"aurelia" poems
I adore you
With your forward brow,
Eyes of nightshade and black treacle.
Your image floats and unfurls in the ****** spaces
Between marks posed in gazette.
You stare back at me knowingly,
Cunningly,
As though watching the course of my life unfold.
You have stretched your hand through time
To let it fall in a cold gust across these pages,
Betwixt the folds of my cerebrum,
Your spectral lips prompting faintly
In the nook behind my ear.
-O goddess, O muse!-
O fellow soul…
You have found me.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
are you collecting the old counts of how
they slaughtered your son and his power-hungry heart,
twenty three knives to the torso,
the killing blow delivered by a beloved friend?
or are those the scrolls that you wish
dust would settle over forever, relics and reliefs of
everything you see behind your closed eyelids.
a politician’s mother
must be all the more clever; her son will not
be going into battle to die with honor
but rather with deceit. give her-- you-- a laurel wreath,
the irony of the goddess nike standing
golden over the tomb of your son: emperor,
caesar. mother of summer, of boiling july,
are you not the sun? are you not the constellations
freckling burnt pale skin? are you not
the fiercest and brightest of warriors, quietly,
without warning?
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC
Her eyes are the same as mine. Black and white, but her eyes have beauty in it
Her long hair. Dyed and shines, falls beautifully behind her back, hanging on her head carelessly
Her smile brings joy in life of mine. I want to be the reason of her happiness. Desprately
Her heart makes me blind. I seek nothing else but an imaginative object that I can't see.
Oh Lord let me kiss her lips and let the addiction kills me
Oh Lord let me see her eyes closely. The eyes that will brighten my life so I could see
Oh Lord hear my jealousy, the seed of my sins that grows in my heart slowly
Oh Lord bring her to me. The thief who stole my heart silently
Dear Lord my Saviour
Bless her and protect her
Dear Lord my Saviour
Hear my prayers for her
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
Aurelia my goddess in disguise,
Let loose your spell on spectactors eyes.
Kiss with grace unknown by man,
And flutter with lashes cast wide in span.
Dance a dance unmatched by Muses,
Together so tightly the movement enthuses.
The bodys spell abrubtly breaks,
the rythm ends with conflicting aches.
Aurelia lingers on eternal moments,
Beaten back by unseen oponents.
She longs to dance with softest steps,
unseen unhindered by the rhythmic inept.
Unable to catch up to beat,
I watch and follow her leaderless feet.
Swept up in listless unfelt tune,
unilluminated by a forsaking moon.
Lost to darkness and lost to time,
Aurelia your love is no longer mine.
May 12, 2011
May 12, 2011 at 6:22 PM UTC
Romantic words wasn’t enough to tell my feelings for you
My poetries wasn’t enough to venting my love for you
Slow songs doesn’t sound right
When you are on my mind
Because you are too special to be described
My blood rushed faster
And my heart applied more pressure
I may have told you I am ready to let go
But the reality, I struggled trying to walk away
The harder I tried, the more my affection grows
And the more I wanted to stay
To be with you until my life passes away
I still want you to fill my heart
In the hollow part
But that would be my own selfishness
Because you already filled somebody else’s
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
Aurelia
It's not your fault that I loved you
It's my mistake that I let myself covered in the blues
It's not your fault that I can't move on
But it's my flaws to carved your name in my bones
You're not the reason why my obsession has grown
Because my hormones plays around on their own
And again, you appeared in my dreams
Yet it's not because your action, it's my actions to let you in
Aurelia
I am so sorry
Because again I wrote you a poetry
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC
here's the thing, Aurelia.,
everybody lies.,
out their fingers and their
feet.--even I lie to
you, Aurelia.
sleeping fathers mothers brothers
let them lie, because
Aurelia--they don't
mean
it but: oh, oh, oh
they want to mean it (is)
the key to a perfect lie
between your fingers and your
toes and my
teeth.,
I keep my lies
out for you Aurelia.--I
never hid a thing;
you are a lie,--
Aurelia
you should have
lied
to me
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 3:24 PM UTC
The air is orange...
smoke snakes down the Sierras.
