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Brynn S Nov 2018
A small note attached to the small toe of the not yet dead woman
It read of sorrow and peace as she lay there still breathing
To why was she spread upon the iron table with eyes the color of coins
Displayed, surrounded by mirrors and windows ***** and unbreakable
Not a whimper slipped from her mouth as the small knife slit into her
Tearing the silk gown with precision of an artist,
the butcher masqueraded itself as husband
Emerald eyes shed no tears, reflexes halt to an end, an acceptance was reached
In her hands held a relic, one of the past and future. The piece was a watch
Ticking, counting down each second of breath. Belief in release the ******* death
Feeling of pleasure with each cut, the teasing texture of blood cascading downwards
How tantalizingly horrific the scene of sacrifice; a modern day alter
Rested upon rusted roses and sweet thorns the alive child laid
Silence for she has given voice to the goddess and the body to the God
Erian Rose Nov 2018
Sweet and solemn
Tender and blue
A sparkle of night
And a love so bright
If nothing else could be true
A mist among the water
To the eyes of a dove
When I see you
You're all of the above
Crystal Freda Nov 2018
She laid her head on the altar
wrapped around her arms.
Her heart was covered in
pressing pains and thorns.

She cried and cried for hours
until the altar's wood was clean.
Her arms sweaty
with tears in between.

Her tears seeped into her soul
as He touched her heart.
She felt better
and she knew that was a start.
Crystal Freda Nov 2018
The look in your eyes
breaks my heart.
The look in your eyes
stretches our strings apart.

The look in your eyes
gives me second thoughts.
The look in your eyes
puts my stomach in knots.

The look in your eyes
brings me to tears.
The look in your eyes
has changed in these years.

The look in your eyes
is not okay.
The look in your eyes
fades as you walk away...
julie Nov 2018
saw her sitting on a bench,
while reading "voyage au bout de la nuit",
a cigarette between her tooth gap
framed by red lipstick,
a bottle of wine next to her,
quietly humming a melody,
her hair wilder than a man's dream,
her fragrance Chanel N°5,
the look in her eyes were longing for the saving shore,
it was raining but she didn't even care,
and so I knew
Je t'admire
la femme que j'ai vue: the woman I saw
"voyage au bout de la nuit": book by Louis-Ferdinand Céline
Je t'admire: I admire you
Star BG Nov 2018
I, yes found myself
in the pool of your eyes.
The place where wavelets
hold unconditional love.
Where senses are tickled
and chest of dreams open.

Tears of happiness ripple
through heart.
Moments melt away
in grand arena
where time stops
and endearing smiles generate.

I travel far in boat of thoughts
whispering gratitude.
Feeling empowered
as we mirror each others
divinity.

And there I rondevu
to espy thy soulmate
and find myself.
There I live
in freedom of
my sacred self.
The one who echoes
inside a love
aria.
Inspired by Gabriele a poet who carries title well.
Sameera Krishna Nov 2018
Whenever I look into his eyes I drown.
I just love how his eyes write poetry of my soul.
Abhishek kumar Nov 2018
IF
If my heart was a book
It would contain torn pages only

If my eyes wrote
Letters would be blurred by tear drops

If my blood turned into an ink
My nerves would run dry

If my mind tried to narrate
It would be stop after every phrase
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