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Dec 2019 · 737
The Heart of Winter
Mysidian Bard Dec 2019
Upon the deathbed of Old Man Winter
Autumn placed her golden crown,
and as his heart began to thaw
he helped Spring lace her morning gown.
Nov 2019 · 662
Impermanence (Haiku #75)
Mysidian Bard Nov 2019
We walk these shorelines
leaving nothing but footprints
that waves wash away.
Nov 2019 · 755
Excalibur (Haiku #74)
Mysidian Bard Nov 2019
He's the only one
who pulled out the sword and could
cleave her heart of stone.
Dedicated to one of my favorite poets, who always adores a cute little love poem. Go check out her work, she's amazing!
Mysidian Bard Nov 2019
Flower on the bank;
there was forgiveness for all,
but the River Rose.
Oct 2019 · 391
Leaves (Haiku #72)
Mysidian Bard Oct 2019
Desperately, we cling,
but how long can we hold on
before we both fall?
May 2019 · 673
Mysidian Bard May 2019
I was there when darkness
was all you ever knew.
So black it was; the night,
that your shadows left you too,

but then across the horizon
a beacon's match did strike,
and burned a path right through the dusk
to end your lonely nights.

Years flew by in blinks of an eye
and long gone are those days;
but still despite, I kept the light
that watched you drift away.

Forever my heart will be your guide
so that you never sail alone,
and if you're ever feeling lost
you'll know the way back home.
May 2019 · 1.4k
Iris (Haiku #71)
Mysidian Bard May 2019
Always will the sun
shine upon closed eyes until
we all learn to bloom.
Mysidian Bard Apr 2019
Five broken arrows
litter the great battlefield
of this weary heart.
Apr 2019 · 892
After the Storm (Haiku #68)
Mysidian Bard Apr 2019
Two tear-stained petals
now lifeless upon the ground,
asking why they fell.
Apr 2019 · 683
Secret Admirer (Haiku #67)
Mysidian Bard Apr 2019
An ocean dying
to meet the beautiful shore
just a wave away
"Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet"

- Pink Floyd "Echoes"
Mysidian Bard Apr 2019
A mother's passing
is the first death her children
will grieve without her.
Dedicated to those who no longer have their mothers with them.
Apr 2019 · 849
Devotion (Haiku #65)
Mysidian Bard Apr 2019
You'll be my goddess;
just make me a believer
and I'll worship you.
Mar 2019 · 640
Dusk Shroud (Haiku #64)
Mysidian Bard Mar 2019
May the night grant us
a second chance at those dreams
that by day we lack.
Written for a nocturnal friend of mine. <3
Dec 2017 · 1.1k
Mysidian Bard Dec 2017
My second hand heart
wants to turn back time
to that split second moment
when your hand was in mine.
Dec 2017 · 1.2k
Current (Haiku #63)
Mysidian Bard Dec 2017
Every time I drift
something always carries me
back to your embrace.
Dec 2017 · 1.9k
Failure (Haiku #62)
Mysidian Bard Dec 2017
Shattered dreams become
glass shards beneath our bare feet
on roads we must walk.
Dec 2017 · 1.2k
The Problem with Knots
Mysidian Bard Dec 2017
There was a time when you and I
were impossibly tied to one another,
when we reached the ends of our ropes
we had no place to go but each other.

Years of the world trying to pull us apart
had only made us more tightly bound,
but when it came time for us to part
there was no way we could be unwound.

The problem with knots is when they get too tight
and you no longer want them teathered,
you're left with a single heartbreaking choice:
one end needs to be severed.

A rope that's cut will lose its strength
and the ends will begin to fray,
so one would expect it to loosen in time
until it finally falls away,

but even though my end was cut
the day we were torn apart,
the piece of me that remained tied to you
became the chains that still bind my heart.
Dec 2017 · 892
A Dawning Kiss
Mysidian Bard Dec 2017
Overhead the stars align
and dance in eyes that brightly shine,
anxious waiting parted lips
and eager aching fingertips.

