Tears.
Burning streaks into my flesh,
scarring.
Tears for lost love, for tragedy.
Through blurred vision, the world is cracked,
evil.
Spiteful.
Death of my peace, new born hate.
I hate myself, I hate these tears, invidiual signs of
vunerability.
I weep selfishly, for my selfish lonliness, for my
raging sadness.
I can see no love in this world, the planet where such unbearable
pain occurs.
My jealousy splinters in my mind.
Perfection becomes polluted, I can only see
your face.
You know not of these tears.
I am ashamed. These strokes of insanity will remain secrets.
These tears, blending love and hate.
Monday, 8 February 2010
A wish.
A wish.
You deserve the world.
I wish I could give it to you.
If only I could harness the sun,
or the moon, and lay it at your feet.
You are perfection, angels envy your beauty.
You deserve everything.
I could search time itself to find
something equal to what you are. Exquisite.
I would be searching forever.
If I could, I would bring you heaven.
I would capture stardust, I would bottle imagination
for you.
To make you happy, I would do anything.
I would offer anything.
And the best gift I can offer to you,
something no-one else can offer,
is myself.
You deserve the world.
I wish I could give it to you.
If only I could harness the sun,
or the moon, and lay it at your feet.
You are perfection, angels envy your beauty.
You deserve everything.
I could search time itself to find
something equal to what you are. Exquisite.
I would be searching forever.
If I could, I would bring you heaven.
I would capture stardust, I would bottle imagination
for you.
To make you happy, I would do anything.
I would offer anything.
And the best gift I can offer to you,
something no-one else can offer,
is myself.
Saturday, 6 February 2010
Silence.
Silence.
I speak, yet I am silent.
My brain fills my mouth with so many meaningless words, yet none are
the ones I wish I could find.
My voice is loud, trying to mask the cries of my heart.
Fears that cannot be uttered and words of love that I will never speak.
I scream in silence.
I am overcome. The softness of my earthly words can never quiet
my heart.
The desperation like a volcano, unknown to the outside.
A supernova of hushed words, never spoken for fear of
rejection.
The constant mountain of noise buried deep within, smothered with inane mutterings.
It cannot be revealed.
These feelings can never be exposed.
The silent uproar that resounds in my heart could never be voiced.
The loudest cacophony between unrequited love and requited hatred
I am poison.
The tearing emotions, love, jealousy, overwhelming the innocence
and delicacy of my heart.
A monster.
Insanity takes over, seeping through my memories and peaceful thoughts.
Creating black, endless, shrieking
silence.
:)
I speak, yet I am silent.
My brain fills my mouth with so many meaningless words, yet none are
the ones I wish I could find.
My voice is loud, trying to mask the cries of my heart.
Fears that cannot be uttered and words of love that I will never speak.
I scream in silence.
I am overcome. The softness of my earthly words can never quiet
my heart.
The desperation like a volcano, unknown to the outside.
A supernova of hushed words, never spoken for fear of
rejection.
The constant mountain of noise buried deep within, smothered with inane mutterings.
It cannot be revealed.
These feelings can never be exposed.
The silent uproar that resounds in my heart could never be voiced.
The loudest cacophony between unrequited love and requited hatred
must remain enclosed.
I am poison.
The tearing emotions, love, jealousy, overwhelming the innocence
and delicacy of my heart.
A monster.
Insanity takes over, seeping through my memories and peaceful thoughts.
Creating black, endless, shrieking
silence.
:)
Friday, 5 February 2010
Dare.
Dare.
Thrill seekers.
They fly, only to spiral downwards.
They leap, just to fall into the endless chasms.
They ride the fierce waves, before they are engulfed by raging white horses.
Danger attracts the brave, always searching for the ultimate
dare.
They laugh in the face of fatal jeopardy, taunting peril.
Adrenaline like a drug, causing them to push further, needing another
thrill.
But they seek in vain. The greatest thrill, the most fatal activity,
is love.
The risks terrify the most reckless of gamblers.
The hazards draw screams from the lips of the daredevil.
The great fall, the tremendous uncertainty, the thundering tide.
To love is to dive blindfolded, heartfirst, into
danger.
And sometimes, for the heart, to love is to die.
So, do you dare?
:)
Thrill seekers.
They fly, only to spiral downwards.
They leap, just to fall into the endless chasms.
They ride the fierce waves, before they are engulfed by raging white horses.
Danger attracts the brave, always searching for the ultimate
dare.
They laugh in the face of fatal jeopardy, taunting peril.
Adrenaline like a drug, causing them to push further, needing another
thrill.
But they seek in vain. The greatest thrill, the most fatal activity,
is love.
The risks terrify the most reckless of gamblers.
The hazards draw screams from the lips of the daredevil.
The great fall, the tremendous uncertainty, the thundering tide.
To love is to dive blindfolded, heartfirst, into
danger.
And sometimes, for the heart, to love is to die.
