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Daemon Delano Apr 2018
I look into the eye of the man before me,
And see the soul of a man worth loving.
His irises twinkle as his hand reaches for mine.
As he smiles and makes me tremble,
sadness there is none to find.
I'm happy. I'm blissfully frozen.
Frozen in a moment in time
that seems to go on without end.
I am worthless. I have no dime.
Yet he looks at me,
and gives me all his time.
Is this obsession? Is this madness?
Nay, it is simply my heart
finding a soul worth loving.
And as this frozen moment continues,
I can tell he feels the same.
Should it last or should it fail,
in this moment it does not matter.
I'm in love and happy, and he is to blame.
Frozen in this moment, he is a god.
Frozen in this moment, I lay in awe.
Frozen in this moment, I find peace.
  Apr 2018 Daemon Delano
Meera
You have dark circles under your sunken eyes
You’re beautiful
You have pimples on your face
You’re beautiful
You are black, brown or white
You’re beautiful
You have scars on your body
You are beautiful
You have chapped and dry lips
You’re beautiful
You have overgrown eyebrows
You’re beautiful
The shape of your nose isn’t perfect
You’re beautiful
You have chubby cheeks and love handle
You’re beautiful
You ain’t beautiful
Despite of your flaws
But you’re beautiful
Because of them
Perfect with your imperfections
You’re beautiful
know how obsessed we women're about looking prim and proper before leaving the house, sitting for hours in front of the mirror applying those silly beauty products in order to hide our flaws. We truly believe that it can fix all our insecurities. Even I have to wipe make up from my mom's face whenever she overdoes it and trust me I just love doing that though it annoys her a bit. Little does she know how beautiful she looks even without her foundation or mascara
Thankfully I never got into that stuff
  Apr 2018 Daemon Delano
Bridgette
I'm just some tragedy
Who absentmindedly
Thinks of what could be
When truthfully
You probably want nothing
To do with me
Its just my fantasy
To dream of what cannot be
Cause darling you don't love me
So pardon me
If i take my leave
And let you continue living happily
Daemon Delano Apr 2018
'Twas driven mad this day,
over something small.
Small I say,
But only seemingly so.
Like doors to the fray,
my feelings did flow.

Thine lips of Fate,
they kiss me fondly.
N'one shall know,
Tho they look at me oddly.

Shouldst I dine on thine maniacal stare,
my thoughts and feelings I bare.
and find mineself in evanescence
eternity passes with such sweet decadence.

Finding ourselves in this,
blissful garden of darkness,
My mind doth wander.

Far, Far above those crooked branches,
to a different place in the eon.
You sit at my side and make me whole.
Our child is beautiful,
calling my name.

Jumping on my knee she says with her lips,
"I want the raven."
Before I could reach for this "raven",
I awaken to your nudge and smile.

Gazing into your eyes,
Almost lost,
In the endless depths of your soul,
I recite a verse,
Of that I rehearsed,
Hoping it wouldst make us,
even more so amorous

"If I stay,
I mean,
If i might,
Thoust shouldst be my life."

You question my verse,
And tho you hesitate,
I continue with a simple voice.

"Please, my sweet ember.
Please, my true love.
Find it in your heart and soul,
that you love me,
and make me whole.
You are my One.
I love you."

And as I reach out,
I hold your hand in my palm.
Removing that which is concealed.
I give you my heart in a case,
hoping you give me this alms,
and allow us to meet in affectionate embrace.
I wrote this when I had a glimpse of what would happen if I let something pass. The poem would have been written later in my life but it came to me in a vision of the future. I saw hands, my hand, typing in front of me on a computer at the library. I remembered every word. This poem is the future unless another path is taken or something is altered by an external force. Much why I never share these things. But this is proof to me that I will be married to the most beautiful man in my life and have a child that we share. Call me crazy for having random occasional bursts of clairvoyance that I don't share with people in fear of being met with either shunning and/or abhorring disputants, or opportunists and/or malevolent bystanders. Thank you.
I will make your wait worthwhile.

With every moment and every smile.

You just keep flipping that hour glass making sure that no moments pass.

We'll hold on to what's true, we'll always say I love you.

We'll hold each others hand as we sprint through the grass, and fall in the leaves as the summers pass.

Skating on through this endless time, watching the snowflakes and seeing you shine.

We'd watch as seasons flew.

we both know that I’d stay until I’d turn gray and the nights fadeaway because i cherish those moments with you.

We'd stay until the day that one of us would say that I'll be waiting for you.

As time goes by and the seasons fly by our strong lovers story would be through.

They’d smile at the day when they could lay down and say don't worry I've come back to you.
  Apr 2018 Daemon Delano
Lord Byron
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:—
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met—
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears.

— The End —