Coeur de June: Favorites

Mar 2014 Coeur de June

Red Bergan

As the Night is drawn,
In the spectacles of my mind.
I stand alone,
In the shadows of light.

My eyes turn to the moon,
Whose gaze is pallid and ghastly.
Now they shift,
Becoming Scarlet irsises.

I am a beast of the night,
The nocturnal moon is my call.
To summon from sleep,
And all.

Nocturnal forever.
A girl of the night.
I am the one in the shadows.
I fight for that right.

Rawr Night owl!!!

#girl #night #bleach #contradicting

Mar 2014 Coeur de June

Cave

Mar 2014 Coeur de June

My name is Sophia

Cave

I am a cave
for nobody dwells within me
and when someone does stay,
they leave just as quickly
im dark and depressing,
lonely and hidden
sunlight and happiness are forbidden
I wish that i could bring joy to others
without hurting myself time after another

Mar 2014 Coeur de June

Worship

Mar 2014 Coeur de June

Ryan Galloway

Worship

I lay my body on the altar
Allowing the blood to drain
From my hungering veins
And empty onto the cold floor
My life craves a strength
My flesh can not supply
It requires a force much more
If my soul is willing but my body is weak
Then I pray for the strength
To slay this body and free
The soul that is currently linked
To this fallen beast
This flesh is a slave to so many things
Chained by the fruit of that forbidden tree
Those chains
Forged and made
By the hands that would soon be wearing them
Separation, exiled
From the holy blood
That would make us whole
Yet the lamb came
To claim
Our place
On that bloodied stone
He was slain
To pay
The debt we owed
My body is on this altar
Not because of my righteousness
But because I have chosen to join
My king in his death
To empty my veins
To make way
For the strength
Of the lamb who was slain
On that beautiful day

Mar 2014 Coeur de June

The Blank Page

Mar 2014 Coeur de June

Joe Haydon

The Blank Page

The blank page lies open,
Like a freshly fallen field of snow,
Ready for me to leave my mark
In mucky prints of ink;
Dark across it's ****** slopes

I have little issue with speaking the unspoken,
But begin to falter in breaking the unbroken.
The page is inscrutable; oppressively immutable,
But it's inexcusable to deny its aspiration.

So I must bite my lip and gird my *****,
Break the unbroken and spoil the unspoiled.
But if I set off will I stumble?
What if I fall?
What if the penprints I leave across the field of my page go nowhere after all?

Well there are many fields, and many pages;
And on this long journey; many stages.
I roll in the snow and make a mess;
Start with a word and see what comes next.

So just explore where the blank page leads you.
It may not go where you expect.

Though I love it, I find writing very difficult sometimes. This poem is about that.

#inspiration #writing #courage #writers #block

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