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7.0k · Apr 2015
At The Beach
Sibyl Apr 2015
Raise the cup

and put it down

said the brain

to the hand,

and let us search

for thoughts sublime

beneath

the waves and sand.

- And as the waves

crawled up the shore

and has returned to sea,

the memories of you remain,

at the beach,

for

eternity.
I was walking along the side of the road and then it struck me.

I realized that I was subconsciously thinking of someone.
4.7k · Feb 2016
Dandelions (Asphyxia)
Sibyl Feb 2016
Breathe in slow
enough to hear
his voice - ichor
dripping from beneath

his lips sewn
with incessant thoughts
of the looming
shadows that he sees

at night, with heavy

gasps
drawn deep within
his lungs, he dreams
he's awake
3.8k · Apr 2015
Reminiscing
Sibyl Apr 2015
Tear asunder

the hatred and disbelief

and you will find a sapling

crawling under your skin

digging deeper as you breathe

finding its way to your heart.

-------

Close your eyes

and feel your pulse

as it weakens every moment

finding light from deep within

as the blood

gush and wreathe

In your soul that has been rifted apart.

-------

Rest your mind

and think

of the carcasses that has once surrounded you

and how long the time has been

when you pulled the sword out of its sheathe

and the battle has yet to start.
A poem of reflection.
Sibyl Apr 2015
A teaspoon

of coffee,

a dash

of

sugar,

and a heap of

my favorite cream.

-

But even this

tastes bland

without

a glimpse of your smile,

the sound of your voice,

and

the warmth of your love.

In this,

I am satisfied enough.
Contrary to the poem, my blend of coffee varies with my mood - and right now I feel like drinking bitter hate.
2.0k · Apr 2015
Muffin
Sibyl Apr 2015
Misery has no chance of overwhelming you.

Lenient are thy limbs and causing pain you refrain to do.

Surrounded by gold, your life is all splendid and sweet.

Reminded not of the world below, full of pain and deceit.

Flaws, one cannot find in you, you are perfection

yet unseen by you still, this beauty in your conception

A face conjured from that of great goddesses –

merely known to many, a face of broken promises.

without seeking the depths, one cannot know you well

He shall adjure to tear the walls and break the spell.

And when all arises, you will be liberated from your own hell.
An Acrostic
1.7k · Apr 2015
All My Stars Aligned
Sibyl Apr 2015
I wait

for the return
of the warm summer breeze
despite feeling winter's kiss -
for all my stars aligned.

I wait

for the bloom
of the lilies
despite the barren land -
for allmy star s aligned.

I wait.



I truly wait.



for the sound
of your footsteps
despite a love long lost and forgotten.


f or al lm ys ta r sal i gne d.







fo ar il m n ts a rlsa lg  yed.















aro  l sf m yl sla rgs a ni ed
All My Stars Aligned - St. Vincent

Futile hope.


- A submission to Court's challenge.
1.6k · Apr 2015
Agony/Polarity
Sibyl Apr 2015
O my star, that shines so bright
Why are you so dim tonight?
Have your dreams gone bad?
Is the sky too high?
Have other stars fallen from the sky?
Is the sea too low
To scoop down below
The dreams of mountains you have wanted so?

O my star, I can’t refute
The gloom and dark that grasps your foot
Even more so, I cannot shake
The pain and agony that it makes
To rid of stuff that breaks your bones,
- The twisted lies, the painful moans
And all I can do is wait.
Reflecting on my sins and testing faith.

O my dear star, I am in despair
For things went out of hand, and I am aware.
The sorrow that you have been feeling out in space
Is showering down on my cold, damp face
And every tear that trickles from your eyes
- It breaks my heart and a part of me dies.
Surely, I am always trying to be strong
But the question is, for how long?
______________________________________________

O my star, I humbly ask
to pour your sadness in a flask
And throw it to the bottom of the sea.
For tomorrow when the sun sets
And when the other stars have shown
I wish
I just wish
To see that you have grown
out of your misery.
1.1k · Apr 2015
Morphine
Sibyl Apr 2015
The serpent wraps itself

tightly around my neck

yearning for the flesh

it hasn’t tasted

for a long time ago.

And as its fangs sink

deeper into my skin,

the pain fades away

and I would feel

nothing

but the venom

rushing through my veins

searching for the reason

why I am in distress –

or is it me who is looking for it?
You are my morphine.
962 · Apr 2015
Ghost
Sibyl Apr 2015
Please don’t leave me

Now that you have been too dear

To me, though it might be queer to say that

You have been a huge part of my life

(even if your purpose remains unclear)

You have already struck my heart like cupid

It’s just that

You shot me not with an arrow

But with a spear



Like a javelin thrown with such tremendous force

That I didn’t have much time to prepare

For it, and I can only do nothing (for I am not aware)

But to shed a tear

A tear not of pain

Not of anger

Nor sorrow

But of joy

Joy of knowing that somewhere,

Someone is thinking of me

Joy of knowing that for someone, I am special

And it makes me feel special, and anyone can see it

For loving someone gives happiness in parts

But being loved back is the soul of the art.



