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Thanks, made my day/night. When I get home from work or school all I can usually find online are, dark, scarry, I want to kill myself poems. This was a treat. I will be looking out for more of your work.
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Thanks Holdem... Your words are encouraging, especially since sometimes others are drawn more toward the homicidal angst ridden works...
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Of the lifeblood in my veins
How many voices from the past Eyes reflected back in pages Of a different time and place tied souls share parallel visions echoed in tolls of timeless bells Memories of a time gone revived |
Nice......This piece really hit home...Thanks :)
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From the ashes rises the phoenix
Sometimes hidden in grief and sorrow A catalyst for change in foundations gone Burned memories of failure hold steady steps Caution slowly nourishes rebirth of dreams In all it's glory, the phoenix spreads wings and soars away across the endless sky ------------------------------------ Jack stopped by the travel agency on his walk around town that day, the last item on his list recieving a check as the welcome bell rang. Inside the receptionist looked up and motioned him to her desk. "What can I help you with today?" Jack thought for a quick moment, hoping this outcome would be better than the previous places he had tried. Taking a big breath, he told her in a rush of his plans to travel inside the Bermuda Triangle and try to find all the missing planes that had gone down. "The only thing I'm missing," Jack said, "is the insurance on the off chance that something happens." When the receptionist realized Jack was indeed completely serious, her amused grin morphed into a slightly worried face. "Sorry, we can't insure you for a journey like that. I'm sure you understand". Sighing, Jack mumbled a quick thanks and left the store, frustration crumpling the list in his hand. Looks like he was just going to have to go after the treasure the old fashioned way. ------------------------------------------- In a welcome embrace I escape the troubles of my world behind These ivory keys beg for my touch Each caress slowly clears my mind Some days we speak of solemn duty other times cry for days gone by Yet each time our ways must part I can't help but regretfully sigh --------------------------------------------- This world of silence weighs upon me The first sound of balls dropping Difference shines like night and day Can't seem to get enough of what I miss Even the muted garbage truck dumping can be a silly symphony to my ears |
It looks great too! Thank you!
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all the precious moments gathered
so quick to slip thru my fingers grains of sand too fine to capture melting away as quickly as they come through a looking glass reflected outline traced in shadows hidden no stranger to find each time only myself gazing back at me so in dreams we come to rest ticking time sheds its relevance smiling at our whispered secrets as you sing your song to me |
The bumps in the curvy road
sometimes take you for a flip it is only when you look back to find undeniably clear all the warning signs lying trampled in the dust Hidden in shadows deep only the power is revealed invisible hands deftly work streams of color boil of life a new world to remake anew secret smiles at the changes While the world knows not how soon it will end |
a deafening silence surrounds me
In this empty shell once called home Dreams lost within these aging walls As I learned of the cold world outside Window view of peeling painted brick Steps to trace as I wander this house naked to myself and my thoughts of all the uncertainties, this I know I don't want to be alone again tonight |
The Soldier's home, the ribbon untied
Dinner at the table with all chairs filled Every now and then his face will change The smile gone and the eyes far away The laughs come now soft and far between Some steps a little slower before he leaves The boy who left now faces life as a man Idyllic streets cannot erase horror overseas A very high cost paid to protect his nation Knowing full well the scale may never balance Broken lives will dwell in memories created As the man struggles for freedom to grieve -------------------------------- Before it ever started, the mountain seemed too high Good grades to get and piles of money to find An experience in this world of learning other sides First one year had passed, and then suddenly three Where had all the time gone if the mind still feels empty Soon the time will come to walk away with papers in hand Words to say I've served my time and know some things It's a journey never done since there's always more room An engaged mind stays young, even if the hands grow old |
Within these simple words
Unconscious directions given times to dance or play in rain times to crumple down and cry Heartbeats of moments flying by Sunrise to sunset and back again times to warmly smile or grin times to scream and wonder why In the night stars may twinkle sometimes greeted by the moon times to stand in awe of nature times to curse human destruction Living in full silence and empty talk Knowing what to really hear times to share and eagerly ask times to pull away and hide Moments are all we have to live Each one different from the last |
It's not the walls or the name on the mailbox
nor a creaky fourth step which quietly groans that give a piece of land the name Home but instead the fingerpaint masterpiece hanging handprints of love being scattered on the walls both the quiet and the noisy sounds of family as memories are made within these cozy walls --------------------------------------- |
Standing at the edge of waves
