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My heart was found guilty
Of witchcraft by my brain
He dragged her and beat her
Spewed his hatred for her
Tied her to a wooden stake

My brain couldn't comprehend
The magic of my heart
Why she never wavered
How she always loved
He started this persecution
Because he couldn't understand

I always felt her growing
Beautifully and powerfully
With every beat she won me over
All I did was want to protect her
But my brain called it heresy

My punishment was to watch
As he burned her alive
I heard the shrieks of hope die
The smell of her love stung
My nostrils and it haunts me still

I walk around pretending
As if nothing had ever happened
My brain condemned me to live
This life without my heart
Without the love and only
With the memory of that night

Every day I burn like she did
As every day I hate like he did
I was unable to convince him
That she just wanted to love
But my brain was too afraid
Of the powers of my heart
Shared on Hello Poetry on February 1, 2016
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 Apr 2016 Alice Parker
Pixievic
Time
 Apr 2016 Alice Parker
Pixievic
Lost in relativity
An unknown entity
Looking back to move forwards
Mislaid in the past
In retrograde motion
It's a curious notion
To be uwittingly governed  
By planets and stars
Live life in this moment
Finding contentment
Clinging to fragments
Hoping it lasts
Time stops for no one
Life can't be undone
So surrender yourself
As it's gone far too fast ......

(C) Pixievic
Time is a funny thing ......
I
Hated
reality
till
I
discovered
fiction
is
real
Although I work, and seldom cease,
At Dumas pere and Dumas fils,
Alas, I cannot make me care
For Dumas fils and Dumas pere.
I can be a star that shines through your night and day
a painting that sticks on the feathery canvas
the radar to your ship, the enduring campus
the words that are so difficult to say
I can be the one leaf in windy seasons that never falls
but sticks with you till the very moment eternity calls
the beautiful melody that never ceases to sing
the serene filled drone which may never sting
I can be the careful and graceful bird that never perches
the unnoticed but concerned eye that always watches
the willing helping hand in your times of need
the much desired friend in need,a friend in deed
I can be every joyful and melancholic poem you've ever read
a roseate flower whose frail petals never fade
the green thick dense canopy to always bring you shade
the one who makes your twisted world a better place
I can be wide spectral smiles to colour your love locked face
A friend against foes, a kiss on your cheek,
Or a secret in your palm to hold you whenever you're weak
I can be more than just a phone call and text
a mechanic who gets the wreck of your broken Heart fixed
Or lifeless images of glowing eyes and tearful emotions,
and the eternal rivers of hope flowing within to Oceans
I can invent the technology to teleport you here
be the keeper who whispers sweet somethings in your ear
the destiny you've always wanted to have
I can make that dream lad you've always wanted to love
if only you give me a chance,and to the rhythm of life rise to dance
walk barefooted through thorns, I can take the bull by his horns
I can be the Madonna whose bloom conquers all seasons
and outlives eternity if only you understand my reasons
again
     hold me
                 closer,         tighter
   I miss it
          the crushing time
             the avalanche kisses
                 the       breath...
deep
      catch it
more

         my sweet **** lip balm
mingled with your
         taste

     ...I can still taste you

  feel you,
                 arms crushing me
  against you
                 closer,        tighter
           new passion
  first time

         you overwhelmed me
                        deepest I've known
                         first I've known
I want it
you
              again
waking up on a Wednesday—
    a Day stranger to live than spell
iced tea doesn't make enough sense.

blue shoes glued with Shoe Goo
    makes old shoes more new
but not much more or less than Crap.

i've got Things to-day to do—
    paint the walls, save the World,
and dream of Alan Rickman.
28 December 2005
RIP to the best actor I have ever known.
To my heart you are forever sewn.
You have impacted my life more than anyone.
You saved me and gave me another day under the sun.
Thank you for touching my heart.
What you did was a true art.

RIP to the only person to stop my tears.
I have loved you for years and years.
Even though we have never met.
You are someone I could never forget.

Sleep well in Death, you beautiful man.
Please know I am forever your fan
I'll never forget how many lives you have touched.
Be happy up there? If I can ask. If it's not to much.

Rip to the man of many roles.
Death took it's toll.
To these words I wish I could send.
Thank you, my hero, Alan Rickman.

Feburary 21, 1946-Janurary 14, 2016
*"Always..."
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