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Shevola Sep 2013
Sketching faces with chalky ink
On a page empty blank
Into lines, into lies
I have again sank

Tracing features with weary eyes
Learning how they flow
Into life and onto faces
And how your smiles grow

I learn to shape those upturned lips
to create a seamless smile
Forgetting false falsetto all around
This now away I while

I want to sketch you into moments
Into movement and time
I want my pen to introduce you
Into my world, make you mine.

ALAS
My pen does not possess this power
And your eyes are distant real
3D is painfully not art,
In that form,
I so want
I can't
make
you
feel.
Shevola Sep 2013
Emerged from the forest of before,
lying out here on nature's open floor.

Hushed silence descends on the crowd,
astronomic anticipation deafeningly loud.

And an audience of many a twinkling light,
an audience of burning green eyes keep us in sight.

The spotlight is trained on a boy perched on a red box,
He ignores the creaking seats and the rude whispered talk.

The silence is blessed,
as Jupiter smiles down from above,
As the grass tickles our cheeks,
Necks arched
We need to behold it.

Clasped in embrace, lips coiled in fear,
Something is stirring, monsters of society rear
Ugly heads to turn away,
Their anger, their fright, their life...
is on display

A star gazing ******, new to this universe,
new to the way the galaxies converse.
New to the language of this astrology,
I now write previous lives eulogy.

Even though this masquerade leaves us dissuaded,
its lines ensnare us, to overlook mumbled words
and taut stagnant blank faces.
This dancing boy cries out in many voices,
now he's loud enough to be heard.

And then we see it and it's in the sky,
I don't want forever and I don't want why,
I just want to hold stardust in my hand,
To recall, remember, rewind.
As  I will never understand.

In front of our eyes, they speak the final words
linked together by their unity.
One does not surpass the other,
and in their eyes we find serenity.

Who cares what you are
Under a star
Who cares how you feel
Because nothing is real
There's always more than you or me,
the world is bigger than what we see.
It's not just our stretch above,
there's more to accept and more to love,
And two hands on either side,
lead me to open my heart. Open it wide.
To swallow the stars and swallow the sky,
Swallow this terrible tragic lie
Whole.

Looking into portals to Heaven or looking into
the realms of the mind,
Whether someones is listening,
up there- I solemnly believe to find-
That someone is "vested in your success".

SO OUR LOVE ALWAYS
The description of our (myself and fellow Hello Poetry poet Aisling O'Leary) night. It consisted of theatre and star gazing.
Shevola Sep 2013
A dream wrapped in a silver cocoon
Sunbeams coax it out of its gloom
It trembles in the light of day
It spreads its wings and flies away
You pursue it with a feverish passion
Your heart, your soul full of wanting
There's nothing better and nothing worse
Nothing in your head but verse
About this dream, this little monster
That makes voices in your head grow stronger
That tells you life now isn't real
That to be you, you must feel
This dream fluttering in your hand
This dream will love you and understand
It will break dawn on endless infinite night
Open closed eyes, grant Earth light
You leap, you reach, it's in your palm
The world stops still. A wave of calm.
Your vision is blurred, it glitters
Cruel taunts dissolve to girlish titters
But the silver colour crumples to fade
And a cloud over the sky gives shade
And butterflies wings weren't made to touch
Still you hold on to what you loved so much
What was once a dream, a hope, a beauty
In your grasp dims to reality
Under your helpless eye
This butterfly in your hands must die.
Shevola Sep 2013
'I'm a good girl.' Long lashes flutter
'I... Haven't got a present yet.'
Tripping over words, you stutter.
As you worm your way into the gifter's mind
Poking with pens until you find
An atom of suspended belief
To which you cling with raptured relief
Thus pouncing upon helpless prey
Pleading. Can I, Please, Can I, May
I have this. It's all I want.
This  list, it stretches heat strings taunt
Because the Christmas gift you supposedly 'need'
Is me,  from a pit of passion to be freed
And then you deliver the parting blow
'Lots of Love,' You sign off...
And go.

On Christmas Morning I deliver
Myself
By Boxing Day
I'm back on the shelf

You possessed me,  you didn't care
Too busy writing the list for next year.
Shevola Oct 2013
Floating around a magic land
Our world, idealised and fantastical
Unrealistic reality
Of which we are fanatical

ly- Craving the glow that warms our greeds
That electronic heart
pulse
That life that can be sliced apart
Rearranged and made
false

The smiles overshadowing empty eyes
The hands on the hips make slim
The figure of this silhouette
And the figure that lurks within

Pixels of a
true
smile

evaporated from this world

Verify?
Verifying...
Delete.
Shevola Oct 2013
And so my cheeks
reddened
And the sky fell
into darkness

And so the leaf
reddened
And softly swayed
into the ground

And so you fell
from my life
Leaves
leaving branches

And so I was left bare
Cold
No covering
Alone

And so you fell to my feet
Leaving
But not entirely.

You took your leaves
For me
To nourish me
To feed my roots

One day I will have grown strong
I will grow new leaves
I will understand.
Shevola Sep 2013
I think of this world all day                                      
When I open my mouth, I've nothing to say          
Nothing to take this word away                                
It's clinging, it's hanging, it's here to stay.
(fat)
I think of this word at night
Is it why you can not hold me so tight
It promised and pleaded to make things right
So why do I lie rigid in fright?
(fat)
I think of this word inbetween
Insane as though it may seem
It haunts my each and every dream
Pulls life apart at the seam
(fat)
I think of this word when I'm with you
I say I'm fine
(it isn't true)
I need you
to STAY
to guide me through
I'm sorry
But really,
I do.
Shevola Sep 2013
We lay together.
So you were a liar.
Shevola Sep 2013
I smooth a frown line on this skin
constant suggestion of a sin
Lightening hearts and caressing fingers
stubbornly still it lingers
Reminding me of the piercing rays
of his smile and that haze
of rain that fell in her eyes
And your feelings that you shroud in disguise
as nothing.
They're under an invisability cloak
And her face is hidden in a heavy smoke
And I had searing sun and enviable tan
But sweet summer fades and leaves me no man
or beast or beauty or being at all
It's just me. And this mirror gazing on the wall...

I need to heal, where should I begin?

...with the damage I did to my skin

— The End —