There is an arrow, locked away
somewhere, silenced My heart has felt it, its caress True consolation of one's life That arrow, buzzing vibrato after so many windows of my soul, will break your chest, will strike you dead with no notice.
Of all the things we’ve shared together,
I will always remember… The first time we hung out, And how I had the best time with you. How happy I felt getting to know you. Our first kiss, And how your lips felt against mine, The first time you told me that you loved me, And how that moment became a memory I’ll never forget. I love everything about you, And anything that reminds me of you. Because for me, It will always be you…
You mean so much to me. Nothing can change how I feel.
absent from my life,
but dancing forever in my mind. preserved perfectly: idealized and beautified, immortal, god-like. wanting to let go, yet holding on too tight. memories, exaggerated: they haunt me, notoriously unreliable. close my eyes; take me back in time… before I was bloodied by his arrow.
Rewrite of “?”
Blood on Cupid’s Arrow
There is blood on Cupid’s Arrow From where I yanked it from my heart I refuse to fall in love again It makes for extremely painful art
The samurai fingers opened
In recall the bow floated forwards Feathers freed its deadly path Flying through the thermals Spinning in its own vortex Beckoning my soul Both eyes opened Cherry blossom floated across its path The arrow parted life and death Its point struck home No escape A fleeting pain of renewal Pinned at the center of Adinkrahene Civilisation awaits Farewell, my demise is draped with its philosophy A second arrow strikes deeply Tainted by Eros poison Love conquers all
The world today is a place of reality. The world of the past was a place of philosophy. A marriage of eastern and western philosophy.
With the point of my arrow as sharp as my jaw,
my draw back and backtalk are equally as piercing.
The sturdy wood protrudes from my shoulder,
My fingertips trace the engraved cylinder As my eyebrows come together in confusion. The moon cries, It’s tears sweeping into the cracks of the cement. The sliver words shine in the light, My eyes ache as it stings my eyes. It reads words of condolences, Listing lies and regrets, Ones that have not occurred yet. I curled my hand around the bark And pull out the arrow. I see why they are sorry now. My knees are cushioned in the soft grass, My shoulder contrasted this pleasant comfort. You shot me with your apologies, Knowing what would happen if I would not accept them. But now your quiver is empty, No more apologies sink into my skin. For the job is finished.
It is too late for you to say sorry for you planned this.
was like a fragile S p a r r o w And You, (The cupid) How Cruel of you when you didn't flinch, drew the bow and Shot your A r r o w
An arrow flying through the sky
does it hit it's mark, as it passes by just like a shooting star such grace and beauty who was the archer did he shoot for pleasure, or duty But never will we know for the body is so slow compared to the speed of a fast-moving arrow