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 Mar 2018 belyamarie
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
 Mar 2018 belyamarie
bee
now that i've forgiven you
it's time for me to apologize
for putting you on that pedestal
that was so very high
it hurt when you fell off.
 May 2015 belyamarie
Madeysin
Curve
 May 2015 belyamarie
Madeysin
You get exactly what God you think He is.
If you think he's an angry God, then THATS what you get. If you think HES a horrible God than that's what you get. How can you hate someone, you don't even know? How can you never open a book and hate everything inside it. Oh because you read one scripture & you hated it? Well guess what, read the whole thing and maybe your shallow mind will understand
 May 2015 belyamarie
belyamarie
Catalyst, you are
  hovering,
  elegantly
  chasing the
  kryptonite of my being.

Cajoled helplessly into the sweet
  heaven of improbable impossibility.
Eager to break free from the
  canopy of a
  knavish reality.

Confused in a different kind of
  hue that traces the
  etymology of a word so foreign.
Chambered upon a citadel of a
  kingdom fortressed by shame.

Catalyst,
  have me back my sleep.
Echt pain, yet bliss.
Catalyst, your effect I will forever
  keep.
Light the candle, a burning flame
I know it's dire, my time today
I can't blow it out
Only take it about
Everywhere I go, it's still haunting me

These lit candles
Are by their handles
In the hands
On the idle lands
Of the people, walking on the city streets

But here I sit, counting away
The hours, the seconds, the days
I'm left alone
Stuck in this home
Please just leave me alone, I'm too sick to go on

I'm losing control, I'm losing my sleep
Sometimes I wake, standing on my feet
In dark a room, and I don't know where
Where I am, I'm standing right there
But it still haunts me in the back of my mind
We all hold ourselves up to a flame that ultimately hurts us.
I loved you strong, with all the recklessness I possessed,
Yearned to share with you all I had to confess.
Believed it would be palliated in your pristine hands,
Watched it slip through your fingers like worthless sands.
Enamoured and imprudent, I jumped right in,
Unaware your depths were too shallow to swim.
Naïveté; my judgement had faltered,
All of my worth lay bare, and you resigned, unaltered.
Gave everything I knew with nothing left in reserve
Long forgotten it was me I should serve.

It was a hope laced channel for all the healing I desired
but you were inept at radiating the compassion required.
No understanding for this fragile task in proposition,
A rare gift to be cherished that you gave no recognition.
And there was too much exposed for you to forsake,
Too much that wasn’t earned; my calamitous mistake.
For these blood stained bones you lacked the tools to unearth,
You were never the answer to my rebirth.
Gravely inexperienced for this feat,
Your heart was too sheltered
and your mind too weak.

I gave you completely this intimate token,
But you failed to see how I was broken.

— The End —