Desperate waves eroding land
between the places where we stand,
shallow breaths that mirror tides
begin to swell and well inside.

Winds echo lost fairy tales,
a gentle breeze becomes a gale,
the final leaf clings to the tree
while our hearts long to be set free,

and every wall we've built around
will finally all come crashing down
as you and I are swept away
by a kiss that strikes the break of day.
Nov 2017 · 1.4k
Hope (Haiku #61)
Mysidian Bard Nov 2017
Heartbreak is only
the time that exists between
two eras of love.
Nov 2017 · 693
Mysidian Bard Nov 2017
I remember being a young boy
who was afraid of stormy days,
I knew that a sudden gust of wind
could come and take you away.

I promised that I would never let go
and to keep you within my sight,
but I didn't give you the freedom to soar
and often pulled too tight;

so one autumn day, you broke away,
I stood outside until spring,
but the boy who went out that windy day
became a man holding onto a string.
Nov 2017 · 625
Bittersweet Sympathy
Mysidian Bard Nov 2017
A pristine stained-glass heart
is all I see

when magnified through the lens
of your sympathetic tears.
Written for a friend
Nov 2017 · 900
Before It Was Ever Broken
Mysidian Bard Nov 2017
Before it was ever broken
I'd give to you my word,
so clear and legible on the page
but now the lines are blurred.

Before it was ever broken
I'd give to you my dreams,
but the fantasy that we had woven
was tearing at the seams.

Before it was ever broken
I'd give to you my trust,
but the knives we held into our backs
were begging us to ******.

Before it was ever broken
I'd give to you my chain,
but the bonds have since come apart
left rusting in the rain;

and even though we're broken
I'd still go back to the start,
when before it was ever broken
I'd give to you my heart.
Nov 2017 · 2.2k
Mysidian Bard Nov 2017
If not to touch the earth
and know your sun kissed skin,
if not to chase your shadow
through every place you've been.

If not to stand on mountains,
howling from the peaks,
if not to lie in fields
as melodic whispers weep.

If not to dance in forests
where tangled roots take hold,
if not to bathe in oceans
while eternities unfold.

If not to touch the earth,
upon me you would shine
and for that fleeting moment
I could call you mine.
Dedicated to a very special friend of mine who comes on here often hoping that I have posted something, no matter how long I have been absent. I hope that this will brighten your day.
Aug 2017 · 1.1k
Overcast (Haiku #60)
Mysidian Bard Aug 2017
forever looming
clouding our hearts and our minds
the shadow of doubt
Jul 2017 · 1.0k
Empty Beds
Mysidian Bard Jul 2017
There's one less set of footprints
upon my bedroom floor,
there's half as many clothes
behind the closet door.

There's a lonely set of arms
that used to embrace its pair,
there's one less person here
but one more vacant chair.

There's a heart that was once overflowing
and bursting from the soul,
but it seems that just a half
can claim the very whole.

Somethings can be mended,
but never replaced by another.
In empty beds we learn
how to live without each other.
Jul 2017 · 1.2k
Mysidian Bard Jul 2017
Every day she plants the starseeds
that grow into wishing flowers,
their petals fall down to the earth
and we call them meteor showers.

We beseech the celestial wanderers
and when our words reach her ears,
she makes all our biddings come true,
but each one is stained by her tears.

She yearned for one to call her own
in her garden above the clouds,
but to think of herself and not of the world,
her duty is disavowed.

And so the lonely Starwarden
only smiled on us from above.
She could not keep the wish of another
just because she wished for love.
Jul 2017 · 1.3k
Forget Me Not
Mysidian Bard Jul 2017
Even the most beautiful flower
must carry the curse to wilt
and even in its dying hour
new life upon it is built.

No longer will it grace our eyes,
but through death it is still giving.
A new purpose is served through it's demise:
the chance to nourish the living.
Jul 2017 · 869
Missing Pieces
Mysidian Bard Jul 2017
Broken, hard scattered shards,
seeming impossible to undo.
You were just a jigsaw puzzle
and I wanted to complete you.

