My inspiration. - Hello Poetry

Apr 2016

Aeerdna

If I'd love you more and more and more,
until my heart will become a dry fountain,
it will still not be enough for you
it will never be enough for me
for I will never see the happiness
you used to feel around me.

Our hands still not apart,
but your heart is as absent
as snow in desert.
You're writing new paragraphs between your lines,
but you've never taught me the language
your feelings speak now.

With every touch you're growing colder
the air between us is poison
you're cutting deep in my skin
with your once sweet lips.

I'm sorry darling,
but you see,
this chasm is getting too wide for me
in the darkness of this abyss I don't want to be.

I'll pack all my love in an old luggage case
new journeys awaiting, new roads ahead.

I'm sorry, sweetheart,
I hope you understand,
only by turning pages I'll ever find
paragraphs written in the language of my heart.

Apr 2016

Aeerdna

your song is not for me

You are at the end of my fingertips
yet your heart so far away,
I  can't ask you to keep me warm
on nights when icicles stab my soul.

Dreaming daily
though I know
the song you sing
is  not for my ears to hear,
the stars you love
are not for my eyes to see.

The wind whispers your name
through the pores of my skin,
loneliness and pain getting greater everyday.
The sky is falling over me again
and you can't see my despair.
Weak, collapsing,
looking  for your strings to ease the fall
and at the end of my fingertips
there's just a cold, quiet picture
haunting me whole.

I look for you and I know
that it is not in heavens
nor in hell
where I want to find you
but
on this Earth
walking
next to me.
In vain I look
my heart will once more die in silence
cause the sky is falling over me again
but you are not here
and it's not for me the song you sing.

https ://soundcloud.com/aeerdnaloony/your-song-is-not-for-me

https://youtu.be/jfNOdsvMke4

Apr 2016

Leia R

Cut

Be careful about what you speak;

Watch it note for note.

Because sometimes, dear,

Unintentionally

A sharp tongue will cut its own throat

#depression #rhyme #recovery #relapse

Apr 2016

Leia R

Patience

Waiting for you is divine intervention.

Like waiting for the world to turn.
Like waiting for a comet to return.
Like waiting for a star to be born.
Like waiting for the planets to align.

But I know that, eventually, you'll be here.
And that's what keeps waiting.

#space #patience #waiting #freeverse #astronomy

Apr 2016

Aeerdna

there lies my heart in cold again

There lies my heart in cold again
waiting in the darkest pain
it prays and prays by the skies to be heard
but skies they reach with nothing but a bolt.

The pavement's wet, my heart is bleeding
in tears I see it breathless leaving
the wings I built they hurt too deep
cause wings of lead can't fly but dig—

There lies my heart in cold again
and I in sorrow am once more falling,
my empty chest, my tears, my pain
in darkness I am hopelessly crawling.

https://youtu.be/tk0BOK0EDFE

"The story is old - I know
But it goes on"

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#depression #heart #pain #hurt

Apr 2016

CA Guilfoyle

Sometimes

When I write these things
my thoughts fly with birds
sometimes grey in storms
sometimes winged in skies
so feathery

When I sing this song
my heart goes in beats, bittersweet
sometimes heavy held, my sorrow spilled
sometimes warmed, red flushed
and fluttery

When I paint this canvas
my brush moves in labyrinthine moods
sometimes shades, darkest blue cerulean
sometimes flowers white, soft as clouds
upon the page, floating heavenly

Apr 2016

Aeerdna

Poetry is dead

Poetry is dead
when you are not here
to write it in my heart
when your voice is too far away
to read it.

Poetry is dead
when your allure is feeding
strangers' souls on the streets
while I am here alone,
my soul starving.

Poetry is dead in all my being
I feel its ghost leaving my brains
I feel the emptiness inside
and I fear the days
when it will come haunt me
and I won't find a way
to write it.

Sleeping at night it's impossible
cause I hear a question screaming in my chest

When poetry is dead
is there anything out there
left
*alive?

https://youtu.be/Cw5beceIDWk

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#love #poetry #dead #you #me #longing #missing

Apr 2016

Aeerdna

I hope you'll write me letters

I hope you'll write me letters
from the land
where poetry always dances in front of your eyes
and music never dies.

You left without any notice
no word goodbye
you flew in a second
when I thought you were feeling alive.

You left me with the memories
of some drunk nights
when we were stupid and young
and didn't know
that life is just a dream
of the everlasting death.

Now I am sitting next to your forever bed
feeling the cold ground
and dreaming
about one more day
some last words
a kiss on the forehead
your bright eyes
shining upon mine.

and I wish
you could hear me as I whisper amongst tears

"I hope you'll write me letters..."

'cause you were the one I could find myself in whenever I'd feel lost.

#pain #death #loss #friend #longing