So, do you dare?
:)
Thursday, 4 February 2010
This Heart.
This Heart.
Solitude is a word of which the meaning is clear.
Being alone, feeling un-loved,
being wrapped up in solidarity.
Smothered by emptiness, with no-one to fill the shrieking
silence.
I am waiting in solitude. Waiting for you.
My heart beats steadily, never failing, yet expecting
company, hoping in vain.
It craves another beat, to join the rhythm that never ceases.
The constant drumming sounds feeble without accompaniment.
This soul that desires to ease the lonliness of this heart
searches for another soul, another heart.
But this soul has never found the heart to beat in unison.
So it still strives, looking for the perfect fit.
So this heart aches, and waits, alone.
The infinite pain and sorrow of isolation is all this heart has learned to feel.
But it hopes, always hopes, for the destined match.
It hopes and waits,
for you.
:)
Solitude is a word of which the meaning is clear.
Being alone, feeling un-loved,
being wrapped up in solidarity.
Smothered by emptiness, with no-one to fill the shrieking
silence.
I am waiting in solitude. Waiting for you.
My heart beats steadily, never failing, yet expecting
company, hoping in vain.
It craves another beat, to join the rhythm that never ceases.
The constant drumming sounds feeble without accompaniment.
This soul that desires to ease the lonliness of this heart
searches for another soul, another heart.
But this soul has never found the heart to beat in unison.
So it still strives, looking for the perfect fit.
So this heart aches, and waits, alone.
The infinite pain and sorrow of isolation is all this heart has learned to feel.
But it hopes, always hopes, for the destined match.
It hopes and waits,
for you.
:)
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
Eyes.
Eyes.
Windows to the soul, portals to the imagination.
Gazing, deep caverns of emotion.
Every colour under the sun, reflected in
your eyes.
Your eyes are summer, spring, autumn.
Warmth. Colour.
Bright and pure, perfection, beauty in
your eyes.
The liquid sapphires that fall as tears are
living drops of heaven glimpsed in times of
unimaginable sadness or joy, overwhelming emotion in
your eyes.
They sparkle, blinking magic.
Inviting, pearls set with emeralds, glittering.
Stars, suns, moons, united in
your eyes.
Windows, portals. Beautiful gateways to the perfection
of your soul. Ornate, glowing orbs of
angelic purity. One gaze, and I am lost in
your eyes.
I'll Stop eventually :)
Windows to the soul, portals to the imagination.
Gazing, deep caverns of emotion.
Every colour under the sun, reflected in
your eyes.
Your eyes are summer, spring, autumn.
Warmth. Colour.
Bright and pure, perfection, beauty in
your eyes.
The liquid sapphires that fall as tears are
living drops of heaven glimpsed in times of
unimaginable sadness or joy, overwhelming emotion in
your eyes.
They sparkle, blinking magic.
Inviting, pearls set with emeralds, glittering.
Stars, suns, moons, united in
your eyes.
Windows, portals. Beautiful gateways to the perfection
of your soul. Ornate, glowing orbs of
angelic purity. One gaze, and I am lost in
your eyes.
I'll Stop eventually :)
Beauty.
Beauty.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
But I see beauty everywhere.
I cannot believe that beauty is created by the mind.
No mind nor soul could imagine this, none could craft these wonders
even in the innermost corners of their beings.
Beauty is not in the eye of the beholder, beauty is real.
Honest and raw, natural beauty.
So many seek beauty in their lives, seek beauty in faces and posessions,
but there is no need to strive so fiercly.
Look around. Observe the world in which we dwell,
stare into creation.
Listen to choirs breathe music, listen to laughter.
Close your eyes, you will find that beauty can be heard.
Beauty isn't perfection, beauty is what makes you smile.
It is what makes you love, it is what makes you adore living.
It is in every single one of us. In our souls.
Every time you laugh, you are beautiful.
When you learn to love selflessly, you become beauty.
If you see beauty in everything, and in creation,
you are beautiful.
Finally one that wasn't really emotional :P
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
But I see beauty everywhere.
I cannot believe that beauty is created by the mind.
No mind nor soul could imagine this, none could craft these wonders
even in the innermost corners of their beings.
Beauty is not in the eye of the beholder, beauty is real.
Honest and raw, natural beauty.
So many seek beauty in their lives, seek beauty in faces and posessions,
but there is no need to strive so fiercly.
Look around. Observe the world in which we dwell,
stare into creation.
Listen to choirs breathe music, listen to laughter.
Close your eyes, you will find that beauty can be heard.
Beauty isn't perfection, beauty is what makes you smile.
It is what makes you love, it is what makes you adore living.
It is in every single one of us. In our souls.
Every time you laugh, you are beautiful.
When you learn to love selflessly, you become beauty.
If you see beauty in everything, and in creation,
you are beautiful.
Finally one that wasn't really emotional :P
You.
You.
