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 Mar 2018
Pagan Paul
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I thought of you the other day,
saw your face and kindly laughed.
Remembering how we used to play,
and cried at the times now passed.

The clock ticks, and tocks.
But strangely with no sound.
There is a timely silence,
now that you are not around.
My heart aches and cries,
but strangely without a tear.
There is a brutal loneliness,
now that you are not here.

Do you ever think of me,
see my face and kindly smile?
Lose yourself in my memory,
and linger on the thought awhile?



© Pagan Paul (2016)
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There is a place I keep for me
where others cannot go
It's hidden deep within my heart
behind a soulless glow.

The skies are always cornflower blue
while all the trees in bloom
drop blossoms pink as candy floss
to chase away the gloom.

Beneath the sea of stolen cares
a darkness seethes and roars
a warning cry to he who dares
set foot upon it's shores.

There is a place I keep for me
a darkness deep and true
I keep it safe and hide it well
Beneath  it's pretty view.
 Apr 2017
Helen
When all that is left
is feeling hurt
When it's the only song
you have ever learned
when it's the only tune
you have ever heard

Can you let it go?

Someone once said to me
Let it go, let them free
but they come back,
can't you see?

Should I let them go?

When I let them go
They still follow me
I tried to free them
but can't you see?

They came back to me

and I can't let them go

Oh no,
Oh no!

I won't let them go

Oh no

I won't

Let them go, let them go

Oh no...

When I'm the only light
they have ever known
The only place
they ever called home
When I'm the one
they miss the most

**I won't let them go
I miss my Son so much...
 Feb 2016
eunsung aka Silas
our dream was lovely
now we awaken
to reality
of love
*lost
 Jan 2016
SøułSurvivør
~~<♡>~~

my
father
sleeps
a
lot
now

he
prefers
his

dreams



SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/3/2016
My dad will be 91 in February.

He's almost completely deaf
and losing touch with reality.
He is a music lover but
cannot hear it
except

when

he

sleeps

:'(
 Dec 2015
S Smoothie
It's a painful stretch to re-loving
Gargoyles in clusters clutch at my heart
Talons pierced and locked wings wrapped upon layers
Pulling each one away takes insufferable self violence
Just to clear a small space to let you through
Too many years of inequity
have placed needs burning in my heart  
you struggle to relinquish your control,
Your gift of consideration is noted.
Your changes have exceeded my expectations
Though we are nowhere near even.
Still, I play it peachy,
Your tenderness, your keeness to please me
Is unnerving,
too little,  too late
Your heart whispers squeal like whistles in the hunt
Unsettling the watchdog beasts
Growling and snarling
Clawing tighter at the leather pith of a stone heart
Your own needs are barking
Your expectations are going to be laid,
I'm letting blood Before your debt is even paid
It's going to be different this time...
Claws tighten, wings gripping tighter
Artehoke heart,
just another set up
I keep anticipating the fall.
I go on pretending in the hope It will become real
Your darkness permeates
your dark love kills
Still, there's something about you
I can't live without.
Folder the kind of pain love rubs in your face
 Dec 2015
Poetic T
She stood at the gravestone a shard petal
Fell cutting upon the air. It littered the floor
With tears of wine, falling and spilled on the
Found staining the memory below. She gripped
Upon its stem in a hardened stance of tears.

Her cowl draped over her soft hair in the
Scattered winds it flowed and from her
Grief did vengeance flourish. shadows
Granted form trod upon the ground.
Beauty in darkness bled upon the land.

Hooves trebled on odours that were seeping
Scent bleeding a trail on the land below.
There onyx alicorn cut into the wind tasting
The vengeance that would bleed upon there
Moment of satisfaction as shadow feed cold.

Hooves were separated, as the hunted greeted
Foe, shadows were separated and in to mist
They seeped back to the cloak. Fibres torn
From the impact and bled darkness on all
It graced upon. She felt each of there pains.

One still galloped on, ever seething in connected
Grief of its fallen parts now concentrated in its
Raging torrent of remorse. Each that had fallen its
Location bleed into the sky showing each the
Position of vengeances handle well grasped.