He and the dog went up there.
A wind pours hot by my rough cheeks.
The sheep are running wild.
The sky turns a pale grey:
a soldiers color.
I will evaporate waiting here.
I hear the dog's faint bark
in crackling timber.
Promises no longer matter!
A rush of raging heat.
The dog drags to my feet.
Too late.
The faint cruel whimper
of impending death.
Eyes burn and tears
are dry.
Aurelia!
I hear him call my name.
Aurelia!
Even fireman die.
The Sierras burn on faster...
Some lonely night I will go and gather his bones.
Then, I will take him home.
Jul 27, 2010
Jul 27, 2010 at 10:12 AM UTC
You were a poem embedded in my heart,
During those first days of spring,
It was still midnight,
When the words came unto me,
Desiring stay,
In scripts and Hearts.
I fell in love with how you became,
You, so beautifully expressed,
Were, but a consummate perfection,
How odd it is that Poets,
Easily fall,
Out of Love with their scripts.
I tell you: with scintilla, I've stayed long nights,
Jotting words, but they end up Foul.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
I never really know what’s behind my heart
Is it a simple crush
Or love
Maybe lust
Could be obsession
I never knew
Whatever the feeling is
Deep inside it still says
I’m crazy for Aurelia
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 1:55 AM UTC
Her eyes are created from the oceans
Her body is the missing piece of the heaven
Her hair are the important elements for aurora boeralis, the lights that shines around the northern region
Her personalities are the missing piece from the heart of an angel
Her voices are part of a wonderful miracle
Her mind is the 25 percent of the universe
The curve from her warm smile taken from the rainbow, beautiful, colorful and ineffable
And her name is the pieces from the poetry that God ever written
When all the pieces gathered
Carefully mixed together
A winsome woman was created
Aurelia was the name given to her
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
Cyprian, from Cyprus
Named for the trees of his kingdom
Prince or king
Livia, envy or blue
Beautiful daughter of king Divaro
Ruler of the kingdom
In the four seas
Lucius, the light
He has a way with words
King or prince
Hilaria, cheerful
Accurate for such a child
Who only smiles
But daughter of which king
Nero, strong and aptly named
Impossible strength in a lithe body
Prince or king
And of which kingdom
Aurelia, the golden child
Men have gone insane for her
Of which king
Felix, the lucky
Rumors to carry the
Tears of the water sprite
King or prince or thief
Avita, ancestral
Sister of Cyprian
But who us the king
Cato, how wise
The brother of Hilaria
A prince is revealed
Dulcia, a wonder
Lost in translation
Daughter of which king
Of which kingdom
The diviners of the south
The scholars of the north
The ocean people of the west
The skilled hunters of the east
Or maybe the mountain dwellers
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
Dear Aurelia
Do you still remember
The day when I intended to get my self hurt?
With the two bladed knife I have
That I said it will protect myself
Now I want you to look at my arms
Because of you, there is no more blood, scratch and scars
Dear Aurelia
Even if you are not mine
Or if you never put me in your mind
I still miss you very much
But I can’t say that directly to you, because I have no guts
I’m just a coward
Who did mistakes, sins and dream bigger
Dear Aurelia
When I heard you already have a lover
Who is cooler, smarter and better
The pain in my chest won’t stop until now
My mood goes down down and down
I am now broken-hearted
All the colors I saw slowly turns faded
Dear Aurelia
Listen to my heart for once
By reading my feelings as I poured my emotion into this poem I’ve done
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 3:19 AM UTC
Her text was the first thing
I saw in the morning
It was confusing
However I was smiling
But then I remembered
The reason why she texted me first
It was because I tried to call her
After I consumed lots of liquor
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC
I took my pocket knife
Hold it firmly
And scratched the surface of my skin
In front of Aurelia's naked eye
Her negative aura could be felt
Squimish and the room feels like hell
Her cold stare
Creeps me and makes me scare
In a split second, her hand holds my knife
She opens the blade and scratch her tigh
But I didn't see her bleed
I exhale in relief
“You could’ve bleed if you do that” I warned her
Again, I have to see the cold stare of her
"Why did you cut yourself?" She asked me
"Stress" I answered. Short straight and solid
“Don’t you cut yourself again!”
