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Jul 14 · 159
premature death
Ciel De Verre Jul 14
I notice that flies circle my movement,
They rest on my hands, my arms, the extensions of my legs
They swarm around the cavities of my chest
Where my lungs lay blackened, and my sickened heart beats slackened
And the occasional fly lies on the flesh that
Surrounds my ladened heart
I wonder whether they realise that my soul
Has decayed, that my heart chips down each day
And breaks, festering beneath the weight of my sins
I wonder whether they sense that I am rotting within
That I am a corpse standing still
Awaiting judgment
Ciel De Verre Mar 22
I search for you, in all the patterns of the skies
In all the single ways the sun melts within the
Ashes of the night,
The way your hair would melt into your eyes, and the way you’d
Push it back
The way your laughter carried through the canopies
Of your chest, the place where i buried my home, and the way you’d
Push me back.
And my thoughts seeped between the crevices
Of your ribs, and yet you still felt so empty.
My thoughts are now left with me.
And the violet hues cut through the sky,
And the lines I write cut through me.
Ciel De Verre Dec 2020
Why is it that I have never written a poem
For you
For your beauty, your intellect, your smile,
The way you dance within the sunlight,
Your hair breaking from raven to honey to the
auburn hues of an autumn moon, and melting
As you twirl each strand within your hands,
each lock glistening like the northern lights.
Why have I failed to capture your eyes
into words, for they behave as prisms would,
Separating each nuance of sadness into the simple
Joys of life and light
And softly spoken

Why have I never written love sonnets for the girl who
Sits in the corner, smudged ink and coffee stains
Coding the language of her books, as she
Writes love sonnets
for every boy
her self worth.

Why is it that I have failed to love myself
Dec 2020 · 131
because i can't delete you
Ciel De Verre Dec 2020
I will delete the pictures, delete the messages, delete the entirety of the reasons I fell in love with you; I’ll delete the poems, the late night whispers, the kisses, the print of your fingertips marking my body,   delete the tears,
the nights I spent alone wishing you were here,
crumbling beneath me,
dismantling the pain,
melting the mornings and nights into subdued shades of dusk
and dawn
and rain
where between twilight hours
you’d gaze into my eyes and find the stars and the sun
all entwined
as one.

I will delete all evidence of my heart breaking.
Ciel De Verre Nov 2020
I kiss you with her lips
And you kiss me with his
Our empty hearts
Born out of solitude
Reminisce within the shadows of
Old lovers.
and you can't find her in mine
Ciel De Verre Oct 2020
Under your heart, I undressed the covers of your
Soul, your eyes marked with lust
Glazed over
My feminine form,
The contours of my figure edging the
Lines of your mistrust.
Under the covers, you undressed the canvas of my
Body, my eyes marked with love, and
the warmth between us
left me afloat, barely hanging
the whispers
Oct 2020 · 189
to love a ghost
Ciel De Verre Oct 2020
I never knew your kiss, your whispered
touch, the silhouette of our
nights haunt the fragments
you left behind of
when your memories chip away
Oct 2020 · 135
and i can't move
Ciel De Verre Oct 2020
What if I’m sitting here,
staring blankly,
feeling empty, carving poetry, reminiscing,
Checking for a whisper
of your presence, aching for the
Echoes of our laughter, the  2 AM midnight
Squeals and games, your ghost touches
marking my skin, my past seeping between the cracks
Of this present.

What if I’m sobbing, choking on the pain
lying awake at 3 AM
whilst you feel the
warmth of human companionship, the
buzz of subdued laughter, alcohol,
the flutter of new love and the promise
Of a future.

What if I’m stuck and

You’re moving.
Ciel De Verre Oct 2020
You’re like a sad song in the middle of the happiest
I could have made,
the tunes they blend into a symphony
Of sweet Nostalgia,
until your song plays jarringly.
A song that has rendered me to the will
Of a poet’s apex, for the words
they bleed
when one’s soul
Ciel De Verre Oct 2020
Why is it
that within every reflection of the human
soul, I see fragments of you, the way you
laugh, your chest rising and
falling with the broken beats of dusk,
the way you looked at me,
enquiring within the depths of
who I was.
Why is it
that you shadow my every thought,
my every walk
upon the blades of grass
the shade of your eyes.
Why is it
that you see the world without me?  

I see the world through you.
Oct 2020 · 183
Ciel De Verre Oct 2020
You were my first kiss.
Yet you weren’t my first love;
Have I ever loved?
Maybe I have, and I’ve forgotten.
Can you really forget love?

You can’t forget heartbreak.

