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Brenden Kalnins Aug 2014
Laughter fills the room.
Surrounded by familiar faces,
the loneliness sets in.
Brenden Kalnins Dec 2013
Her eyes like a maze, drawing me in.
Losing myself in the clear-blue caverns.
Paths branch everywhere,
Like a spider's thread weaved in ice.

I come-to and she's gone,
a chill left in her wake.
Brenden Kalnins Nov 2013
Once upon an autumn night
While I hid in sheer fright
came the call of siren sweet
making my heart skip a  beat.

The sound of steps as light as rain
only enhanced my dear heart's pain
quickening the rhythm of my breath
and enhancing my mind's wrath.

The sound of her entrance made me look
and left me as a fish caught on her hook.
Just that one quick glance
speared me as if by a lance.

As I stood entranced
she quickly closed the distance
to stand in front of me
and become the only thing I see.

"I love you like the autumn mist
and sorely have you been missed"
is what I wished to utter,
but when tried I only stuttered.

She firmly took my hand in hers
as icy as if metal spurs
and led me out into the night
which only increased my plight.

I remember how we used to sit
fitting together like we were knit
and a tear I left unshed
just as feelings I left unsaid.
Brenden Kalnins Nov 2013
Oh, to feel her on my skin again
To gaze upon her as she watches.
To feel her loving stare
And know that she cares.

As I search for her this night
I am reminded I search in fright.
The fear of loneliness sets in deep
And I search ever more fervently.

She, the one suspended in the heavens
Is my only source of comfort.
My only shield from the terrors of this world,
And the only one to protect me from myself..

The beauty which she holds
Lingers on my lips.
I feel her cure this senseless fright
As I speak her name up into the night..

"..Luna.."
Brenden Kalnins Nov 2013
I am a Wolf that hunts in the night.
But with my Goddess gone, I have lost my hunter's sight.
The “She” I sing to on moonlit nights,
Has not been seen; it has not been bright.

That light that guides, the light I follow,
Has not graced this poor Wolf's sight.
“She” is gone, “She” is missed,
Covered thoroughly by this world's mist.
Brenden Kalnins Nov 2013
Laughter fills the room;
Surrounded by familiar faces,
The loneliness sets in.
Brenden Kalnins Nov 2013
If I could compare thee, my darling muse,
to but one object I find in constant use,
t'would be the knife, my Love,
the one you hold in that blood-stained glove.

Your whispers are more screams,
that haunt me through my waking dreams.
Your advice.. it's not nice,
Much like your defensive wall of Ice.

So, to you my darling sweet,
I am glad we rarely meet.
For you are a harbinger of pain,
that blocks out my merry sunshine with her rain.
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