“If I don’t, what’s it for me then?”
She paused for 5 seconds
“I will cut my self too Peter”
“What?! How about your lover?!”
“Don’t care about him”
The way she said it, she is serious
I paused for a while
Thinking of her lover that gone wild
“You love me right?”
That question, really hits my mind
How did she finds out I carry the torch for her?
How did she knows my heart have her name written?
I panicked
And wishing God to get me killed
Then she continues her question
“As a friend”
My heart beats goes back to normal
And in a low voice I replied “yes”
By the time, I made a promise with an angel
The angel who saved me from the reaper
The angel who prevents me to be burnt in hell
The angel who prevents my family crying on my funeral
The angel that will do the same if I harm myself
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
My dear, do not speak
of marriage so lightly!
It's a contract
you know! When two people
come together, it can be
for so many foolish reasons!
The magic is in the
endurance; the stability of
emotions; and sacrifice of all else!
Children beget children
these days! It takes a responsible
adult to say no to such things!
Use a ****** be safe!
My dear, come back home
right on time
and not a second too late!
Heed this advice
before you make the same
mistake I made!
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
Maybe we weren't destined to be together
Maybe it wasn't my destiny to put an engagement ring around your ring finger
It wasn't my destiny to solve your problems
It wasn't your destiny to love me
Or holding hands with me
But maybe
I was destined to protect your relationship
Putting your bonds inside my shield
Support both of you and your lovers target
With a big smile and no regrets
Then let go whenever I'm ready
Because Aurelia, my dear
I will find a heart to land safely
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC
I slide the door open
And saw Aurelia reading a novel
Sitting in the living room
On a summer afternoon
Then a man kicked the front door open
Take out his gun and pulled the trigger
And shot Aurelia right on the forehead
My heart dropped and I Screamed Her Name
Few men came in like a soldier
One of them was the leader
I’m the next target
But I don’t want to be dead
So I pulled out my pistol
Pull, aim and fire
Shot dead all of them
Except the leader, his legs were pierced by my bullet
He looked at me and beg for mercy
But all the hatred and anger has controlled me
I shot his torso twice
And his head three times
I leaned my back on the wall
And slowly sat on the floor
Burnt a Marlboro
And gave my lungs some smoke
I looked at Aurelia’s body
No soul, no emotions and no spirit
Her breathless nose
I had a mental break down
Then my eyes were wide opened
Lying down on my bed
No dead men around the area
No Aurelia
It was just a nightmare
I was scared
It felt so real
So real
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
Putting you inside my brain systems
Are one of the best things I've ever done
I can't stop imagine
Both of us sitting at the roof under the moonlight,
Talking while drinking our favourite alcoholic beverages,
Hop in the aircraft, baby I will be the pilot and we will look down enjoying the city lights
And pressing our lips together until we could see the sunrise
Aurelia, my sweetheart
I've always hoped that those dreams comes to reality
But sadly
The real world slapped me too hard
Until I opened my eyes
Really wide
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
(PRIAM PEARE)
Antipathy sawn upon thy visage,
Shackled in violent phrase;
For thy identity disqualified masterpiece.
“I'm a peasant in society.”
(AURELIA BORÉALIS)
Deprived to let liberty roam on their entirety,
Diminishments were bestowed upon them by the sky and galaxies,
Intoxication of their hypocricy killed their dignity,
Lifeless and despaired—still awaits for the longed equality.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
mother is a paradox;
sun rays and thunderstorms
please be far away.
you are no fun for the beasts
holding my head below the surface,
begging me to stop trying -
but i kick you in the shin
for as long as i can
until you turn immortal.
i can feel my heart beat in my chest -
you crafted it for me
but it murmurs with fault.
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 11:11 AM UTC