My ImmortalThe shadow of who he used to beMy Immortal5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Still lingers; a ghost in the night
swaying in a dance of memory
Of hours past that I held dear
Conducted by the scented candles
With his name carved into their waxen flesh.
Whispers of a life that inspired my dreams
Echoes of a heartbeat so pure, so true.
A silhouette of love that breathes only in darkness
In the slumberless void of my solitude.
I watch him weaving through my thoughts
Numberless sighs escape my lips
And my arms reach -hopeless- to pull him near
Only to embrace my wretched self in the dark.
I know him only when I am alone.
I keep him safe, untouched in my heart
The portraits I paint are dated two years
Of a man whose eyes sang lullabies
Whose pride was love, whose pain was loss
A man that taught me ultimate devotion.
His shadow beckons when the clock strikes three
And I follow him into the night
We stand again beneath the stars
His outline deep, kissed with moonlight
The rain gently begins to fall
And all his words my ears recall
DeathlessMy only comfort, this bed of earthDeathless5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The blades of grass caress my cheek
Stirring memories of your gentle fingers
A touch that left me weak
The beauty of Heaven shines down on me
But I am lost within my mind
As I cut through the life line engraved in my palm
For the love I cannot find
My heartbeat pounds against the ground
But you sleep beneath me breathless
I close my eyes in constant dream;
Your face remains so deathless
In broken whispers I sing you my song
A murdering melody
My arms ache to embrace you now
To end this tragedy...
A Creation of LoveA Creation of Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your breath is the sweet scent of lilies
intoxicating all thought
All I know, feel and see is you.
The sensation of each whisper against my skin
Your hair gently brushing my breast
As you kiss the core of my soul.
The wounds of each historic tragedy
are healed with our sealed lips.
And songs sung in the dead of night
to render all the stars so bright
Shall live beyond our years
The timeless music of eternity.
We transfused our blood into each other's veins
Each infusion of your essence left me bound
Addicted to all that you are.
Your absence brings the sweetest withdrawals
Desire unfurling like a rose within my chest
The hunger for your warmth and the darkness of your light.
Our souls are weaving irrevocably still
And soon I shall breathe no other breath but yours
And the arteries and veins that sustain our hearts
Shall be tied in one grand structure of art
The architecture of love.
The next time you sleep with me embraced
We shall breathe as one with a single heart
With you inside me,
Portrait of a Mourning HeartShe calls to me, her whispers hauntPortrait of a Mourning Heart5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Her ghost enshrined in moonlit rays
She weaves through fractured Angels and stones
Sharing the garden where she lays
In the ashes of an indigo sunrise
I mourn the love torn from my hold
Wrapped in wings of desolation
A damned soul sold ten fold.
Each year of need never satiated
Starved of life; a lingering death
..My knell at last is toll'd..
..My fate sweetly foretold..
And thus I save my dying breath.
Beneath the ground my screams resound
Our constellation blind from sight
Our tree bleeds from initals carved
Unseen within the arms of night.
Love's artist paints with crimson blood
I'm drained and my dreams weep
It vanquished light; my broken heart
Descending to eternal sleep.
The ashes of a Saint.Here in the shadows kissed by candle flameThe ashes of a Saint.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My heart weeps its song as I whisper her name.
A vestal Queen of the purest kind
A haunting face I'll never find.
I fell for every fools advice
From grimoire pacts to sacrifice
I danced upon the Devils stage
Each failed attempt consumed with rage.
My Angel whom God did betray
From my side they stole her away
His servant whom he did forsake
Bound and burned upon the stake.
Madness may you call my love
My soul; it screamed to God above
My need is deeper than desire
To gather wings ravaged by fire.
Blood now stains my broken hands
I've murdered light throughout the lands
And now I fear her ghost is lost
As my damned soul forfeits the cost.
I want her back but death adores her
Bleed as I had always for her.
My broken heart knows only pain
Tonight I'll die for her again...
