elizabeth essexelizabeth how you taught me these lessons
to which i would aptly listen
and how you would always have questions
but i never would chance it
for so long i've tried to encode you a message
oh, how i have been so tempted
but now when i recite this passage
these secrets i must tell then
this casket now you've buried me in
beneath this stone, with rose and emotion
but my heart still beats, though underneath it
and when i die, i'll still be but a reflection, in her eyes
way in the farest heavens
two thirty in the morningI put my head on her chest to make sure she was still alivetwo thirty in the morning11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Her skin was cool from the breeze blowing inside
It was like sandpaper as it scraped against mine
I said in this light my love, you remind me of an old friend
But I've grown apart from him, now he's a shapeless being lost to dissolving effects of time
I wish this feeling could last for the rest of my life
But it'll surely pass, it's okay though, I've grown acquainted to saying goodbye
It's all pins and needles from now on it seems
The cigarette burns slowly, and the alarm clock reads
Two thirty in the morning
The alcohol's wearing off, and the ink from my pen is beginning to bleed
Through to the book of poetry underneath
The floor is stiff, the shapes of our bodies stick
Like flypaper melted underneath heat lamps
The ceiling fan captures my sight
A motion, in the glow of the t.v. screens light
and i realize, the objects in the mirror are closer than they appear
and I can stop searching, for the purpose in life, the things insi
Here, this is for you...Here, this is for you...12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stumble 'round the house at night,
to drink your face from my sight.
A solemn waltz by quarter moon,
in a soft, quaking voice, I croon:
you are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
you make me happy, when skies are grey...
I fall through the wide swinging door;
loud, deep breathing on the kitchen floor.
Listening to the wind rustle through the trees,
I rise, shaking, to my blood-stained knees.
Slam open a wooden drawer,
find a knife, in my chest, to bore.
Poise the edge, over the mark,
when a flash illuminates the dark.
Drive it in, through my chest,
carve it out, for the best.
As a drunken slob I lie huddled,
my blood, at my feet, puddled.
Held out in my hands, two
Here, this is for you...
I killed our love todayI killed our love today12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I killed my love today
It took enough time trying to strangulate its neck until I
managed to suffocate it with your
The one with ornamental flowers,dont worry I put it back where it was.
Honey,you should have known..of all this
Because suspiciously enough I wore my affection to you
like a glove from the very beginning
So I leave no fingerprints
Some kind of hint when you find the dead corpse of our love
in your bed the next morning
It was the final step after ages of y e a r n i n g for something else
Because in the moment where I committed murder to all the things we had
I asked myself where the music was coming from that I suddenly heard
Let me explain..It was a song of whispers and words you once left me with.
Blisters on my tongue (from all the wounds that Ive licked clean)provided me with the bitter aftertaste it takes to start the rage and make it rise inside your lungs when you see
your love sitting there in its chair,careless and unaffected of all the battlegro
DesiderataDesiderata12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mist twists up the valley as some vast, spectral snake,
Entwining its coils round the hills.
As a butterfly soft dream, in me doth awake,
That this enchanted night slowly distils.
As the tender fog embraces me, I close my dark eyes,
And I sense in it your ghostly touch.
In this sweet a hallucination I shiver soft sighs,
And the need in me burns fiercely, such,
That I fear to open my eyes to find,
That I still sit here alone.
So as your phantom kiss delicately caresses my mind,
My heart becomes a heavy stone.
And to the argent watchers my soul does implore,
Though it seems Love and Fate are fixed in their war.
As the trees whisper softly to each other in the night,
The moths are drawn out the dark on velvet angel wings.
Lured to my own frail beacon of light,
This flame in my heart, a deep and bright hungering.
As in the half-light gloom, the dream evolves, half-flesh,
Mine eyes by the dancing candle flame, fixated.
Yet still in this warm bodies do not mesh,
A Sort of Civil War: SonnetThe breaking Dawn rings out; a war-like sound.A Sort of Civil War: Sonnet10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But seizing the sky, we have wicked Night
Whose luminous king shall not be uncrowned;
Lest the rising sun inherits the Height!
The starry skies dressed, shall protect their West,
With swords drawn in mutiny, ne'er to cease
Nor to yield the great threat that has impressed:
This famed enemy who hails from the East.
Thus, in the sky, a great line does divide:
Ancient day the Sun whose reign has been quit
Whose triumphant radiance has now died
Whose eternal birth was made to forfeit.
To the horizon the Sun does retreat.
While the Earth cold suffers from the defeat.