Nor the insecurity,
the pain,
the consistent invalidation of
your worth by the human you
deemed your other half.
A soulmate or
a continued mockery of one,
I fail to recognise the difference.
So when a repetition slightly
sharper, an echo slightly harder, a shadow
with a glint kisses me, I forget the love.  

And remember the heartbreak.
Apr 2020 · 527
empty drafts
Ciel De Verre Apr 2020
A collection of words dancing upon the blank
canvas of my screen.
Mocking me, they sit
unaudited, unfiltered, nonsensical strings
of words that fit so beautifully,
so tempestuous, they sit
Jan 2018 · 355
Ciel De Verre Jan 2018
My heart is muted by the bitterness
of blue sadness
dancing beneath the threads of consciousness,
I watch you disappear, your fragmented kisses are like
mere whispers of something
too beautiful
to have been lost.
I'll miss you. Rest in Peace.
Oct 2017 · 334
Love as lost as time
Ciel De Verre Oct 2017
I see you, see her, see the skies crack within blue panes of the burnished windows I watch you from.
I see how she plays
with the strands of her blonde hair, like I see the sun play with yours, burning fire within darkness, your hair  
like a night sky devoid of stars, lit ablaze with the awakening
of the sun.

I press my fingers upon the glass
until they are mere yellow stretches of skin.
Fingerprints; grease stained smudges paint the cracked windows, as they immerse themselves within my sadness, behaving as if a prism would, separating each nuance of this sadness into the cruelty
of time.  

Strung upon
upon each  "tick tock"  of the clock,
My movements begin to uniformly shadow the loss of time, how fleeting its beauty is, how the moments that once bled in vibrancy and sound, slowly mute themselves into disjointed melodies, fractures of what nostalgia holds dear.

And, oh god
I see you you kiss her,

You slip away from me, so gently
that perhaps I may
fall for you again
You slip away from me  

as if I held time.
This isn't my normal style of writing, it's too long for me. But I needed to let this go.
Sep 2017 · 421
Glass thoughts
Ciel De Verre Sep 2017
she glanced at the fragments
of herself
lost memories
within the blurred tones
of loss
Sep 2017 · 396
Liquid contortions.
Ciel De Verre Sep 2017
My blue skies are rainy days,
the horizon opens
as the day bleeds towards the
faint hues of
The crows they gasp for air,
their distorted reflections dance across
the streets -
the newfound liquid
mirror casts the colours of
the sky
like how the clouds
thread themselves
upon the crimson
of the sun.
Jun 2017 · 328
Ciel De Verre Jun 2017
the niches of the world
bled into a disarray
of unfulfilled dreams ,
it was as if grief himself
melted into the
subdued shades of
caught within
the sky.
Mar 2017 · 514
Ciel De Verre Mar 2017
Perished petals crack
crumpling into
clusters of diminished
so beautifully
it wilts  
like our dreams
under the weight
of our heart
Make of this what you want.
Feb 2017 · 464
Ciel De Verre Feb 2017
The sky contorted and almost
burnt, within a certain chaos
so inexplicable
it was as if
the clouds
caught themsleves amongst
the crevises of the sun,
and crumbled
Feb 2017 · 686
Ciel De Verre Feb 2017
a small bird,
atop the masses of
skeletal branches,
carved its kiss
on the tree's
calloused skin
and left
to shiver
within the broken
of night.
if not today, then tomorrow.
we all lose someone .
Feb 2017 · 530
Ciel De Verre Feb 2017
My desires hook themselves to
the lingering dreams of
lost kisses.
Enamelling the decrepit walls
of my
like the soft echoes
of your last whispers,
or like a tortured memory,
drifting and unnurtured
cascading within the depths of
To remember what never was there.
Feb 2017 · 567
Ciel De Verre Feb 2017
Seeping between the cracks of the sky,
I notice clusters of fragmented
clouds melting within the shades
of crimson
and grey,
as the darkened sun
falls towards the night.
Feb 2017 · 808
To live
Ciel De Verre Feb 2017
You burn
So softly, almost
As if your light
Flickered and fought
But dimmed,
And bled towards the night,
Amidst the broken undertones
Of burning plumes  
Lost desires.
To burn, to shine, to flicker, to die.
Feb 2017 · 697
Ciel De Verre Feb 2017
Broken stars twist themselves against the hues of the ashen sky.
Dismantled and deformed, they crudely frame the pallor of the moon,
glinting with a graceless shine,
Burning with a blunted light,
They dance.
Romancing within the hour of dusk,
They fade,
With the sun's kiss to
The night.
Feb 2017 · 402
Cruelty at its finest
Ciel De Verre Feb 2017
The reflections of the fragmentary mind,
distort the way
sleep manages to elude those
of whom
dream the soft dreams of broken light,
and bleed the coiling trails

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