Rapid breath did concentrate on a veil of
Misted wisps as in site that which felled the
Love of one in shadows trawl. Now as blade
Swung for a third strike hardened by fallen
Before it glided on concentrated form.

Majestic beauty seethed in onyx fought for
What was owed in blood. It  needed to be fed
Upon its quivering movement, not sullen as
Before, for each learned from the fallen before
Swifter and fluid motion formed and flowed forth.

Her main was cleaved into oblivion as wisps
Drifted off. Hooves took on to flesh and connected
In true form. blood urged to be released as lips
Gestured forth and expelled raindrops of pain
On self and the watching earth silent below.

It clipped with its etched alicorn flesh tight
And willing to be cut upon, as tears of life
Draped ever faster she was called to this
Calling to venture into the known finishing.
In elegance she edged slowly forth unto him.

I was in a beat of another draped in essence of
Loves grip. You stole the heart that held mine
And it fell shattered into dust. I claim the right
Of loves vengeance on that which was taken
Now entombed  in eternal stones grasp.

As the last steed faded into recollection and
Joined her cowl now whole. Its horn now
A knife of blood rose thorns ready to drink.
He went to venture words but her finger
Silenced anything seeping forth.

"Love was my light and you extinguished it,

"Now darkness collects it dues on that death,

She plummeted it into his chest and it drank, as
A husk knelt before her then dust graced the
Gentle wind and she stood alone once again.

"My love as yours was stilled,

"Now they do not breath breathe,

And she hilted her dagger and once again
Stood over the stone that held silent thoughts,
And a heart that still beat but not of life anymore.
inspired by this piece
http://ap-pics2.gotpoem.com/ap-pics/contest/2659/348.jpg?unicorns.jpg
 Dec 2015
SøułSurvivør
tribute to my grandmother

it was placed upon the shelf
unkempt from long neglect
in the company of other books
in need of our respect

it's binding cracked and lifeless
it's pages yellowed leaves
I finally read her memoirs
I finally knew her grief

my grandmother was lovely
beautiful. sublime
her writing style spellbinding
a woman out of time

she gathered many clippings
cut out many texts
from a bygone era
each better than the next!

I finally reached a memoir
written by her hand
she was a bitter woman
but now I understand

she was a great musician
but her parents wouldn't pay
to get her further training
nor help in any way

they wanted her to marry
but strongly disapproved
of the man that grandma wanted
and they would not be moved

he was striking! handsome!
his parents very rich
but he had a little problem
his fingers had the "itch"

back then they were called "kleptos"
and it was a shame
to ever be involved with them
much less take up their name!

so this lovely lady
married late in years
no longer a debutant
a by-word to her peers

she wed "beneath her station"
bitter and very sad
she didn't love my grandfather
her true bow was a cad

she died in quiet misery
unlauded and unsung
her memoirs mouldering away
as though she wasn't born

I hope now she's happy
that she's finally free
she is now immortal

she lives on in *me*



SoulSurvivor
written 10/25/2013
rewritten 12/8/2015
Grandma's memoirs were actually lost
but I used to take care of her
I know her whole, very sad, story.

~~~<♡>~~~
Merry revellers
cast one glance on me
before your mind wavers
throw me one penny

My eyes are deep in socket
but ears are sharply keen
catch jingles in your pocket
silver's pompous din

Pray not be too aloof
need a lil of your pity
a penny can't buy a roof
can buy a crumb for belly

It wouldn't hurt you much
for one less from too many
merry revellers before you rush
toss my way one penny.
 Nov 2015
Traveler
Words that lead
Down paths of bliss
Awaken the soul
To the poetic gift

Thoughts so deep
The voice defines
Merge from the ether
Line after line

As if a lingering spirit
From some past life
Never published
In the public light

I search for pen
In memory plight
Another opus
Gets lost in flight...
Traveler Tim
re to 6-17
Who can feel these drops
Who can heal this numbing pain
Can you feel how this heart stops
As tears begin to fall like rain

One drop, two drops, now three
Tear after fallen tear I will cry
Too many drops, I am too blind to see
An empty room and I wonder why

Four drops, five drops, now six
No one will see, no one will come
Broken heart that no one can fix
Too many drops for some
Copyright © Chris Smith 2008
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