a single line drawn in the sand On this side lies all I ever gave the other, a new place to stand back and forth I looked and thought foamy tendrils licking at my heels to find what it was I really sought no matter my head knows how I feel Somewhere, the line has washed away as surely as the waves wipe clean the tides begin each brand new day fading stars, moonbeams scarcely seen |
the eyes to inside my soul
vision blurred so unseen lies murky depths of broken dreams piercing daggers driving home begun anew rivers run of blood wetness drips to drain this form empty becomes this shell of soul as shadow now consumes me whole |
fingers feel where eyes can't see
familiar scenes a new mystery optimization carries hidden cost to set the world tilted now aright a dance of disorientation needed |
Sinking with no fear
no hands held out in panic let the fear begin to leave the past may repeat at times whos fault that lies unclear while melting may anew begin virgin springs of life ------------------------------------ Invisible hands lie waiting for the fall to start the catch for if the grip never loosens how can you test your strength? -------------------------------- In my heart it waits In my feet lead follows In my hands palms empty In my lungs draw precious In my ears echo footsteps In my mouth sweetness melts In my eyes there is darkness In my soul there is light -------------------------------------- Lay your hands on me gently feel each shudder at your touch your fingers run through my hair to caress upon my face upturned Breaths of kisses travel down Slowly firmer the touch begins to move me with your guidance As your feet and mine find the ground ------------------------------ In the shallow once to see just how calm it could be An occasional wave to rock the sand Never so much you couldn't stand Slipping slowly out from shore A look behind shows an ocean more When at last the water covers your head At which time your soul's been fed What can be felt will not always show Eyes of the heart as always will know ------------------------------- It holds a million mysteries This face which my senses know All at once a man and soul Who sometimes knows not where to go Even when a path lies full or unclear A breath of pause in contemplation To lean upon another soul and see That what is real may not live to be ------------------------- |
at times the game may change
no warning or clue in place with the wait to see unfold just how the future will go On hands and knees to play bright eyes shine to say it all the places minds can be free once the world leaves them be |
In order to learn from me
You chose to let me be Parting words thrown in haste seared open cracked wounds The salt of the sea is its life no less required than tides trapped within the moons pull Without knowing the reason why All I did was search for truth and cry Only when confronted by myself to see the glass reflects no lies when in bright light shines away shadows of boosted ego chased This light makes up me today ----------- You gesture to your signs a language I don't understand just paint arranged on boards this shaken fence set to hold trapped and kept in unwilled This dust settles in all corners a second skin grimy and rough all the more to make me say I want OUT ---------- amber waves of yellow gold fleeting envy fills this hole Spoons fill up to swollen mouth While last drops burst the flood Early bears roused from sleep a month too soon the sunrise seen melting walls of ice let in sailing breezes scented light --------- so alike and yet still not the same light fills one so darkness hides a glance of illusion hints of a fit that all too soon really is a miss pieces left instead to play a game in which another found not the same a bridge to make across the space and pieces changed to something new |
If my lips said I'm sorry
tears still fall at night No way to win it seems there's no wrong or right Just a mess of life we make in the games we try to play the future only lies in dreams but all we're given is today |
I wish I could take away this pain you do not understand
touch your face and see you smile and want to laugh and play bubbles blown and caught again as they softly land on your skin the pain lighting your eyes enough to bring grown men to their knees Crying out with no voice to say This isn't me, I'm not alright I'm hurting Helplessly standing by as this guessing game is slowly coming undone I watch you try to fall asleep, nightmares taking places of dreams you seek Know I am here to watch over you, my sweet little angel Though my hand may be invisible, it will never fail and leave A kiss left upon your head and teddy tucked and snuggled tight In the morning you shall wake, and your smile I'll see again |
Yes.......you will see the smile
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Everyone must learn to feel emotion and cry
but I did not wish you to learn tears this way A breakthrough for you at such a heavy cost How to tell you what this means and why? So instead a loving kiss I reach out to give my own tears set free when you grab hold your pain felt in your fingers as you squeeze your warm wetness on my hands as you cry To hold you causes just as much pain inside Your mommies love you dear and so we stay holding our hope for you so love blinds pain |
minutes lost
from my hand out of reach on the ground the past lies far from here places hidden with no door windowless an empty space is what remains of this memory bottomless not even falling suspended in air untouchable now history etched words only left hidden in mire dim even shined hopeless -------------- moonlight bliss drenches the shadow colors pulled out from hiding in night lustre and sheen lost in hues of grey starlight clothes mystery in half-light a game upon these trusted senses played the past no longer what was seen to be creatures new take alive in these forms a different eye now required to see ----------------------------------------------- hands run over this ball of glass surface unbroken by chips or cracks shifting rainbows dance out of reach as slight imperfections catch the light smooth curves unending tease the reach forever forward this touch will go these glass walls trap a soul inside eternity without a hint of freedom |
secrets hidden within the wind
unblind eyes now used to see directions shift so lifted breeze crumbles this my house of disbelief the journey to find my mind begun unknown lies how this will end |
a single word tries to say
exactly what you mean to me all mixed up in times we share paths crossed at first unknown this soul which is part my own a claim upon which I hold true to know that love causes pain and still smile at your embrace miles melt away in this world this space we share and breathe Here because we each freely came and each also free to some day part for now I let a small smile free the one you know you love to see you are well alive within my heart a string to each in silence used one day I will walk away on my own yet this love of mine will never leave so for now together we enjoy the ride and learn where this road might lead |
Your poem that begins 'moonlight bliss drenches the shadow' is easily my favourite of the more recent ones. I can't comment on ALL of them, but the imagery in this is significantly more effective than 'unblind eyes now used to see
directions shift so lifted breeze'. One thing i've noticed is that sometimes your poems don't have a tangible message. I'm not suggesting you write narrative poems, just that sometimes they seem a little obscure and inaccessible because of the evidently very personal nature of them. |
Thanks for pointing that out, vonstalhein - half the time they make no sense to me either, or seem to have no point other than words that just pop out of my head. This could be in part because writing is how I document my journey... and it is common for things not to be tangible.
Maybe something I need to do is focus on clarity in thought ... and see what comes out on paper. |
Only if you want to write for other people. I would encourage you to though, as i think it'd be good for you, and probably good for us too!
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The sound of hello and goodbye
Your voice will fade from my ears The pressure of your arms around me Your touch melted away from my skin In their place the memories remain heartbeats fill my head |
this one's a little special... although quite a bit of work
Poisoned tips leave trails of innocent blood Shards broken lend a blind sudden stumble Merciless trample in the rise to recover A past that carries scars of buried thorns Serenity left to hide these mending hearts Melancholy tears fall on fertile ground Weeping of sadness engulfed in warmth Wetness trickling as slow buds bloom unfurling as caressed one by one To all left still with ears to hear Soothing softly with intoxicating peace Sweet radiance calls out its siren's song Painful embrace by this new breath of life Neither timebound or diminished in space Edges traced melt away blurring as shadows while diluted in hanging mists of quiet unknown hidden dreams whisper to take firm hold |
This is my favorite so far.....seems inspired, and "Real".....
Thank you amonkie....its beautiful |
I'm a big girl, mommy, I say
I want to do it all by myself the shoes are on my feet To me all my colors match I need the light on, mommy if you are going to go away I wish you would lie with me there's monsters under my bed |
hungry flames lick to fuel banked thirst
smoky breath of nature freed grey tendrils tease phantom shadows as slowly the haze fades away so does the love fill instead harmony once again restored |
cupping in wonder despite the pain
scars left in tender flesh naive distress decieving delicacy leaves buried enduring strength undiscovered despair only a single moment captured while yet ages fill the spheres enlightenment in the moment of discovery It was there all along |
As engines roar freedom comes
thirsty for speed impatient for the climb to end ground left behind milky white seduces the eyes break the spell heaven consumes the clouds hit the glass reaching out to meet the sky |
old man sitting on the corner
a worn cap in his fragile hands sure this was the place she said that bench at half past two clock to chime the hours passed and still he sat to wait she'd have a flower in her hair if she remembered again today at dusk he finally went inside stopped a nurse down the hall "have you seen my wife" he said |
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A second glance at the clock
Just another few pages today promised to help stuff get done 600 pages ago it was dishes the enemy had just been revealed 200 pages later trash by my feet imminent disaster proclaimed still 300 pages left to discover the book got plucked from my hand |
some say raindrops falling are tears
slipping through fingers of angels do they fall on the world below to give hope through sweet renewal or show sad despair for what we are trapped in a web of our own making refusal to shake the foundations free minds lost within this corrupted maze follow blindly with hands along the wall no thought to reach for light within does heaven up there really exist the final thought on the mind as our eyes close one last time the answer lies among those gone all will know the answer some day for now I make my heaven on earth |
like the little bird flown down
perched on a gentle hand upturned anxious as it learns to steady taking a closer look around the creature Man before it sensing freedom I stay awhile but promise not to leave without a kiss goodbye |
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Sally stepped off the treadmill delicately, hanging onto the handlebar for support. She winced as she put first one foot, then the other back on the ground. Two steps, and she could sit down to survey the damage. Biting her lip in pain, she hobbled over in her 3" heels and sat down in relief. She grabbed the heel and slowly slid the shoe off her foot. Beautiful!
Three delicious blisters had formed on her left foot. Starting with her heel, she traced the raised puffy skin,chuckling gleefully while pressing somewhat firmly to watch the fluid in the blister move. She measured the blister and wrote it down in her journal - It'd grown 2mm today! Moving her hands over the swollen red feet, she said to herself "I have the prettiest feet of anyone!" Her glance at the calendar told her it was Tuesday, which meant it was time to pop the blister on her big toe. Grabbing the needle she'd laid by the chair, she brought her foot near, breathing in the pungent aroma of sweaty feet and sighing in pleasure. Slowly she brought the needle closer, watching in anticipation of the Pop! that was soon to come. When the needle was just touching, she jabbed once quickly and shook her foot as the fluid began to drain. The liquid ran over her hand, and she waited for it to dry before setting her foot down. Soon the other shoe was off, and as she ran her hands over the cracked, callous skin, the hanging edges of skin sent sensual shivers up her spine as her fingers passed over. If 20 minutes on the treadmill for four days could give her these kinds of results, tomorrow she was going to stay on for 30 minutes - Her pinkie blister was starting to reach record size, and she couldn't wait to see it as big as her thumb. ---------------------------------------- Hannah was glad the week was over - while performing was always enjoyable once she was on stage, the recovery time afterwards seemed more draining as the months passed. The house had been only half full last night, and she remembered the way her voice had echoed softly against the polished wood, surrounding the audience in music. At least some people still knew how to appreciate the simple, etheric melodies a voice and a piano could create. With limited time before her flight left, she had bypassed changing after the concert, instead going directly to the airport. An uneventful flight as always, she became slightly impatient as the carousel began to disperse the baggage off the plane, and there was still no sign of her box. Joey traveled with her everywhere, ever since his own musical career had been cut short by a freak accident. When she sang at Carnegie, the vase on the piano had held his ashes, and the she remembered the way she could have sworn that he was adding his own touches to the piano accompaniment, even then. He was never one to let an artistic muse go unteased. Taking a sigh of relief, she finally saw the package approach, simple brown paper giving no clue to the contents inside. Hugging the box tightly, she smoothed the evening gown she still wore and stepped outside to flag a taxi. |
Dedicated to a special teacher of mine
Just as if it were yesterday This clear memory often replays You sat backwards in the chair Letters on the paper in your hand It was a little scary at first Learning to read between the lines The world lost its black and white Exploring now depths within grey Amazed at how the words came alive A thousand hidden treasures found Even more discoveries lay in store As I started writing worlds of my own Sharing the answers not found in books Some mysteries still remain unsolved Do not be deceived by a destination The key lies in the journey itself You gave me courage to find a dream Nurtured as wings grew to set it free Flying now amidst the clouds I hope Someday I'll live up to what you see in me |
caught in this underwater dance
hungry kelp latching to your limbs breathing in this liquid unnatural as murmurs echo along a wave tendril streams of light cast down finally free to chase the beam and just when you catch a breath the surf pounds down again |
amonkie, thank you for sharing... i adore your writing, it's heartfelt and etheral, i love it... please... keep sharing :)
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when these tears fall down
and blind what I can see is something really wrong or is it all just me to make sense of all that is and seperate the dreams it is always a certainty a heart will burst its seams only time will make repairs and if the dreams can last the skies will shine again when the pain has passed |
THAT....was excellent
I do so love reading you.... |
big blue eyes stare back
a book and toys in hand will my boy remember me while I'm gone I wonder who will teach him all the training wheels of life it hurts to tell you goodbye so instead I'll choose to say honey, so long for a while and in her head she thinks awhile may be forever can she ever wait that long |
sometimes dreams are blind
and I wonder why I try if it takes away the sun when the pieces disappear this is just the only way I know how I want to share my way myself is all I have to give and still its not enough |
around the edges cobwebs gather
hidden history this space became each item retired when replaced the textured silkyness of maple lost the battle to particle board -------------------------------------------------- This I pray Fall stands to fight frost puts forth its cold it shall succumb glory of color to hold my vision too soon will it pass |
fair is not found in the dictionary of life
reality bites and leaves its tainted mark we came so with empty hands we leave this shell crumbles to meet the dust human mistake wiped away by time words are all that are left |
you light up my life
for 5 minutes at a time the copper lit afire as it scorches the sky only once in a while blackness far from empty full of treasures unknown yet a special smile becomes when above me it appears beauty for these eyes alone every twinkle with purpose steadfast to guide the ages rebirth as galaxies collide Sparkles upon a dream awaits balance to match the light No less of beauty it remains some stars still left unnamed but in minds lay this place beyond the reach of sight here my heart will wait |
dry runs the well of words
empty space grows in greed to devour the last few drops should I fill a page with lies just to see blackness here Backspace is my friend these days some words are never cheap forgot to fill my wallet my mind's been somewhere else this deck of cards we try to play can't guarantee the Ace of Spades in case the dealer scared you off you never know if the hand you hold contains the wild card for today |
Proving here ....a Muse is there
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Beautiful, simply beautiful. I particularly love your first one Sweet Dreams. My father used to say that to me, he passed a year back now. That helped bring back some forgotten memories of those times he said it to me while tucking me in. Thank you.
I also love the poems you have about military personnel. They bring back memories of passed deployments, and late night I had. Yours is a beautiful mind. Again, I thank you for opening up my mind with your words. |
Dragonknight ... thank you for your kind words. It makes me smile to see that others can take something from my view of the world.
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windkissed plains of honey gold
fine hairs to cover this tender skin temporary defeat given to charred ebony now around edges threads begin to unravel |
this gulf of a canyon below
time works its artful magic the world over comes to marvel do these walls see their own beauty? changes so subtly continous hard to say when they began maybe these words of praise hold some notes of truth here my mind is free Trials never cease their pain so as thus always a work incomplete learn to see the growing beauty within the strokes undefined harshest critic always holds the brush release control to the heart behind for where the passion leads there your beauty blooms |
I really enjoy reading your stuff...Thanks :)
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icy fingers upon your heart
this grasp unrelinquished no audience held for these wet trickles of salted misery You say you know Love how can this be true for you show no mercy |
sizzling paper and tendrils rise
letters lost in the crumbing ash careless toss misses the mark flames feed with a new breath lies upon this parchment wrote undying love and chivalry born faded upon spring's new rose aghast as this turn of face actions speak volumes louder than words |
invasion by foreign emotions
upon face's center stage chasing away complacency in favor of branding tongues power struggle played for this house of cards when the Ace was laid it all came tumbling down |
nature's misted breath
gentle whispers fall before the storm begins I look and see snowflakes in my hair |
nature's misted breath
gentle whispers fall before the storm begins I look and see snowflakes in my hair That is....fantastic |
I like that one a lot too.
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thanks guys ... feels so good to have a friendly muse once again ...
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i adore your writings... they always seem so transporting.
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And I Love You
I love you and I don't kiss you goodbye at the end of the night I love you and I don't see your face before I turn off the light I love you and I look for the way to make this all feel alright I love you and I rejoice I have the chance of a future so bright I love you and I cherish your touch when I am frozen from fright I love you and I will wait for a future for now out of my sight I love you --------------------- Bitch candied tone a poor disguise your smile spews embittered lies malicious snares in fervor plied acerbic gaze from wickedness imbibed no sympathy inside for these crocodile tears you try |
Hehehe those are tricky, nice, I like. hmm yep
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the heap of shedded garments
swallowed by ravenous white icy fingers draw out a gasp as wind blown strands expose this face, tired and resigned laughter once along the shores lost even from these hazel eyes tears mingle with falling rain waves of salty mist beckon as to the horizon footsteps fall with no last glance behind venus returns to the sea |
naked kiss from this
internal inferno frozen wet ecstacy blows reality away euphoria attained for just one wish make love to the moon on a blanket of stars |
for this tiny little bean
no stranger to my dreams slightly silly it may be but have you really seen what the world looks like without the coffee bean |
broken angels
fall from grace though they sewed their wings back on they must learn how to fly again |
he tries to make
a paradise in her heart of ice his passion, flamed yet sterilized her tundra keeps no heat |
Make believe
a sword of stone as veiling mists disguise this treasured paradise seas of red overcome a charging silver tide Prince Charming's kiss to the damsel in distress to seal the lover's bliss |
every morning alone you wake
the shadows all long gone strewn around the room you find clues to clear the fog inside blinds down to block the light pain is your only friend, these days quite happy with this solitude Your daily date begins again come Eight And just like yesterday, you'll fall asleep with a dream again |
no chance to change the past
as the memory replays breaking free of this prison in her mind futile as catching moonbeams in an outstretched hand cherry blossoms kiss her tear stained cheeks |
a kiss to hold the tears at bay
a hug to cleanse the wounds just another day we live and learn from our mistakes |
slowly slip below, watch
as shallow ripples fade warmth against the flesh inside this liquid caress think upon a favorite dream and forever it will play |
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Goodbye Letter
goodbye letter
a day will come words will be said for a woman who placed a veil upon your head on whose shoulders tears were shed ashes in the wind as the breezes spin for a woman who to lift spirits makes a smile begin no single whisper of her pain within a day will come words will be said for a woman you never really knew |
Quite an impressive collection.
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a piece in progress ... I already miss the yearly love affair I have with my precious Merlot ...
precious drops, this kiss of wine crismon bleeds to capture breath a captive audience lured within this silent dance of seduction performed simply with eyes alone lost inside their depthless glow no wish of release from this prison |
I drink these words in Purple Bliss
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freedom from deceiving bliss
words of love from a stranger's lips ticks of a broken clock time won't tell 5:00 trade truth for blind stare into the sun and fumble to find your way |
fingers chase these droplets down
captive leaves thrown against their cage shadows hide secrets below dimmed light a visible whisper, this rustled ground from a safe distance audience held the moon between the stars though the message left is clear even in this perfect silence I cannot hear the rain |
Beaten tastes of Autumns cracking cold
making my mind work for colors changes hoping for the golden fade of dry leaves knowing frozen winter awaits this flavor |
man i MISS my piano ... had the melody for this one in my head as I wrote
each time we say goodbye our lips speak a lie days go by in old routine Long lost is this sheen that boldly lived in starstuck eyes Do some small embers hide in deep shadows wide Will the key to this life still be found, my wife in your amber eyes sweet siren's haunting song tease this dream along at the end, we shall find only one of its kind pure honey eyes |
Dipped pen in this well gone dry
yet merlot ink on feather tips to scratch when shadows reign tales of trials , and remaining forever on the page of a book unread |
Love affair of angelic white
a painted scene of dreams but under this virgin veil cruel barren beauty blinds captive within her icy grip romantic seduction lured as the smoky vision clear, this soul finds no caress |
.....Ouch, hurts....but so good
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some memories leave
footprints upon your heart this painful price is paid for the reward which lies beneath the chance of stories old to find a single moment in a world of clouded grey for a solitary rainbow to chase the clouds away but oh, the sweet bitterness remains to pay the price and still be denied the key |
dim embers snuffed
tendrils of smoky grey shadow's only friend ripples in the wind and a mantra within bend so not to break this time .... this smile, unlike the other tries something died inside |
a stardust trail, fallen
a new path made in travels when the sky has faded its memory losing warmth the sparkle of tiny gems swallowed by the distance to make you wonder .. of this dream a handprint on the glass the only clue of night at a window listening to the voice of the rain capsules to the invisible remnants of the fallen pieces |
sleepless dreams, tonight
no peace in darkness found last coals have all gone cold the clock is not my friend as another day begins |
wise woman sings
oceans trickle free as the cracks grew a heart slipped down to splatter at your feet rainbow horizon colors of this dream the line between where heaven stops and reality is free so cold, this hole smoking flesh blackens the diamond ice inside salted drops of dew to yank the ground beneath, breathless tree of everlasting life why can't I be worth saving .... just this time |
behind a door none can follow
safe within these shadows ... secretly oblivious to reality a breath away twisted fingers on this weary captive alone within thoughts who never sleep entropy of the senses left behind blissful silence for a moment again |
These are really good, amonkie! Keep 'em coming!
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I love you .. but I'm sorry
the me you see isn't real this homemade misery I love you... but I'm sorry I can't be the way you need and only love you secretly I love you .. but I'm sorry the only sure promise is two broken hearts I love you .. but I'm sorry life and its simplicity not this land of make believe I love you ... and I'm sorry. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ wrapped away memories lost times where I had been niave and thought the warm sunshine could never burn my skin when the sizzling starts again and you look around for rain acid drops are all you hear in this good old fashioned town i was crazy to start but even crazier to stay and now i'm so crazy the institution's turned me away |
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