What are you to me?
Agape. Affection.
Philos. Friendship.
Are there words for this?
Who else, in the vast expanses of the world, has felt like this?
Unique.
"Best friends" expresses nothing, everyone has best friends.
I can only say "I have you".
To describe it would be impossible, improbable.
I am myself with you.
I am happy with you.
We laugh. We fight. We live.
So,
What are you to me?
Everything.
Tried to be lighthearted, still a bit too deep :L
Sorry Phine :)
What are you to me?
Agape. Affection.
Philos. Friendship.
Are there words for this?
Who else, in the vast expanses of the world, has felt like this?
Unique.
"Best friends" expresses nothing, everyone has best friends.
I can only say "I have you".
To describe it would be impossible, improbable.
I am myself with you.
I am happy with you.
We laugh. We fight. We live.
So,
What are you to me?
Everything.
Tried to be lighthearted, still a bit too deep :L
Sorry Phine :)
Monday, 1 February 2010
Forces of attraction.
Forces of attraction.
Puzzle pieces. We fit perfectly.
Drawn together, magnets.
Two halves, normalcy.
Together, brilliance.
Across oceans and forests,
continents, planets,
drawn to the other half of our souls.
Obstacles mean nothing.
Love, deeply rooted in our minds, hearts,
in our entire beings.
Branching out, reaching for each other,
love as attraction,
a force as strong as the gravity of the sun,
holding the planets in place.
You are my sun, my centre,
without your hold I would fall
into nothingness.
I would be nothingness.
Emptiness would swallow my soul.
Attraction.
Holds me, you, us.
Together, across acres of time,
across struggles,
through everything.
Together.
Sorry for the overdose :)
I was comissioned to write this poem for someone to send to someone else, and I think I did good :)
Puzzle pieces. We fit perfectly.
Drawn together, magnets.
Two halves, normalcy.
Together, brilliance.
Across oceans and forests,
continents, planets,
drawn to the other half of our souls.
Obstacles mean nothing.
Love, deeply rooted in our minds, hearts,
in our entire beings.
Branching out, reaching for each other,
love as attraction,
a force as strong as the gravity of the sun,
holding the planets in place.
You are my sun, my centre,
without your hold I would fall
into nothingness.
I would be nothingness.
Emptiness would swallow my soul.
Attraction.
Holds me, you, us.
Together, across acres of time,
across struggles,
through everything.
Together.
Sorry for the overdose :)
I was comissioned to write this poem for someone to send to someone else, and I think I did good :)
Jewel.
Jewel.
She's a jewel.
Diamond, quartz, ruby.
Glitters amongst the dust and shadows.
She's desired.
Coveted, precious, valuble.
So many are drawn in, wide-eyed.
She's beautiful.
Glamorous, natural, stunning.
Crafted by the hands of Heaven, breathing beauty into her blood.
She's perfect.
Impeccable, flawless, exquisite.
She exhales pure perfection.
She's a jewel.
Diamond, glittering, treasured.
She's a jewel.
Diamond, quartz, ruby.
Glitters amongst the dust and shadows.
She's desired.
Coveted, precious, valuble.
So many are drawn in, wide-eyed.
She's beautiful.
Glamorous, natural, stunning.
Crafted by the hands of Heaven, breathing beauty into her blood.
She's perfect.
Impeccable, flawless, exquisite.
She exhales pure perfection.
She's a jewel.
Diamond, glittering, treasured.
Wanderer - The start of a long series of poems.
Wanderer.
Wandering.
Who does that anymore?
They all run, hurry, rush.
No time for wandering on this earth, that
whizzes around and around and
around.
They may sneer at the slow one, they think
I miss out on life, that it passes me by.
But I pity the ones swept up in life, missing the details, life a
blur.
I'm the one with the time to look, to think, to remember.
Savour.
Savour the gold filigree leaves that spiral downwards in autumn.
Savour the birth of the new day, breaking into life as the
sunlight blends the colours of the morning.
Savour laughter, joy and hope, and the intricate details of life that only the favoured glimpse, the ones who look, who think, who remember; those who savour.
Savour the lengthy wanderings.
So John Agard said that language is magic, and that we can all write poetry.
I tried.
Wandering.
Who does that anymore?
They all run, hurry, rush.
No time for wandering on this earth, that
whizzes around and around and
around.
They may sneer at the slow one, they think
I miss out on life, that it passes me by.
But I pity the ones swept up in life, missing the details, life a
blur.
I'm the one with the time to look, to think, to remember.
Savour.
Savour the gold filigree leaves that spiral downwards in autumn.
Savour the birth of the new day, breaking into life as the
sunlight blends the colours of the morning.
Savour laughter, joy and hope, and the intricate details of life that only the favoured glimpse, the ones who look, who think, who remember; those who savour.
Savour the lengthy wanderings.
So John Agard said that language is magic, and that we can all write poetry.
I tried.
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