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Dear darling I'm sorry
I wasn't all you hoped I'd be
I couldn't hold you close enough
it seems
my heart has grown cold and died waiting
to be worthy of your grace
your beauty
I feel empty as I leave your bedside
for a lonely unmarked path
I knew when I first stepped into your embrace
that I was no more than ashes
left from a previous burning passion
but I had hoped you were the fire
that could revive me
I threw my muse out a window so selfishly
I couldn't hold her any longer
I thought my heart would break
she did not fall towards earth
no not my star
she flew up
and returned to her home in the sky
my muse now warms my days from afar
though she is no longer mine
I should've known that no one person
can hold onto the sun
O how far you have fallen my dear angel
O how far
stripped of your wings and grace
rubbed raw by your sinful nature
the god you held so close long ago left you
the moral pedestal you once held yourself upon
was no more
than an illusion created
by your self crafted halo
you were never an angel
just a demon in disguise
 Jun 2014 furies
Solaces
The Lancer:  Life Lancer...
The final sweep through this once dead planet is done..  
This is my favorite part about this job..
I land in a desert lifeless, golden sand mixed with black..
This wasteland will come to life..
I look to the sky and see life reborn..
It starts with a magnificient spirial of colors as the atmoshere begins to awake..
I stand in the sand and watch this world come to life..
The first storm is on the horizon..
Deep blues among deep blues I swear the sky is the ocean..
All colors of lightning begin to arc the dead away..
The entire planet is quickly engulfed in the Ultra storm..
I can feel the planet smile again..
LIFE has become the apocalypse for the apocalypse..
Its time to leave..
L  A  N  C  E  R
 Jun 2014 furies
Hayleigh
Mesmerized
I look into your eyes
A cold wind
as we begin
our journey
t'ward
Eternity
My hand waiting for yours
The stars, they soar.
We float above houses, fields,
We stand on mountains,
We drink from fountains.

My eyes open,
The token of your love
In my left hand, a ring,
The future it promised to bring
Once more,
I am alone
I no longer own
This moment
The leaves they dance
As our romance
Leaves behind morsels
A shell remains
Engulfed in flames of self blame
I take the plunge.
And I walk,
I move my feet,
I eat,
our memories and plans
Your final goodbye
Your wants, demands.
The marching band drums
Beat in time with my tortured soul,
We were supposed to grow old.
I pick up the fork,
Force down that which remains.
I devour guilt,
Upon the foundations we built
Of strength.
Worlds at a time,
I combine,
Mine and yours,
Unopened doors.
The house we never furnished,
The walk we never took
The book that was never written,.
Our story, unfinished,
Your life diminished.

I sit, take a sip, of my tea,
It doesn't taste the same
The razors don't take away the pain
Of hearing your name.
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