(Mansuetude: mildness, gentleness)

Moon and Sun

are reflections

of the quiet

calm inducing

light

that breathes

in the lungs of

his eyes

immeasurable

beauty

Like staring

into dragon fire

I lose myself

inside

everytime

they meet mine

our souls

a ball of twine

©achosenword

rose petals falling
all around me lies the love
we once called home

Broken
her heart folds into tether
bound by lowly winds
of loneliness
succumb
to dreamless sleep

the emptiness
of unrequited love

In loneliness
the walls speak
in foreign tongues
echo loudly
of places she no longer
calls home

uneasy dreams
places absent love

Her eyes
drawn near to light
touch palms with the sky
cherish hope in the stars
that bleed above
night visions of love

a world where one
feels less abandoned

Content
she embraces the ******
of the storm
listens as the rain falls
tenderly and tirelessly
dissolving all that's wrong

drowning out the melancholy
*silence of alone

her cotton mouth heart
parched and dry as the desert
thirsting to be loved

cloudbursts of beauty
you nourish me with your love
blooming daffodils

Emotions: I love them because it means I feel, and I hate them beacuse it means I feel.

arrow in your heart
from a lover that's long gone
bittersweet memories
drunk on your favorite wine
waking to a hangover

I am origami
touch my heart
and I will unfold
for you
Peel back
all the layers
and you will see
my soul
how deep an ocean
I am
how far Ive swam
to lose myself
to find myself
to breathe again

the light grows
ever closer in the distance
where once
there was an end
i see the hope of new beginnings

The light is dim.
The wings of a crow
beat the clouds thin
into wisps of fog.
In the residue of silence
I try to think of ways
to make you see me,
only to realize
how naive i am.
There is no forcing sight.
The eyes either see
or they don't.
One in love
and the other not;
the blind cant lead the blind.
One must let go.
I must let go.

I am stuck between
a rock and a hard place again
and the pain is excruciating.

Today
in the battle of the mind
depression is winning.

Perhaps tomorrow
I will find the strength
to even the score.

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hard
for his soft eyes

morning fog

some days it feels like I am

barely existing

above the waves of silence

the small still voice of black birds

©achosenword

I have these days
when the light seems far away;
the sun dissolving into a spec of dust.

The silence screams
with such immense intensity
I fear I've gone deaf.

But though the light is far
I still see it, feel it even;
the essence of hope, a thin crease spreading through me.

And I live.
I live!

First the sky
lets loose a cloud,
suddenly I'm drowning
in the emptiness of shadows,
the silence of alone.
Vacant now
but revisited often,
the space within
once occupied by you.
The love we shared,
a beautiful mess
of memories
I can't forget.
A grievance of time,
I waste days and nights on you,
pen of black ink running,
writing poety
to express how much
you meant to me.
Truly
words fall short,
a fraction of these feelings
of love,
fragments of heart
devoid of you
yet hopelessly devoted to you.
It is an odd thing
to fall in love with Winter,
the realization
moments are now memories,
a beautiful tragedy.
In the end
what was once freshly beginning
is now rotten and stale.
I stink of regret,
an ache with a desperate wish
I could forget you.
As the night drags on,
the hole within me deepens,
a hollowing sound,
the echo of the moonlight
disappearing into the sea.
Chill wraps around me
an avalanche of snow,
like all flowers destined to decay
without light,
I sink into cold shoulders
of midnight blues.
Missing you.
Is there no fate worse
than death,
except in the suffering
of the living left
grieving the loss of what was
or what will never be?
Perhaps
someday
the sun will see it fit
to shine again,
revive the dead,
wither the pain
within me;
place my heart
on the pedastal
of love's elusive bloom.

gray waves roll to rest
I think on that which is kind
the golden sunrise
life will deal me its lemons
I'll keep making lemonade

the world is quiet
but for the whisper of rain
the bray of my heart

melancholy eyes
i am drawn to their soft cry
my own reflection
existing inside of you
a pain that i recognize

there are storms raging
in the quiet of my eyes
wind is gathering
the pause before the rain falls
a solemn prayer to find peace

fortress of solitude
an exchanging of chaos
for peace of mind

silver horizon
i will reach the pentacle
of the mountain
hold the moon in my hands
accomplish all of my dreams

The sunrays
are coming out to play,
but I am stuck here
in this deserted place,
where the clouds never slumber,
it only rains,
keeping the light at bay.

