Forgiveness More or less oblique. Pleading eyes that scream Hold me - Console me Separation is punishment enough. Beaten scars and rough palms From worn out arguments That spin endlessly . Will you be my shelter like once before? Or will you push me out; to wear out the cold? I need you back home.
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A Prayer. It coaxed him from his tormented nightmare A gentle hand from the deep blue yonder Through Several shades of midnight Warm Hands held his tiny face, His large eyes shaped like full moons gazed in relief -But soon, they began welling - ' Why my son ? Why do you cry ? When your pain is vanquished and you are at peace, why my son, why do you cry?' - How can I be at peace My Lord? When My brothers blood draw up rivers? When My sisters cries pierce my bones? While death has enraptured my once aching wounds and silenced my calls for an end My people suffer Day in - Day out . With nothing but blank tunnel eyes As the oppressor is painted the hero I ask you my Lord, where is my salvation Even as death lays me down in it's velvet bed?
I crave a love so deep; the ocean would be jealous. Treat me like a flower -A dandelion among a field of roses So tender Like a melancholy Touch me like your treasure With deep love and caution As though my body resonates Purity only you can feel Only you have seen Hold me, like you’ll protect me From the wars I've fought And the impending evil that awaits me Feel my heart beat from the slope ...
Viral destruction - her trust and society's judgement
She felt her hands shudder, little ripples of fear, -no thrill vibrated through her long arms, as she pulled her t-shirt above her head. Cool air swept her - snare; she watched the cold mirror in chilly silence. Her small frame that was once that of a child, morphed into a young woman's. When had her sides grown into hips? when had her chest blossomed from seeds? When did her new body arrived - and why hadn't she noticed before? Gentle strokes felt her in new-found awe and disbelief. This was her. A giggle escaped her petal like lips before she could cover her face . Shy little girl, phone in hand. He saw what she hadn't . New feelings, New make. Could she trust the new blue eyes that longed to see what she was hiding beneath? - Flash. Send. She would never be whole again.
FADED You won't be there. I can see your shadow drift in plain sight Like a fading moon Escaping from the night Your embrace I feel it lift Off my shoulders bare Leaving a sunken impression On the skin I wear Like a fleeting decision conscious I'd hear the water run dry The room will soon elude Sucked into an oblivion Ceased will be the tension In a world so cold -Where is the space For loves grace?
Muse
It crept through my skin and caught me unaware Foreign were my emotions Yet I knew what I wanted - His deep voice and unnerving stare His calm undertones- vibrating - the still, open air, Everything went out of focus And froze with no motion ‘Cept his familiar frame Calling out my name Guiding me out- of the tunnel darkness I was lost in Like a beacon of reason He defied human nature When he saw beauty In my dying ember. He ignited what was remained- with his cheeky grin and cheesy sincerity He swept me off my feet, He is an ocean of kindness People often fail to see His magnitude - when they cross his waters He harbors me; day in and day out Filling in my wounds with laughter Reminding me it gets better And when he’s near I feel a million needles pi...
She slept in his shadow, waiting for the day he’d take pride in holding her embrace. She had evoked foreign feelings in him, that left him longing for more- yet iron reins bridled his affections and held him back from acting out . Swerved, by end less tales and remarks, woven by the simple and the loud about his lover, he was constrained,- he was hesitant . He was ashamed, he was afraid, of the stains her past would make on his clean, white slate. “do you think they’d be disappointed in me when they find out about you and I,” he had asked her one day- she smiled to herself humbly- never feeling as worth less as she felt now. She hummed to her ailing spirits, tracing the open wound he had inflicted upon her, with tender fingers. Stroking the ache gently, she began accepting the sullied face and conclusion of herself everyone else saw. Maybe she wasn’t who she thought she was. Maybe the jagged remarks they made were her truth. Obviously – even he couldn’t see past it , ...