But what happened to all of these?

Why does it have to rain

Whilst a child is still enjoying the sun?

Why does it have to turn into a drastic nightmare

And tear my heart apart?

Not only my heart but also my soul and

Everything that completes me, I lost

All the emotions that I tried to keep

Safe from harm, ruined

My visions of the future, our future and

Everything else that lies ahead of us.

What emptiness awaits me? I dread

Of becoming a mere vessel, without a soul

Without any chance of being whole.



Alas, the time has come for your departure

I don’t mean to be rude but

Is it not right for a soul to hold on and not let go?

Do you really have to leave this heart you have encaptured?

And now leave me in rapture

But did not dare to mend me

Because you cannot touch me

And I cannot touch you either

Because you are only a ghost

And I am only human.

And now I am left with one solution

To end this confusion I would give up everything

Just to stay forever in this illusion

Because to live without you makes life not worth living

And every moment turns to grieving.



And now for once in this winter

I feel warmth from deep within

The sadness starts to fade and

All the pain that has been

Turned back to joy

For I know that on the other side

You wait for my arrival

Along with all the emotions I lost

On the garden by the sea

And that we will be together

For all eternity

And for all eternity it shall be.
824 · May 2015
As The Wind Blows
Sibyl May 2015
Sun-kiss'd skin
basked in the soft glow
of the afternoon.
The warm summer breeze
gently glides around my earth
caressing
every strand of hair
every atom
every inch of history  
every figment of reality
coursing through my body  
bound on my being
composing
decomposing  
thoughts.
793 · Jul 2016
Manic Depression
Sibyl Jul 2016
I.
Grandiose, grandiose
The moon shines bright
Poison drips upon her thoughts
A thousand paper cranes to fold
Fingers, trembling in distraught
“to keep or to unfold?” she thinks
But the issue ends in naught

II.
And as the light basks our very existence
I can only materialize
Nothing but a figure,
lithe,
of dreams
eccentric taste,
maturity.
beside me
beside me
Petty situations like these, I must hold dear,
I know
No
I know

III.
The waves, they crash onto the shore
There is nothing less, and nothing more.
Is the sky still blue?
748 · Aug 2015
Kudryavka
Sibyl Aug 2015
Our fragile lives mean to exist
To traverse the exosphere;
To reach the sky with all our might,
Fatalities we tear.
We live to save and to redeem
Men from the darkness and their fears.

A gnarly looking metal box
In which each soul must reside
To pierce the heavens up above
With buttons and levers pied.
Collectively sent out to space
As bearers of love and pride.

But still the matter does not change,
That we have been left alone.
Across the emptiness we stride,
And our own souls we hone
To endure each day that passes-
Indeed, our hearts have grown!

And as we propel into space
In these metal inventions,
A trail of steam is left behind
Comprised of our abstractions
Of how our fragile lives exist
For human satisfaction.
It's tough.
698 · Apr 2015
Grief
Sibyl Apr 2015
It pours like the rain

and nothing will be left

above.

No sign of life at all, just

silence.

And there will be nothing

but sorrow

and regret

flooding

below.
656 · Apr 2015
Fragments
Sibyl Apr 2015
My heart beats slower the further you step

away from me, the distance we made

is too far to reach. And all along I thought

that a miracle could happen.

But in this I was wronged.

the mirror has shattered,

the reflection, broken

to tiny pieces of you,

and nothing else of me.

And as the days grow longer,

the severed tie

cuts through my skin

and

weakens my bones.

I wish that I could live

for a little bit more

but every step I make

takes a breath away,

and every breath

takes life.

My well has run dry.

And there is nothing else to do

but to sit and cry for

all the things I lost

For every piece that has been shattered

For every tear that I have wept.

I wish

that I could regain my composure

but this too, has been torn down.

I am just empty

and tired

weary

and numb.

And I couldn’t blame you

for I am also responsible

but you rose again like the sun

and I remained

decaying

rotting

dead

holding the shards

of the mirror you broke

even though it hurts

and digging the soil

underneath

for the burial of my heart.
For the girl who likes mirrors.
627 · Jun 2015
( )
Sibyl Jun 2015
( )
I.
At
the peak of
the season,
just when the
sun has
decided
to give
his utmost
gleam,
A single file
of
steps,
humble
steps,
marching
steps,
nonchalantly
moves.
Nonchalantly.
A left over
a right - a right
over a left -
clockwork-esque.
amidst the sun's
scorching gaze
with heads
facing down,
amidst the sun's
scorching gaze.

II.
Each holds
a box of wilted
petunias, heavy,
shriveled, wilted
petunias, for every
one to keep, for
every step
they took.
some
would only
possess
a handful
on their little,
wooden
boxes.
Others,
none at all.
not a single one.
none
at all.

III.
The day
finally sets,
and so do I
                      
A black mastiff leisurely
        takes his nap

- and gradually, I fall.
                     