Interlocking jagged fragments;
we both knew from the start
that you were missing pieces,
ones that belonged to your heart.

If we were to ever be together,
I knew what I had to do --
I began to take myself apart
to give those pieces to you.

Slowly I break with each piece you take,
but my love only increases;
for now I am a part of you,
I am your missing pieces.
Jul 2017 · 781
I Want This Kiss to End
Mysidian Bard Jul 2017
I want this kiss to end,
it brings me pain to say
that I've thought a lot about it
and at risk of sounding cliche:

we wanted it to last forever
and I'm sorry that it can't be,
but when I'm done explaining
I'm hoping that you'll see.

Eternity has no meaning
as profound as it may seem;
value is found in the fleeting
otherwise we'd always dream.

The thing that makes it beautiful
is that it has an ending,
our time is short and limited
so we choose where our time is worth spending.

We choose to be together
as our lives are drifting by,
we'll take each others breath away
until we finally die.

I want this kiss to end,
on that I'm very sure.
I want this kiss to end
so I can give you a thousand more.
Jul 2017 · 1.6k
Entropy (Haiku #59)
Mysidian Bard Jul 2017
My chances became
equal to your frigid heart:
absolute zero.
Jul 2017 · 1.6k
Mysidian Bard Jul 2017
There was a time when we were strangers;
ships that passed in the cover of night.
We sailed parallel those lonely waters
not knowing that soon we'd be in sight.

There was a time when we were friends;
you wished only to reach the shore,
but my compass was spinning, our journey just beginning
and so I took you aboard.

There was a time when we were lovers,
but our ship soon started to leak.
We battened the hatches, bailing her out,
but hopes were battered and meek.

An unspoken pact and a final kiss,
letting you drift from my fingertips.
I readied the very last lifeboat,
but the captain goes down with the ship.

Strangers become lovers and lovers become strangers
through sailing the seas of time,
but this mariners tragedy's worth the memories
of when I called you mine.
Jul 2017 · 14.6k
In Her Eyes
Mysidian Bard Jul 2017
I've seen sunlight in her eyes,
a reflection of her soul.
So warm, radiant and gentle,
but a glance is all I stole.

I've seen starlight in her eyes,
a reflection of her dreams.
Dancing beneath the sea of pearls;
mirrored in a serene stream.

I've seen firelight in her eyes,
a reflection of her lust.
The crimson embers flickering;
hearts threatening to combust.

I've seen moonlight in her eyes,
a reflection of her wonder.
Thoughtful silent glimpses shared
in the silver beams asunder.

Yet every moment my memory holds,
reflected in earth and skies --
I'd trade them all without hesitation
just to be beautiful in her eyes.
Mar 2017 · 1.7k
Mysidian Bard Mar 2017
Reaching out across the stars,
we've had to fight since birth,
so that our burning avatars
could unite our lights on earth.

Arms raised not to withdraw
beneath the crying horizon,
a closing coup de grâce
where a shattered moon is rising.

Towards one another we race
with no space left to divide
the endless dancing embrace
of two worlds that finally collide.
Mar 2017 · 2.1k
Lonesome Lullaby
Mysidian Bard Mar 2017
All I have is a photograph
and a blank page with your name,
our lives have clearly changed,
but my heart still feels the same.

So I write down a few scattered lines,
and add a chord or two,
just trying to make new memories of you.

I'll play this song beneath the stars,
watch it dance into the sky.
If on the wind my words do fly,
then you'll hear my lullaby.

Will you look above and think of me
as a shooting star breaks through,
maybe words will make wishes come true.

Now I have a brand new page
with a picture, poem, and song.
I know it's been so long,
but my love's still standing strong.

If a picture paints a thousand words
then this poem will never do,
but I want to make new memories with you.
Mar 2017 · 1.2k
A Poet's Pledge (Haiku #58)
Mysidian Bard Mar 2017
I'll give you my pen
if you draw the parallels
here between our lives.
Feb 2017 · 3.0k
If I were the Rain
Mysidian Bard Feb 2017
If I were the rain,
I'd be dying to touch the earth,
cascading from nimbus clouds,
desperate to quench your thirst.

