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  Mar 2015 Sarcyn
Elizabeth L
You use a pseudonym perhaps better suited than your given name.

the click of heels on pavement

Spread throughout the world of fantasy with no hint as to the true origins, branching out without tangible roots, enveloping and magic.

puffs of breath floating in the old stale air

My man of the red earth, you are my ground, let me place these roots to steady you.

eyes staring out from the darkness

You see the beauty in the world and maximize it, cultivating brightness and emotion, let me show you the same within yourself.

the chase-stumbling-caught-impact

Our hearts need not bleed if we stitch them together.

squeezing, short of breath

Charge my spirit and I'll help yours to fly, yearn for me, and I will find a way to you.

impact, pain, staggered breathing

Forget the world and all of it's concerns, forget the word "if."

the flick of a knife

In our world, darling, fear is the drug, not the bane.

threatening release from mortal bonds while the earthly body is bound tightly

I'd carve all your names into myself, keep them at least scrawled on my skin forever, knowing that I belonged, if only you would know you were worthy of it.

teasing out the cries that were stifled in the night, the tears too scared to be shed

We all have demons, but some of us know how to embrace and dance with them.

the demon knods, a greeting, an invitation, a knowing smirk of all the darkness within

Power is a gift that must be deserved, as is love, and security allows for challenge.

chains weighing down the limbs, holding the body secure, calming the panic or encouraging it in order to give better future relief

Without darkness, there can be no light, extremity allows for contrast, emphasis, and pleasure as you well know my love.

taking mind, body, soul

Let's find just how bright this darkness allows the world to look.
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Sarcyn Mar 2015
Can I just be happy?
Or will you all worry?
I want to change the world…
But can I even change myself?

Every word I say I have to think.
Sometimes it's enouigh to turn me to drink.
I get so lonely, yet I have friends,
They're not enough, I want Elton's love.

Whenever I stay up; alarm bells ring.
To sleep calm maybe I should sing…
Relaxing, ironically can't be forced.
So how do you cope? Please let on.

Great minds out there pass on.
And we are left to mock the dead.
Thoughts chase themselves around my head
When I want to shoo the demons out.
I'm pretty sure this was written during a rather tough time in my life... one of a few periods that were marked by the odd dichotomy of me being rather troubled and also exceptionally poetically productive. Interesting times indeed.
Sarcyn Mar 2015
The cool breeze whispers your name
It draws your spirit to mine though the miles are many
As with all the steps in our relationship, nature takes over
Gazing at the hills I picture your incredible face, and my heart is still even as my ***** burn.

All other sounds are forgotten as I focus on you, bringing
Your image and spirit to the forefront of my mind.
I long for your touch and my chest contracts while
I consider our first meeting.

So much I want to say,
So much I yearn to do.
And yet in this perfect moment:
All things are forgotten.
All things but you.
Written several years ago (wow, is 2009 really 6 years now?!) about someone who was very special to me at the time but has since faded into the cruel winds of the past, and obscurity.

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