  Cold drops of water
  rhythmically descends
  from the kitchen faucet

- and gradually, I fall.
                     
   A hopscotch game,
    a child then jumps

- and gradually, I fall.
                   
      The city streets,
busy with people going
           to and fro

- and gradually, I fall.
                
          A ship sails
  into the vast blue sea

- and gradually, I fall.
                
    Stars glimmering,
            dancing,
    in the cold dark sky

- and gradually, I fall.
               
                    
- and gradually, I fall.
-Grief devours the bereaved, and then numbness comes.
523 · Apr 2015
Untitled #1
Sibyl Apr 2015
Am I the only one

to see the darkness in your eyes,

to feel the hatred in disguise,

to hear the noise inside your head

that punctures walls and words unsaid,

to linger more each passing day,

and pick up thorns you throw away,

to bridge the gap, to fill the void,

to build the walls that were destroyed,

to find the sun within your night

and bathe you with this unseen light,

to crush your dreams and break your heart

and keep the pieces of your world

torn apart

And so I ask, am I the one

or am I just another

work undone?
Sibyl Jul 2016
She was buried in walls of pitch and snow,
shunned by the moon which she holds dear.
She stretches out her hand every night
to reach her innermost desires.
She stretches out and cry
for nights and nights, through sun and rain.
She stretches out and cry.

Words once trickled from her fingertips -
letters, of every shape and size,
dance eloquently on stone and sand.
They bathe in ethereal curiosity at dawn
and sanguine discovery at dusk.

Now nothing drips from her fingers, long and slim
but soot as dark as her gleaming eyes.
She smeared the walls with hatred and grief
and sorrow seeped from within its cracks.

Agitation wells from deep within her.
It overflows and spills into her cup of tea.
The bitterness that it brings
is rivaled only by her fear of staying alone.
There is no end to her suffering, and she knows
the walls she made were too steep and too high
and yet the moon expects such a fragile frame
to reach the pinnacle of this ordeal
and stares blatantly at her demise.

And so she rests under the shade
of mounds and mounds of pitch and snow.
She lays supine while cursing the sky,
bereft of words, letters, and ink,
with soot trickling from her eyes.
497 · Mar 2016
Weary
Sibyl Mar 2016
The air, it tastes of aspartame
O, how the shadow swooned.
Abrasive, it shifted hues
to white, from a maroon.
Alone, he treads on endlessly
without any sight of the moon.

Alone, he treads on endlessly
under bleak skies he spoke too soon.
A night of emptiness befalls
without any sight of the moon.
A light within still flickers
O, how the shadow swooned.

A light within still flickers.
A wisp from a cocoon.
An agonized longing rises
O, how the shadow swooned.
"but none was left but embers"
under bleak skies he spoke to soon.
496 · Oct 2016
Santelmo
Sibyl Oct 2016
Tonight, I drowned myself to sleep
with oil and
the prayers that
I keep
suspended in regret,
my faith
I steeped
with hopes of
grain and blood,
I reaped
the vast
shadow of the past, I creep
beneath
the scrying eyes,
I weep
for broken arms
raised to the sky, I leaped
without clinging
to the land I loved,
I sweep
the poison of my men,
I seep.
My heart lies in the dreams I heaped
Tonight, I drowned myself to sleep.
"Better an ignis fatuus. Than no illume at all —"
492 · Apr 2015
Parrying
Sibyl Apr 2015
How foolish it is
to make a princess cry
and never dry her tears.
O, pitiful knight, fret not
because your sins are never
without reason. You wield
a double-edged blade, and
for every tear she has shed,
you draw blood. What you have done
is for the better, and you should be happy.
Close your eyes and whisper to yourself:
“I am fine, I can handle the bruises
and cuts that I received,
albeit i know that it will not heal.
It just hurts me if I ever tarnish
such a beautiful yet fragile soul,
and so, all is fine and well.”
Hold your ground, be still
because she is not for you to take.
A prize so bountiful and rich
is for a champion to receive.
O, pitiful knight, oil your irons,
polish them, brace for the incoming impact.
The war is never done, though the princess
has been won. Guard her with all your might
even from afar because that is a task for you to do.
A princess needs to be strong, too, and
it can only be achieved by paying such a small price.
O, pitiful knight, you have been battered from the start.
holding that worn-out shield near your chest, staggering
to your feet, and never yielded to rest your mutilated heart
Do not show emotions, for it only weakens the soul.
Never let your sacrifice be in vain. Stand your ground,
because the war is never over for you.
449 · Oct 2016
Dysphonia
Sibyl Oct 2016
Sinking deep
in flesh and bone,
I can only cling
to the sinews of faith
to keep myself awake.

What I desire is buried
not solely in needles nor smears of ink
but in the rapture, the jubilance,
the reckless vigor that it yields.

Gracefully, it dances
along the outline of my being
rhythmically
imprinting thoughts
never spoken -
of courage and passion,
of triumph and empathy,
ideas which
I never had the chance
to utter
to the ones I hold dear.

— The End —