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Id fallen in love with a girl who had died.
fallen in love with a corpse bride.

An image, apparition, a fiend, and a lie.
A smile with fangs behind and stained glass eyes. A connection of the depths i wish I could hide.

Intimate reflections of infinite life,
Gone in an instant, remembered in time.
Immortalized in the wounds that i never could find.

In love with death and the devil in flight.
The details were gone where the fairy tails write, and whats left but a fight.
Why return to the exceptions i try.
Though still struggle i might to accept what I write

Ive fallen in love with
A treasure, a shrine, a hedonist pride. The pleasure of life, and weakness of mind.
Ive fallen in love with death, ive fallen in love with life,
Ive fallen so many times with deception and hell in my mind.

The interruption of entering high
Energy eruption destroying the signs.
I wish it was true, that wishing was worth the time.

But even if things had a reason, the seasons still change like the lights
In the sky and the tides.
Will the spirit reward all our risks with a ride. What you do with your will, will be fine. Just remember who gave you the time. What words can alarm the forlorn.

The award was a sword cut from ice. The current can keep me at peace, electricity. The currency foreign or at least, if I reign for a moment as king, would the kind still remember me. Or be cast aside as a cloud in the sky, overcast could the rain last for life. Thunder claps when the performance is right.

And if I die, on my corpse perform rites.
Ive fallen in love with a bride.
Ive fallen in love with a lie.
Ive fallen in love with a girl.
Who has been. Gone for as long as I.

Head in the trees feeling free
Head in the clouds where the spirits come out
In the canopy of leaves visualizing dreams.
the crescent moon peaks, looking out, at my feet.

the sun sets soon then comes back around.
Scars from a war left unfinished,
wounds on my arm from a battle, self inflicted.

In a room with no walls as I wished it.
Burn marks and questionable decisions.
Unwavering confidence I listened.
Makeshift options of forgiveness.
Little known is the thought we throw to the side.
inside insidiously we tried
to hide the being with the wish I hope to confide.

Let alone the disillusioned idea of property or love owned by the self.
let alone the thoughts we've left canned on the shelf.
Like a man with no remorse I open those cans with a thought in mind.

I hope I can find your love inside of at least one, with empathy of my task in kind
Talk to me, when I am gone, my loves.
You will question if it is indeed me.
It is.
Who, other than myself, possesses a more accurate simulation of my voice?
My closest loved ones.
You will hear my voice.
You will feel my love.
My physical self is but a fraction of who I am.
For a part of me exists in the lives I’ve touched, the words and the love, in your minds and hearts.
So smile at our happy moments and know that I smile with you.
Laugh at the funny moments and know I laugh with you.
And cry for the sad moments and know that I cry for you.
Death is not the end because we continue to exist within our loved ones, in their minds and hearts.
So talk to those sorely missed, those gone but not forgotten, and be comforted in your certainty, that the voice which replies, is not your own.
I hope this makes you think of someone you’ve lost, fondly.
It's sad to think that in a few years from now we won't know each other. Then again, in a few years it won't matter.
Just Grace Sep 18
I felt it then
like I feel it now

There was a dead end sign
at that moment I peered into our future

We tried to give space
Then that choice was taken away
One more chance to prove we can survive
locked down together

So we took my family land
We tilled that soil
Built distractions
Illusions and dreams

The peppers and tomatoes
that I now harvest
I prepare them alone
The nightshades
the itch
now taint my tears
and pink-stain my cheeks
where they have streamed
lily Sep 7
Kintsugi gold glue?
The smart ones stockpiled it.
I'm still in pieces.
Mei Aug 16
I sometimes miss this girl
who enjoys sitting in cafès
with her emptied cup.
She who finds grace
in the presence of waiting
And believes in happy ending.

I sometimes miss this girl
who's so good at self consolation.
She who patronises self rule
more than any other,
Someone who's still whole.

Now cafès reminds me
not with coffee fragrant promises
But of bitter tanged memories
While sitting becomes restless waits
I have come to miss the girl
I was before you-

I still long of me a little.
Mei Aug 15
It's okay to cry alone
For some reasons why
It's okay to smile
You don't need to tell why
It's okay to miss someone
Because to miss someone
Doesn't happen once
It happens over and over
It's okay if it happens again.
Mei Aug 15
When you said
you wanted us an end,
my heart raced,
skipped a beat,
died a bit.

I was torn-
a little,
in two,
in pieces.
And not knowing when all of my pieces will stick back together...
I have gifted myself a permanent hug so I'll never have to pick it up again in case I fall...
Mark Toney Aug 2
You say you love me but you’re not
You say you’re going to fight and give it all you got
You say you find it hard to breathe
You say you’re mad at me but I’m the one who seethes
You say you love me but you’re not (in love with me)

                    ~ Tears falling, relationship flailing, love failing… ~


You say you need a place to stay
You say you’re asking me to find another way
You say you thought about the debt
You say you’re leaving but it hasn’t happened yet
You say you need a place to stay

                    ~ The time, the hurt, the pain, the drain… ~


You say you overcame the jones
You say you’ve analyzed it to the bare bones
You say you finally found the cure
You say you’re righteous, clean, happy and secure
You say you overcame the jones

                    ~ Familiar lies, thin disguise, love’s demise … ~


You say you love me but you’re not
You say you’re going to fight and give it all you got
You say you find it hard to breathe
You say you’re mad at me but I’m the one who seethes
You say you love me but you’re not (in love with me)

                    ~ Tears fall, relationship flails, love fails…
                       Familiar lies, thin disguise, love’s demise …
                       This time, this hurt, this pain, this drain…
                       Time runs out… no more to gain. ~



© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
10/29/2019 - Poetry form: Lyric - © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
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