I am a flower
in decay.
The concrete keeps
the sun away.
I have no nourishment
left to bloom.
A prisoner in every room,
every wall painted
the shade of gloom;
empty
with need to be filled
of hope.
But...
I am not void of will,
a seedling,
I will one day outgrow
this shield
and you will see me fly
into the glorious light.
So it is
with sullen bones,
a body depressed
and yearning
to be lifted,
I will press my palms
to the ground,
push myself up
to rise;
a butterfly
out of her dark cocoon.
I will free the light,
exhale my plights;
because I...
am stronger than that
which seeks to break me.
I am stronger
and I will conquer all
that seeks to defeat me,
paint every wall red,
the color of life;
survival.

The sun rays
are coming out to play;
me too.

Hide no part of you
Bare your scars to me
I will not judge you
For I have them too

My love will only grow
in light of all you show

How this sadness hangs
a weeping willow tree
in the silence
a heavy burden lingers
waiting to be lifted

dark skies
moonlight embedded in my skin
pulls close
my paper thin heart
whispering softly

"let the light in
don't lose hope
in your dreams"

As the stars weep light
I catch their tears in my eyes
hope for the weary

And in the space
between the mountain of trees
beyond hopeless reality
upon the softest clouds
I lay to rest the dreams I dare to reach

Share with me

the wear and tear

of a human heart


Lovers

bearing scars


bare to me all

the unpretty things

that make you

beautiful

©achosenword

We shine
of fires unseen
the soul of the moon
burns within
reflecting hope
bright enough
to eclipse all darkness

It is a hard road
to wisdom
experience
is a brutal teacher
but we live
and we learn
emerge stronger
than we ever thought
we could be

it is so cold here

in the shade of your shadow

just a memory

the leaves have long fallen now

I wish I could forget you

©achosenword

Russian roulette
one black gun
& a silver bullet
shooting star within the darkness
I bled a wish for love
(for you)

dulcet whispers
breaths of tiny lights
the flicker of hope
a candle encased
in the softest shell

breaks

the rain falling gently
too fragile to touch
fine china
collecting dust

my heart remains hidden
within a cabinet of dreams
awaits my prince
to be awakened
by tender kiss of love

Everything
fades to black
the loneliness
a cruel darkness
and I yearn for light
the candle of your eyes
warmth of your soul

a want
that grew into a need
to be something more
than a seed
or the root

but the center piece
the core
the rose
that blossoms in between
the depths of your soul

a written palm
within your heart
the love that makes you whole

I am reaching
a raven's call
within the darkness
through fog's folly
(smoke and mirrors)
of blurred clarity

to penetrate
the surface details
of your skin

I want to touch
the inner parts of you
to know the love
that lies within

to hold on
to the hand of your heart
and never let go
to submerge
in the deepest part of your river
and drown
in that soft thing
that reaches beyond flesh
beyond bone
an entering into the soul
to rest within the heart
that soft thing called love...

Your hands
a flawless perfection
always reaching
in that tender way
to hold and keep safe
my fragile heart

You are
the poem unwritten
my eternal dream
a wordless poetry of
infinite love

and even
with only half a heart
I know no other way
but to love you
utterly and completely

So take my hand
we have nothing left to lose
except the pain
for love waits
to fill the empty space
the cracks (our broken hearts)
mold us into something beautiful
makes us whole

Like Winter's sky
draws close in breath
the warmth of sunrise

I will draw you near
shelter you in my heart
from all that is cruel

In this God forsaken world
where unholy hands seek
to grasp your rain

I will not let them
break the fragile beauty
of your soul

paradise
just beyond the eyes
where pain lies
captive beneath the veil
of heaven's spell

sleep well
where sorrows drown
in seas of light
the tears abandoned
in our saviors arms

slumber unharmed
a cloud latched on
the supple breast
of shinning stars
rest in peace my love

and know
you will always have a place
here in our hearts
and in our memories
until we meet again

Aunt Mae, you are deeply missed!
Love your neice,

Cage
melts gold
into rust,
the soul decaying
under iron,

we must learn to let go
the weight of sorrow,
for like birds
its beauty thrives
on being free.

Worry not
of broken halos,
blow it to hell,
fallen angel,
forgive yourself;

lift your wings,
for all burdens
of our faults
are made light
in the arms of love.

Disconsolate
as weeping leaves
falling aimlessly
into a black sea
where light is a dry fountain
and only darkness blooms

a lonely rose
     as memories hang like
        spiderwebs in cornered
           walls
             where loneliness crawls
              recklessly
                aband­oned by love

all I know of life
is forgotten without your touch
only emptiness remains
cold flesh and hollow bones
a heart that beats no more

As night falls
I find myself covetous
of starry skies
whose eyes adorn you
eyes I wish were mine

Envious
of the shadows
curled within your light
all the dream
that lull your mind to sleep

Jealous of solitude
the silent hours that dance
admist the music of your heart
the darkness that penetrates your flesh
drowning in your every breath

breathing in your soul
all the languid arms that hold you
in peaceful slumber

And as the rain falls
I drown in thoughts of you
my heart enshrined in love's memory
curses this darkness
this need to be near you

with a thud and clink

of a locking door

my heart did sink

right down to the floor

like a half moon does

into the grey forest smoke

the lonely and lost

I am forgotten by you

the one I remember most

my house of heart

you once called home

now just a rented space

searching for a tenant

to love
©achosenword

Pale.
The day you left
my heart became deathly ill.