Blood for a Shadow.As the sun bleeds in the skyBlood for a Shadow.5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And his shadow joins the night
He takes his crimson candle
And casts its flame alight
Dusk; she comes to eclipse sun
Raven tresses fill the air
And the stars are nothing more
Than white flowers in her hair
While the flame dances enchanted
He plays for her a song
His shadow weeps beneath the feet
Of whom it does belong
Her menstrual moon gleams full and bright
Upon its rays her bare feet dance
And anklet bells begin to sound
Melodic spells keyed to entrance
He watches her descend to him
An artist's dream; her marble face
For each full moon this rock had been
Their sacred meeting place
She came for a gift he would freely give
in exchange for a wish that his dreams would live
His shadow; the sun had forbade her to take
That slumbered in darkness when she would awake
...Lost to her...
His lips gave birth to poetry sweet
Each word laced with seductive need
To tempt her lust with passion's play
And combine red blood
The sound of silenceIn a haven reserved for death she laysThe sound of silence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breathing the remnants of air; The prior hours of melodic sighs
And suffocating in the moist lingerings of love.
Silence answers in a faithful whisper
An eternal note, a devoted companion
That awaits the stillness of her heart.
Her vision dances, blind from darkness
Waltzing through a kaleidoscope of jaded colours
Then Love; He glides behind her eyelids
Claiming her with the rapture of asphyxiation
Like orgasms past she exhales His name..
His name: Her secret: forever echoed in that silence.
This Empty Page.For here still lies this empty pageThis Empty Page.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No strokes of love nor scrawls of rage
Of yellowed white in candlelight
It speaks of naught but dust and age.
Fingerprints do smudge its face
Of tender touch when I would trace
Crisp cut edges long since frayed
While words of love within me stayed.
For now my eyes reflect its fate
Love bloomed within but spoke too late
And though frail fingers grip my quill
This ghostly page is empty still.
Whispered feelings lost to night
As phantom thoughts waltz out of sight
Failed; my heart in it's crimson cage
For here still lies this empty page...
Beneath the ground with You.When the flowers close their petalsBeneath the ground with You.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lulled to sleep by the gentle rays of the moon
I wait for you with quickened breath.
At night, my heart it sings so loud
Beneath the gaze of countless stars;
Nightlights for these stones of death.
Your fingers slip around my wrist
You guide me to our secret place
A haven for all that is pure and true.
My eyes speak all that I cannot
Of longing hours till I could lay
Beneath the ground with you.
Where touch is our private language
As my head gently rests with yours
And your breaths ignite me to the core.
Though still, my soul in passion writhes
I smile in silent sacred bliss
My blood screaming for more.
Your sighs echo on porphyry walls
Penetrating mind and heart
Such beauty that I weep...
Through closeness do we make our love
I clasp you tight within my arms
As we both fall asleep...
A Rose for Elizabeth SiddalA Rose for Elizabeth Siddal5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At a lonely grave, Highgate bound
Kneels a ghost of love on winter ground
Weeping tears; a heart unfurled
Of sorrows unseen by the world.
Memories sound in gentle stillness
-Ophelia drowned in fatal illness
His love was late at her bedside
A fairer suit thus suicide
but she had always been and would-
The beauty whom his soul was tied.
A parting kiss, a whispered prayer
Love's poems concealed within her hair
And in the ground she then had slept
His paintings bled, his soul had wept
Each face was hers, each written word,
Tormenting dreams, each song he heard.
And from his guilt he tried to hide
A selfish wish tainted with pride
To take the gift buried within-
The grave she did reside.
Preserved was she, Her beauty true
Sleeping without breath
The Angel of his heart and soul
A rose untouched by death.
The SacrificeHand in hand with death and sorrowThe Sacrifice5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walk the path your ghost can't follow
A breathless, dreamless urgency
My heart decays to set you free
And though I die..
..You'll live tomorrow.