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Ivy Archer Mar 2018
Eyes…well of life
You portrait the sorrows of the heart
and the joys of the eternal star
and never ever lie.
Ivy Archer Oct 2017
I am absorbed in your eyes
feeling absolved from past sins.
The fire that arises from your skin
sets absurdity ablaze.
Now I dash into your arms
crashing ancient fears.
Your kisses, fresh drops of rain ,
wash away the dust of disdain.
Your breath, wind of hope ,
soft, sweet, slightly pink,
wraps my wounded soul
like a gauze
woven by your voice.
Ivy Archer Sep 2016
I sail on a river of chimeras
Where a moon kiss embraces
My lacerated shadow.
Imbued with rage,
Drowned in sadness,
I attempted to tear the night apart
To steal a star
That could keep me company.
Yet, this tyrant existence held me captive
In the solitude of a fog
Tinted indigo and orchid.
Ivy Archer Sep 2016
Another day,
Another tear .
He did not notice ,
He never notices anything .
Sadness deepens ;
Wounds never heal .
Another unkind word ,
Disappointment increases.
Neither Inspirational phrases,
Nor Prayers are longer enough .
Ivy Archer Jun 2016
I am tired….
So desperately tired…
It feels like screaming in silence
Chained , enslaved…
Hoping for a spell that would set me free.
I am tired…
Desperately tired…
Dragging disappointment
As shackles… disheartening the soul.
Exhausted…
Trapped in maze build by distress…
Bruised by vicious phrases uttered by the ego
of those who can barely see a worthy heart.
I am tired …
Desperately tired…
Wearing an Arlecchino mask …
Not only to hide the marks
But to shield myself from future harm.
I am tired …
Desperately tired…
Watching the same scenes in my head…
Over and over again…
Thinking´ What did I do? What did I do?´
The words ´NOTHING! NOTHING!´ bang in my head.
So I turn to the good book …
And Know I can´t let go ,
I cannot turn the other cheek anymore.
I know I am wrong …
But I am so tired….
So desperately tired….

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