Shay Dec 2018
Stay me
Why won’t you stay

You continue  to run from time running from what you fail to see is your own shadow

Stay face me with me
Together we can hold hands and interlock a bond unbreakable by the universe itself

Can you not see that every eye contact you make is the deepest fears of yourself begging to be accepted and cradle

Stay me
Stop running
Dwell for just a few and relinquish all control

Allow the freedom of internal chaos to be your best dance yet

Alas the revelation that fear was never tangible only imaginative

Why won’t you believe for one second that the you that exist is the me you hide from

Enough !
Now you see that me is seeking reconciliation
Grab my hand place your face on mine
Your lips on mine
your heart beat on mine and release

I feel you shiver, your hairs standing
Don’t tremble dearest one

I hear you scream “let go”!
I watch you flee into the abyss

I’ll be here again when you arrive
saying won’t you stay with me just a little bit longer this time
Shay Dec 2018
Petals in the wind
So effortlessly dancing around my chaos

Ocean breeze pushing against the current of my soul

Why so tormented are you
Must you be drawn back to the ripples in the water of your evolution

Of your rebirth



Messages from and to within
All lies in the wind

Like petals in the wind
Dancing so effortlessly in my chaos

Life is the dancer and I the dance

Shay Jun 2017
Aware more than ever of the inner war raging within

Rolling thunders caving at my soul
So much chest pain
When will I ever reach it's chest to unveil all that is owed to me
But, how can I be so foolish again to ponder at the thought of judgment

Lest, I seal my heart of an unknown knowledge to man

I am the bottomless pit
The highest peak
The force of each effortless wave

I am the whisper in the wintery nights and the comfort in each sun ray

Open your eyes see it all
Grasp it all
Arouse each molecule
Resurrecting the tasteless triggers that can upset the soul of the universe

Even still, seal your heart
Listen carefully for it's dancing rhythm and lest your smile be its violin.
  May 2017 Shay
i wrote a lot of great poetry when i was in love
i wrote even better poetry when i was in pain
i wrote the best poetry when i realized that the two emotions were actually the same.
  Apr 2017 Shay
Ioana - Silvia Manea
How do you taste a woman?
Do you let your breath
Take over her skin
Or do you,
Her treacherous,
Deceitful, delightful touch?

Do you take her sight for granted,
As if it was yours to own,
As if she would
Never vanish,
Or do you know
She's nothing more
Than a chimera on a wall,
Than Clotho's spinning thread
In an ancient story of forgiveness...

Do you trust her soft and humid body,
Like a silky cloth soaked in
Spicy peppermint oil,
Or do you fear
Her lips
As if they'll
Harm the pulse
Of your easily grown
Desire for all that she has enchanted?

Do you let her fingers linger
Somewhere in between
The locks of hair,
As they were
Her only to poses,
And make them come alive
Like serpents shadows on a desert's moonlight?

All in all, a woman cannot be
Taken for granted,
As she isn't there
Only because
You see her
A woman is
A passing shadow
For your mesmerized vision.

A woman is that summer rain
On your heated body,
Or that devastating
Storm on a
She is both
Dust and wind,
Love and hatred,
Hope and despair.
She is nothing more
Than clear, cold water.

So drink the woman
As you taste
Into good wine
And tell me, stranger...
How do you taste a woman?
thank you for all your comments and likes. never thought that this poem would be so appreciated. thank you again and again.
  Apr 2017 Shay
she always wrote after dark…

actually after midnight to be exact
when all others slept peacefully
and the world itself
slowed to a silent hum

night after night
her dark pen
glided across the pages
spinning tale after tale
of horror
endless love
and of course
never ending ****

she would surround herself
with embraces of the undead
and faraway whispered voices
from the other side

and her ink flowed with ease

yet something was amiss

hidden deep
within her private sanctuary
she bared herself to the shadow gods
screaming into the darkness
and a cold blackness rose from within

pleading for an equal

one who truly understood
the infinite pleasures
of the unholy written word

the gods listened
and they answered
time stood still
for the briefest of moments


he arrived

like an icy wintry wind
howling through her insides
chilling her to the bone


she wore a slight smile to her crimson lips
as he breathed his wicked words into her

his darkness was apparent
if only to her
and those very words
fueled her fire

under the same moon
and long into the night
they spoke of secret desires
as the
music filled his lonely ears

and she danced for him
under the soft amber light

her curves covered in silk

his haunting eyes
held her interest for some time
and his rugged jawline
was for her alone

his pen was fierce
and her tongue was sharp

such a deadly combination

*and so the story goes...
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