Yearning to bring new life
and glistening morning dew,
to a cold and arid place
where a garden never grew.

Today the sun may shine,
tomorrow may be the same,
but somewhere on the horizon
are skies that I'll reclaim.

I'd shower you with tenderness
and promises never untrue.
If I were the rain,
I'd be falling for you.
Feb 2017 · 2.3k
Mysidian Bard Feb 2017
Longing through lonesome days,
supplicating the sun to set.
I anxiously await your arrival,
should consciousness concede to what I covet.

Only in fanciful fantasies,
in the delight of darkness,
and in our notoriously nocturnal nature,
have I ever happened upon happiness.

Give me the gift of your grace,
the spell of your sweet surrender,
and the temporarity of tonight
will flourish into forever.

In the day I may wistfully wander
halfheartedly and uncommitted,
but in dreams I know not the words
lonely or unrequited.
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Feb 2017 · 1.2k
Luna (Haiku #57)
Mysidian Bard Feb 2017
You are my moonlight,
the darker that my life gets,
the brighter you shine.
Feb 2017 · 2.0k
Mysidian Bard Feb 2017
Astral architecture hangs on the balance of my once fragile mind, now unbound and open to the potential of the Penrose Stairs that I climb. Infinity, I thought, was an innate idea man was not meant to understand, because if the universe is in fact infinite, into what does it expand?

Standing at the precipice of epiphany, teetering at the very cusp of clarity, it came to me in a monumental moment of sibylline singularity:

It expands into itself.

The thought was too profound to perceive, too ravenous to be satiated. Could this be at long last, the answer for which I have waited?

I realized that consciousness operates under a similar uniformity: the brain won't outgrow the head, but the mind will outgrow the body, and our echoes will radiate across the endlessness of existence, for all our forgotten frequencies are oblivious to the concept of distance.

We are all limitless beneath the veil of this perceived reality,
but only there are we human, and only then are we free.
Feb 2017 · 1.9k
Curtain Call
Mysidian Bard Feb 2017
We both read our scripts,
but we're not on the same page.
You and I are just actors
who treat life as the stage.

We rehearse our lines,
but they're not what we mean,
for once lets break character
and call cut on this scene.

We could steal the show
if we rewrite the play
and end the charade
of this macabre matinee.

We've reached the finale,
there's no encore after all.
This is our shot,
our last curtain call.
Feb 2017 · 951
Promise (Haiku #55 & #56)
Mysidian Bard Feb 2017
My skies are always
so clearly blue when they're not
obscured by the night.

I'll let darkness in
if you promise to fill it
with endless starlight.
Feb 2017 · 2.2k
Mysidian Bard Feb 2017
I've met Sapphire -- she was like the sea. She could appear as a raging storm or the complete embodiment of tranquility. Graceful, calm, comforting and yet at the same time tempestuous, untamed and misunderstood. Those who wade in the shallow would never know the unfathomable depths of her being. For beneath her unstable surface lies untold understanding, wisdom, and a love that is both unimaginable and sincere.

I could have laid there in the sand for Eternity, enclosed in the gentle hush of her misty words, letting her waves crash upon me in hopes that I’d eventually be pulled under.

I've met Ruby -- she was like a wildfire and I the dry tinder, all too eager to satisfy her audacious passion and unquenchable desire. I was the moth; the unshakable temptation of her aura's alluring danger was too tantalizing, too enticing to resist. Bewitched by her crimson lips, sultry figure, blazing eyes and seductive gestures, I was foolishly fanatical to be her dancing marionette, my strings effortlessly compelled to be wrapped around her finger.

Yet I could never find contentment in feeling her warmth from a safe distance. I yearned for the uncertainty of smothering the flames for a chance to be engulfed in the immortal inferno of reckless devotion.

