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LP Warvel Jul 2017
i
often
find that i
am sought  out when
souls feel  lost  and lone
damaged   wounded   adrift
i heal and,     job done,     am left
found    wanting at    the end
comfort   in   crisis
but  chaos
in  a
calm
LP Warvel Jun 2017
on nights like this, hell, most nights
the cost is far too unbearable, it breaks the bank
breaks the soul too
the thought of waking again,
starting anew, rings absurd and distant like a land
too far and fair to be true
night wraps gently around me
both negligee and noose, swaddling, suffocating
what life is left
how long? how long will I wait?
bespoke bereft, i know. i did it all to myself.
pain into pride slowly crept
sure, my eyes will close and i
will drift down into the blaze-blue blackness of my mind
whereupon lurks
some peace. a lulling void left
alone, mine, free of each trial and terror laid as
a trap, intended to bind.
no ball or chain. an anklet
will do. reminds me of the ever-presence of you.
yet you’re not here.
daylight begins to break through
night disappears, void dispersing. with each, my concerns
too. out I go, fearless now
So suave So stoic So strong
Confident in the natural order and My place
til i feel it
again, ethereal
but there and so **** heavy
an anklet. yours.
i can’t pay for it anymore.
LP Warvel Jun 2017
as a child, i lived in constant fear of pain
hiding in dark corners
my teeth gritting, grinding
each creak of a floorboard heralding the next strike
the whining trumpet of
my oppressors' approach
thrown down stairs
locked in rooms
beaten blue
hands under
clothes, dancing over wounds
my only peace the slow rumination after.
this was my Hell on earth.
so then why
do I
only feel alive
when you hurt me?
LP Warvel Jun 2017
see, the problem with trying to tell you
that your problems aren't trying or that new
is that you disagree
and refuse just to see
each is a blossom yourself grew
(first time playing with the style)
LP Warvel Jun 2017
i thought there was a
reason that i met you, love,
late nights, struggles, but now i think the
reason that i met you, love,
was to meet myself
LP Warvel Jun 2017
i wonder what's wrong
with me, that you run so far
to avoid my voice.
perhaps i'm wrong in
my assumption; you flee a
voice too right for now.
LP Warvel Jun 2017
in the light of day
your appeal is lost but the
evenings give it back.
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