
to raise voice once more.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
Winter with you is rosy
And not as grey as foretold
To curl up with you and get cosy
You glow from within my soul
Every ticking second holy
And every broken bit whole
Breathe for this moment only
And bleed it onto a sacred scroll
Even as winter makes us feel lonely
We are never really alone
Indulge in your energy slowly
Taking me over from skin to bone
Winter....with you
let it be known
Is coloured rose
and very new
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
Stir...stir around the last of the winter leafs
and rest one at my feet.
It is here, in the dark of morning that everything is raw and truly seen.
It is hard to believe that anything exists beyond this,
silenced reality, nocturnal bliss.
Living in the head becomes living outside,
till the sun comes up and draws up the blinds.
My soul dies a tiny death;
daylight takes a glorious breath
and I wait.
Even though always in time,
almost always too late.
A mirror to the sky,
another beautiful mistake.
A sigh that screams
like broken dreams -
'That’s what I’ll do if that’s what it takes'
Not totally alive,
but afraid I might die of all the suppressed why’s.
The haunting roads not taken...
I must have been mistaken...
maybe not...
once or twice
but I couldn’t find my mind!
It's always been here,
at times a little hazy inside...
saved usually by the light of moon;
crystal clarity in a coin shaped cocoon.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
Rain.. everywhere..
Breath like tiny vapors in the air
Just like escaping the arc of sleep
To end up where dreams and pathways meet
And just before I plunge, I leave
to the deepest delusions ever perceived
But so indisputably real
That it makes sense of the way I feel
Floating, median minded reality stretches out
to hinder time and point every heartbeat out
the numb sensation of doubt
until it echoes out loud
mimic the atmosphere of your air
and splashing everywhere,
rain everywhere
-soaking socks-
And dripping hair!
It just keeps pouring at me!
but you are nowhere,
you are not seen,
nor are you heard
you are felt, which is awfully absurd
seeing as all that lives here breathe
the phantom of your memories
it’s like you are behind me
It’s like you are in the trees
It’s like you are the wind
Inside of me…
You are the melody
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
(This is for you, my Wizard)
You'll probably end up not reading this
Because I'll probably end up not giving this
and remember-i just have a funny way of saying it
Because you have a funny way of taking it
Afraid of these impulses to which i so easily subside
and that sweetened flow of satisfaction inside
through every cell in my body each time
that makes it impossible to look away next time....
The destructive behavior...as if...
my body...will last...the eternal gift
or maybe just a slow suicide,
maybe just a muted inner cry.
Who knows?
Each unto his own i suppose
i beg my thought infested head
to not pin me to my sweat infused bed.
Sleepless nights!!
Ever such a delight
to run through the empty streets of my mind,
and beg these thoughts to let them be tied!
(As if i don't need the rest, thank you Sarcasm, but do you mind?)
...leaving me hunting the possibilities by rays of moonlight
or candlelight alike-
Secretly knowing that there HAS TO BE A WAY IN
NEVER finding it-always ending up where I'm supposed to begin
There are so many hints and clues
-all of them leading back to centerpiece you
i suppose seeing what i want to see
is easier
than saying what i want to say
but
There was something that forced me into believing that day
that there was something in your eyes that gave you away.
So come to me.
.. you don't have to touch me!
All you have to do is watch me
i just want to show your eyes
how they can color these lines
and fill them up
till the pictures come alive.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC