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Love: An Enchanting Dream (Collab with Sidharth)

This poem was born from a collaboration with Sidharth of https://sweetdevil69.wordpress.com/

It was an entirely new process and inspiring experience for me and he was wonderful to work with. Be sure to visit and follow his blog. I am sure you will find something to enjoy or that speaks to you.

I dream about you, so wildly well
While on me, you cast your enchanting spell.
In me, your radiant spirit begins to dwell
& thoughts about you, make my heart swell.

The weary sun, gets overpowered by your eyes
Submitting to your grace, the teary moon, cries.
The envious stars, flame up the black skies
Dreaming about you, for me their splendor dies.

Nothing compares to the beauty you hold inside
I dream about you, for you are my pride.
But the distance between us, my heart cannot abide
As yearning your embrace, my desires are amplified.

Addicted to you, I dream day & night
Of our bond, that shall be blissfully bright.
Within me you breathe, someday we shall unite
& I’ll be enveloped in your love’s luminous light.

Till then treasure my love in your heart
Softly dream about me while sleeping in the dark.
Promise me, your passion for me will forever last
& our love will be a beautiful art.

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Too Long

 

Face set in stone
So composed you’d never know.
But look at their eyes and you’ll see a different story unfold

One of grief silenced by others needs.
One of pain bleeding into agony.
A silent scream leashed tight.

Until numbness sets in and they began to change. Not so you’d see or even notice until it was to late.

But slowly, over time, they evolved. They remained to those around them strong, steady and sure. But deep, down inside, they were unraveling.

Unraveling for all the feelings left buried and never expressed. For all the lost words and lost care.

So they picked up a pen and started to write. They bled into the paper what could never be right. Each character written from a cut deep inside, a wound that had went unattended for to long a time.

Until the paper turned red and their face crumpled in tears. Wet trails down their cheeks to the paper below as a silent sob escaped. Their fingers turned white from being clenched into fists.

Tomorrow would be a new day and the tears would be gone. But tonight the moon called and the words bled out with the tears held to long.

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Don’t

Don’t call for me.
Don’t call for me when twilight nears and you have finally faced your fears.

I have waited.
I have waited for you to show yourself these past moons and still you remained cold and distant.

Don’t speak.
Don’t speak now for it is too late for words begged for from a heart filled with pain and voice filled with tears.

Don’t call for me.
Don’t call for me when you reach out and I am no longer there to stroke a soothing hand across your brow and whisper words of kindness for your weary heart.

I have waited.
I have waited for words of kindness for a heart sinking to the ocean floor from your bitterness and anger to soothe the chaos of my mind and the burning in my chest.

Don’t speak.
Don’t speak to me of love and togetherness, you have said all that you wanted and few parts of it showed care for me. I am more than what I give to you. And you strive to give nothing to me.

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Drowning

Time never moves slower then when you’re dying on the inside. When the dam breaks and the tears come. I once held their hand in mine. Now their hand holds my heart in a fist and they’ve wrapped the other around my throat.

The only thing keeping me above the waves even as they shove me under. Your waves crash over me until I’m gasping for air. Punishing my lungs with every breath I cannot draw.

Your hand around my throat keeps my head above the water, but still I cannot breathe. The fist around my heart hurts to much to try and take in air.

I listen to your waves and watch for your storms. But you do not do the same for me and your storms so overtake you that you cannot see what they have done to me.

My tears mix with the water and it goes unnoticed as long as I soothe your hurts.  I have a bucket filled with holes to try and keep the water at a safe distance. But the hand around my throat is all that keeps me afloat even as it drowns me.

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Break Me-But I’m Already Broken…

Heart in pieces, pounding like a drum, could feel the pulse, see it under her skin if you looked closely enough.

Mind racing, trying to make sense of it all, to put the words together, but having to remind her lungs to breathe in air and exhale.

Break me again her heart cried. Let them break me again, because you can’t fix this part of you that loves to deeply. Not until you’re broken enough to not come back.

She never learns. Let them break you again until there’s nothing left and you can be reborn from the ashes of what they called love.

Her loyalty knows no boundaries. She will give until there is nothing left. Until her heart washes down the drain of her shower along with her hopes and dreams of what could have been.

Break me now her heart cried so that I don’t have to wonder when I will suffer later. When it will all burn and the scars inflicted will never heal.

Her heart whispered back, they cannot break what has already been broken. Your tears have blinded you. Look at the blood on your hands. No amount of needle and thread will repair the damage done here.

The pieces are already gone. The damage in place. They rest in another’s hands, carelessly held or tossed away and you will have to scorch your surface and rebuild your walls. You cannot break what is already shattered.

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The Ruins

She, like a goddess of old, stood by watching as life continued beyond what had already passed. Aging with each passing day, knowing it would not last. 

She remained still like a statue, even when at times she could feel her heart breaking on the inside. The time had not yet come, so she became ever harder. 

There were those that brushed against her marble edges to test how far they might go, others still who lashed out with sharp words and deeds, creating scars within and without. 

The clouds shifted above her, days turned into nights, silver trails of tears tracked down her marble face, hidden beneath the moons soft comfort so those that caught a glimpse would always think it a trick of the eye. 

Her tears dried up and she remained in place, she no longer felt the pain as she had before, she was moving forward but solitary and confined, until the day she felt a soft as feathers stroke against her cheek where her tears once fell. 

She pushed it away, she had to many scars now and while she longed, she did not relish more pain, even the goddesses of old knew when to retreat, but it always came back. 

Each night, words whispered softly in her mind, a stroking, seeking, hand looking for the key to set her free, she fell in love with the voice and the words as it described a future with them together, she grew to long for it. 

She always responded in kind to the voice, sending her thoughts back their way, brushing her soul against theirs gently, she could feel the cracks in the marble grow larger, the vibrations reached her soul as the large wall she had encased herself in crashed around her.

Rising from the ruins she sought the comfort of the one who’d brushed against her, sparkling eyes met hers, as they too rose from their own pile of ruins.

Hearts and souls joined together as their hands and arms held each other, because sometimes the battle was worth the fight for a future free of ruins and scars that no longer bore a phantom pain. 

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What Am I?

Ignorance is rarely bliss when it comes to matters of the heart and emotions are involved, it’s usually painful in the end.

Feelings can be like a persistent, never ending ocean wave that crashes over you, again and again. Causing you to feel like you’re drowning.

Your brain creates rational logic as quickly as your lungs force out the sobs that choke you and the tears fall from your eyes. 

You know you won’t always feel this way, but the hammer to your skull and the fist clutching your heart speak different tunes.

You know the reasons behind the actions, but you still feel the pain of the inaction and seemingly empty words.

Your body detaches from itself, becomes a shell. The pain is there but it becomes dull, abstract, as if someone else suffers it even as your hands cover your face or clutch your sides in an effort to comfort what cannot be comforted.

Am I a human being?

Or am I a wind up toy?

Am I an active partner?

Or am I there to stroke your ego?

Am I a treasured friend?

Or am I your entertainment?

I am not the sum of what you make me. I am many things to many people. Rarely am I seen for what I am. If I am me: Then what are you?

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The Beginning-The End

Sink into me, let me surround you with my love. Love can be such a fickle word to some. Yet for you, the word love isn’t nearly enough to describe the depth of emotion that crashes through me at the mere thought of you.

Your name is written in my bones. Etched across my heart in permanent scar tissue from the wounds others left and you finally closed. Your voice the slow hum of pleasure that fills my ears and dances down my spine to sit at its base.

There were others before you this is true, but they were the lessons I had to learn and you are the joy that fills my soul. Love with them was fickle, it was never constant and it was rarely love at all, always with a condition in place.

You say you want to be my beginning and my end. But you consume me so well that there was no true beginning to remember, only you filling me to overflowing beauty.  There is no end with you near, only a never ending connection of body, hearts, and souls.

Until the last star burns out in the night sky above us and the moon gives way to the morning light. I’ll gaze upon your person with amazement. From the inside out you radiate a beauty so deep it changes those around you.

Sink into me and I’ll surround you with so much more than love from our beginning to the end of time. For that is how long you will remain a part of me. Let me connect the jagged pieces of your heart and soul to my own. Let them knit together and grow completely whole again.

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From Garden to Sea

Seek me in the garden, let your fingers brush against my soul as if you’d found the rarest of blooms and were intoxicated. Let my petals stretch towards your touch.

Careful of my thorns, they may prick you without meaning too. Born of pain and anger they are ravaged by time.

Pluck me from my daily life and take me on an adventure only you can give, our laughter blending together in joy and our tears in sadness.

Plant my roots deep. Ground me in the earth, so secure in my foundation you could seek shelter from all of life’s storms in my covetous branches. My vines wrapping tightly around your aches and pains.

Walk through my leaves and see the memories of my past fade into the dreams of the future. Scatter yours throughout so that they combine to create a forest of beauty. From black as night to white as snow.

Walk on the path of the present with me, learn my curves and dips as I study yours. Over my brooks and streams, below any attempt at shallow depths until we reach the cliff at the sea. Take a jump with me and fly into the endless depth of life together.

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A Voice

Their voice dances down my spine,
A soft whisper that draws me in closer with each crushed velvet word.

It brings a smile to my lips and soothes the ragged edges after a days jagged cuts.

Draws a sigh of longing from my soul and wraps me in a sweet embrace.

It’s edges curl around my mind, creating a need for more…a never ending stream of sound that invades my body, mind, and soul.

It makes me sit and stare, the sounds of others muffled in comparison.

It’s a sound I’ll never tire of. One I’d rather hear a hundred times over a million others.

Each time I do, I find another reason to love it’s speaker and the way their voice traces patterns on my heart.