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Violet

Violet

 

 

My skin is pale
In the twilight
Amongst your roses
I toy with the thorns
Blood flows across my wrist
Forms your name
I smear wishes across my thigh
Cloudy sky
A portrait
I shall love you always
Tattooed across my skin
Scarlet ribbon in my hair
I lay against your door
Waiting for you
My skin white at midnight
Concrete stained with tears
Note in hand
My love for you
Penned for eternity
In Violet
 
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©EssentialSoulPoetry
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Expired

 

We used to have so much to say
You and I
Another time, another place
Before that inevitable fog of time
Caressed our world
Gently at first
An inept separation
Reedemable with those three fractured beeps
Long distance
Eventuality though becomes us all
As it wound and choked
We are speechless now
Except for the languid curl of tongue
Over needy love starved flesh
Is this all that remains
Or is it all we ever really had…

^!^

 

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Pieces

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There are pieces of me
That float away with indifference
A complex montage of fractured illusion
Pieces of me whisper your name
You collect them and draw them to your heart
I push,and you frustrated turn
You seek to save my soul
I believe… and yet I don’t
Either way
Could you promise I will ever be whole again?
There are pieces of me
Jagged and scarred they arrive at your door
Time and time again
In my mind you leave it open
I smash against the frame
Become unrecognisable damage
Broken pieces
These are the risks we take
Human and incomplete
How will it end?
I sketch examples into the darker shades of you
An offered glimpse into the blackened state of me
I beckoned,and you frustrated ran…
As darker dreams foretold
I lay now in pieces
In the palm of your hand.

©EssentialSoulPoetry

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Laying Down

I lay down under the anguish coated sky

It dreams of sun
As it pours with rain
In my dreams it used to wash away that blood stain
The one embedded in old style concrete
Pieces of you now reflections in the sand
Intangible yet suffocating
All at once
I hated it so
Yet did it ever really exist except in my mind ?
I ran my hand along that old guitar
I let four notes fall across my lips
That song I wrote…
I could make you feel beautiful
In my world you,not I were the artist
If only I had known
You painted me only grey
The sky whispered
And wondered how long it should stay silent
I lay quietly feeling lost
I promised forever
After all
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