Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Journey's End

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In the silence of the moon, quietly curtained by the dark,
she is freed of all suppositions that clutter her conscious being,
and elicits a clarity in her heart that leads her back to him,
as naturally as the shimmering water that flows with the river,
through darkness and through light, to its destined journey’s end.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Facing Her Tomorrow

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She awakens each morning to see the pain and doubt mirrored in his eyes,
and is wrapped in the quiet hesitation that surrounds him like a cloud.
The confusion and apprehension that wars in his soul soaks into her spirit
by his reluctance and uncertainty when she tries to soothe his torment.
The dissidence and insecurity of faith destroyed still echoes in her being,
from when she herself had to face the aftermath of trust demolished
by betrayal and selfish actions, without thought to consequence,
which left her with broken wings that couldn’t carry her to the light,
where the night was everlasting, and every dawn brought nothing
but hopelessness and despair.
Now she faces the repercussions of her careless disregard,
when a long forgotten defiance captured and ruled her,
leading her with a reckless pursuit on a heedless quest of self gratification,
with a full grasp and understanding of the carnage that was heading her way.

Friday, October 17, 2014

The Stillness Within

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From stillness I’m born into a world of noise,
from there I walk alone.
I hold your hand but am removed from you,
my thoughts unshared, my deeds a singular quest.
In life detached, solitary in essence,
attached to my shadow alone,
freely secluded in my soul.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Echoes of Yesterday

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I need to return into my soul,
to my inner darkness under the spell of the full moon.
Here I dwell in the echoes of our yesterdays
in the silence of a hollow, empty heart,
and sink into the bottomless well where I lost my sanity
the day that I thought I lost you...

Friday, October 3, 2014


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It’s the rays of the moon that gently caress
your sleeping form with insights’ breaths,
so in your dreams you’ll find the fear,
stare it down with your strength 'til it loses its sneer,
and though the thought of your death is still there,
you've conquered the demon, escaped from its snare.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

i see...

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i look out over the city from the rooftop of a deserted building
taking in the smells of fast food and petrol fumes.
i see the brightly flickering lights, feel the beat of a bass drum,
one that pulls you into the hot pulsing air of music and lust,
seducing your body into an alcoholic haze
that awakens in a strangers apartment
as the sun pierces your consciousness
beside a name you cannot recall. 
i see the hustlers of oblivion in the shadows of old doorways,
briefly illuminated hands exchanging greed for a numb nirvana,
that veils the shadows in your soul before you sink into the welcome silence
of an absent mind and anaesthetized limbs.
night after night i watch these hollow seekers haunting the streets,
a veneer of carefree enjoyment firmly in place,
whilst it’s shame and guilt that propels them back to the caverns of hell,
seeking to die one more time by their hand,
and escape a tomorrow that is lived in yesterday.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

The Devil who's Hanging over Me

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I’ve willingly lain in your lap of thorns, drawn in your poison, listened to your whispered oaths of silent detachment, an echoless void of sweet floating velvet with unspoken promises of my demise.
I followed you gladly, succumbed to my recklessness, heeded your every summons and I questioned not a word as I sank into your controlled emotionless state.
Empty black eyes stared back at me through the mirror, gaunt of face with lifeless lips, indifference and black became the clothes I wore, and impassive the language that I spoke.
I have so little strength left, my blood is draining through the wounds left by your thorns and as it colours red the rocks beneath my feet they feed your power, while I become a cold and lifeless form, falling, just as promised, to my demise.

Friday, September 26, 2014

In the Silence of the Night

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I love the darkness, the silence of the night,
the glittering stars and the bright moonlight,
the silver sheen it imparts on the world
hiding the blemish, the cracked, broken girl,
who sits every night, in a daze with her dreams,
with her heart that is bleeding and the voices that scream,
that torture her soul with cold memories repressed,
reviving the past that the future infests.
And her tears freely fall under eyes that don’t see,
who don’t know of the grief in her soul as it weeps,
‘til the starlight envelops her psyche with light,
giving strength to her dreams and restoring her sight.