Waning moon.
All light retreated with you.

Shadows.*
Im a fraction of self;
incomplete.

Clear
as a silver moon
in pitch black
at midnight,
I saw you,
felt you,
knew you,
as a moonlit stream
rippling
with love;
consuming me.

In your touch
I felt the break
of dark matter
into light,
jagged rock
become smooth,
languid;
a sea
drowning
a broken heart.

You sink me
beneath
silver bells,
dream's spell.
Love me out of
my empty shell,
fill my well
with rain;
a tenderness,
the echo of peace.

You sink me deeper
into the calm
of your palms,
let me lose myself
in the pulsing
beneath your flesh;
the soft womb
of your heart
full of love.

In there
I can breathe.
Like the calm.
The quiet
timber of light,
outgrowing the shadows
of my despair.
I like feeling
of your hands in my hair
finding myself
finally at peace
with the world

Inside the marrow
of Winter's bone
breathes a sparrow
goodbye is not goodbye
a broken record
the **** of memory
moments paused
eventually play on
all is not lost
but found in the echo
the neverending
sound mind

It appears
I am the Autumn leaf
bereft of color
left at the foot
of your tree
forgotten by all
parts of you
except memory
I've lost all but me

insatiable desire
for more than just
bits and pieces,
i want all of you,
to savor your tenderest parts,
to devour your heart
and soul;
satisfaction.

a crack in the sky

I lean the eye into
the puncture of light

for closure
of heartbreak's wound
supernatural healing

moonbeams floating

in the deep dark of my despair

there's someone who cares

a tree in winter
the absence of something
i once held onto

Moonlight
crawling out of
the sea,

we are
no longer
inseperable.

One
now two
torn,

forlorn
yet half my heart
yearns for you.

The other part rebels.

There is
no unfeeling
your touch,

no way
to unhear
your voice.

You are an echo,
unforgettable,
part of me.

Your parting gift
was an exit wound,
a way back in

through the time machine,
reflected moments,
good memories.

In a way
I guess you'll always be
a stubborn itch beneath my skin.

A whisper lost to ear
that travels often to heart
persuading me to love you,

or keep fighting like hell to let you go.

Decision's tree,
to be falling branches
or growing roots;

thrive or decay.

To hold on
or to let go of you,
both seem impossible

to choose and to do.

I love so hard
yet so soft
a rising crescendo
a subtle speed of sound
like raindrops
falling to the ground
I love you
with intent to consume
every inch of you

grey on top of grey
everything black and white
some days it feels like
i've woken up on the
wrong side of the sky

whirring wind and rain
the sound of a heart beating
melancholy chords
inescapable longing
to find to whom it belongs

Fugitives of time,
not defined or limited
by our past mistakes,
we broaden our horizons,
soar on wings of forgiveness.
Let"s escape the path
of fear and resistance,
meet in the middle,
life of fugitve ending
in the embrace of the heart.

Cold blade
of rain
cuts trees
down to
white meat
Bone chilled
branches
break off
into wisps
of lonely
twigs
discarded
homeless

Solitary dancer
break free from
your music box
the screaming silence
of a broken heart
Let me be
your audience of one
My heart
your lullaby
Stay in my arms
And I will always love you
You'll never be alone

To the naked eye
untrained to see,
restrained from light,
the beauty of the mind
that mines these words I write,
it would seem it is so,
these wings expanding thought
are merely fiverlous poems.

But if you exchange the eye
for the ear,
the object will appear more sincere,
a purer reflection,
clearer perspective
of the silent solitude,
an introspective perfectionist
commands into clammour.

The manipulation of words
into submission,
feline instruments
that stretch out and purr for attention,
the recognition of a million yells, slumpped down into whispers;
the trappings of self,
surfaced above the outer shell, unwrapping the gift of the internal, exposing the breaths taken
before life reaches untimely end.

You do not need to see
to read me,
but touch the braile,
feel the lining,
the thread of skin.
Press the lips of ear to me
and you will hear my true nature,
the symphonies of my heart
an expression of my acoustic soul;
the sound of me beating
to my own drum.