I've met Topaz -- she was like the sunlight and the stars. Joyous and blindingly shining with youthful exuberance, her childlike innocence was a boon that beamed upon every soul she touched. Spirited and seemingly teeming with a never ending supply of infectious laughter and a smile that could melt even the most frostbitten heart. Hopelessly trying to keep up with her fervent spontaneity proved as futile as trying to catch a shooting star with a butterfly net.

I am forever blessed that she shone upon my life. A single day basking in her radiance was worth more than the perpetuity of a solitudinous existence.

I've met Emerald -- she was like a lush forest. I sat beneath her trees in the shade of her leaves, embraced by the gentle caress of her touch. Her serene ambrosial breeze carried soothing whispers of kindness and compassion that were unrivaled by any earthly delights. We planted seeds that took root in our hearts and entangled our souls with the everlasting abundance of euphoric elation, harmony, and deliverance.

Yet every flower that flourishes in the spring will willingly wilt in the fall, and the seeds that lie dormant beneath the snow bear no commitment to bloom. What we hoped would blossom through the passing of time would only amount to us growing apart.

But I've never met anyone like you -- You are a Diamond. Given just the smallest glint of light, you shine with the complete spectrum of incomparable quintessence. You encompass the entirety of all the different colors and hues of every jewel I have ever known. Unparalleled and peerless in your very nature, unprecedented and unsurpassed in your beauty.

You are ineffable. All my attempts to describe you will only prove to be ultimately inadequate, but you are the most precious gem to me and I will be, forever and always,
Will you be my Valentine? <3
Feb 2017 · 1.7k
Grace (Haiku #54)
Mysidian Bard Feb 2017
The weight of darkness
is something only the sun
can ever make light.
Feb 2017 · 1.1k
Hall of Mirrors
Mysidian Bard Feb 2017
This prison is a place where darkness only breeds
and the shadows dance with themselves,
playing tricks on my eyes, darting quickly across the walls
only to vanish upon my focused gaze.

I once caught a glimpse of these hypnotic specters;
cruel machinations of tortured souls revealed themselves
to be nothing more than corrupted reflections of myself
wandering aimlessly through a hall of mirrors.

These rooms were once traversable,
but now this maze is more twisted than my own intentions;
unheeded, unnoticed and smiling, like a knife in the dark
waiting for an opportunity to quell any ambitions
that may lead to freedom.
Feb 2017 · 2.3k
Mysidian Bard Feb 2017
Bravery is not a trait to be learned,
but a decision that's yet to be made.
When standing against overwhelming odds
there's good reason to be afraid,

but despair does not ensure cowardice
and adversity does not equal defeat.
Every man still has a fighting chance
as long as his heart still beats.

Be always valiant and forever fearless
against what others may forewarn,
because the decisions made amidst catastrophe
are also when heroes are born.
Feb 2017 · 1.3k
Mysidian Bard Feb 2017
As I walk the streets of this old town
footsteps of the past are retraced;
though I look upon it with brand new eyes
every place still has your face.

The wind will always carry your voice,
words echoing on the breeze,
like whispers in the gathering dark
between the cemetery trees.

Fragmented memories of a tortured past
are just riddles without clues.
Haunted are these same old streets
by the apparitions of you.
Feb 2017 · 655
Where Friendship Ends
Mysidian Bard Feb 2017
You and I walked down the road
as lonely hearted friends
to find the way that leads to love
on the path where friendship ends.

We've always been desperate to share
the feelings never spoken out loud,
but our perfect sky is always filled
with the reluctance of broken clouds.

If the time had come for us to decide
which path would you choose?
Would you still just be feeling lost
or just too afraid to lose?
Jan 2017 · 1.1k
Mysidian Bard Jan 2017
Some call me a saint,
others call me a hellion,
but at some point revolution
must progress to rebellion.
Jan 2017 · 1.3k
Mysidian Bard Jan 2017
She stretched out across the bed,
her body curved in serpentine suggestion.
Seductive whispers, bedroom eyes
and the beckoning motion of her hand.

What sinister intentions are behind
this divine invitation to partake
in the pleasures of our flesh?
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