Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Apr 2018 Word
Boygene Borice
Dear Love...

If only you could allow me,
To stay longer in your presence,
My heart will be calm and peaceful,
And this pain will sublime a little.

If you could see the love in my eyes,
Which are now being drained of life,
You wouldn't walk away,
To let me die in loneliness.

I beg thee, my sweet Love,
Don't let me cry in hopelessness,
While this disease feasts on my bones,
The bones that served you with affection.

Let me not wander, for death is near to my soul,
I can hear its whispers, waiting to take me home,
Will you, my Love, allow to rest in your arms for a little?
As I wait for my departure time.

I want to let go of my breath while holding you,
I want to be weak while I see your face,
I want to say goodbye while you stand by,
Can you my Love, allow me in our presence?

If only I can die in your arms, my Love,
I will die an honorable death,
For there, in your presence I where I found love,
It's where my soul found refuge.
One thing that glories a dying heart, is death in a lovers arms. It always ends peaceful
 Apr 2018 Word
Jasleen kalra
And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.

And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.

And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.

And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.

And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.
 Jan 2018 Word
Spelz
The Dimensions
     of her heart.

The circumference
       of her soul...
 Jan 2018 Word
tumelo mogomotsi
“why do you give him those angel wings”
“well, he promised me joy and roses to smell”
“hell, did you receive any of those things”
“i can’t tell behind my cerebral prison cell”

“what’s letting go to pain”
“what’s with the spot test“
“why do you still keep him entertained”
“why don’t you just rip my heart out of my chest”

“maybe these questions are foolish”
“you don’t know how...”
“you seem to hold onto something ghoulish,
but maybe it’s not my place to frown”

“maybe it’s true; you can’t choose who you love
you can’t choose how the stars align
you can follow what your heart is in search of
i just hope there are roses along the line...”


- t.m
 Dec 2017 Word
Paul M Chafer
We conquer all worlds,
Sweet creature: melt my soul,
freshly thawed, vulnerability exposed.
Eager for unbridled wickedness,
within lilting rhythms of your magic.
So inviting, such interwoven seduction,
I discover that you are indeed, She.
The Mistress who cannot be denied,
so take my hand, I shall guide you,
while you, Dark sweet demigod,
Guide me to intoxicating magic,
magic that is you: and you alone.
Pour your evil charms upon me,
Stoke dying embers of my neglected power.
See the flames rekindled;
feel the comforting ice of my being,
savour my destructive cold fire.
Let me soothe you in return,
offering delicious despicable deeds.
Havoc wrought in your name.
The demonic glow inside grows,
until I fear nothing, Dark Mistress.
I am exalted in this vile inferno,
A conflagration of our own creation.
Dark destiny shall not desert us,  
but shall become the favoured guide.
I shall never be without you,
Dark Mistress, and together,
We conquer all worlds.

© Paul Chafer 2014
From my second novel, Wizard's Wrath, released mid-augst 2014. This is a poetic cantrip spoken by a wizard in the thrall of a Dark Mistress.

— The End —