Upon a park bench in midday spring
A rush of jubilance, I became.
For I knew not what that moment would bring
As she giggled and told me her name.
Such a name I dare not forget
As we painted a blithesome vignette.
A glint, a sigh, at passersby
Regarding us with covetous eyes.
With an allure transcending the sky
She evoked my heart to swiftly rise.
Soon thereafter, I felt renewed
As newfound love had ensued.
Constructed from mere steel and pine
Yet it beckoned us for a respite,
As we shared a bottle of wine
On a most resplendent night.
A lovely tableau with eyes aglow
From a beauty the park bench bestow
On those gray mornings I sat alone
The park bench felt as cold as ice.
Upon my solitary throne
I felt no sense of paradise.
Then she sat beside me once more
Upon the park bench we adore.
The park bench stood as our sanctuary
As the seasons eroded its foundation,
Yet its integrity was far from ordinary
Until I heard my love’s lamentation.
She pointed at the ground in despair
For the
What lies beyond the night?
This elfin glance soliloquy,
Of aching words upon my tongue.
However young, her beauty be,
I plea to she in silent plight.
What lies beyond the night?
This void that swells and dwells,
Yet never quells the ardent memory.
I’m beseeched to thee by such spells
As the sprite foretells the blight.
What lies beyond the night?
This artless thought held so dear.
A reincarnation born from rot.
This fragile heart pulsates with fear,
As I adhere her eyes alight.
What lies beyond the night?
This moonlit muse softly subdues,
To allay our besotted ballet.
To be bemused by a bittersweet ruse
I stagger and fray amidst the fight.
What lies beyond the night?
This dark allure of our demure.
Call unto thee a forlorn pet
So faithful, yet so obscure
You wrote the tomes I now recite.
What lies beyond the night?
This feeling sharply beckons,
As delicate confessions ensue.
Hold true these precious seconds
Her veil doth fail with contrite.
What lies beyond the night?
This
I need you, like a rose needs the sun
To feed me with your benevolent light.
Lest my vibrant petals come undone
I need your warmth through coldest night.
I need you, like the wolf needs a pack
To strengthen me in times of pain.
Lest I suffer a vicious attack
I need your support to remain.
I need you, like a drowning man needs air
To fill me with your saccharine breath.
Lest the darkness shall ensnare
I need your love to combat death.
These words, I hold forever true
For I’ll never stop needing you.
I met this girl in dreams of deep
To whom my weary heart doth yearn.
In that realm of twilight sleep
She dearly waits for my return.
I felt such solace in her embrace
I feared for that moment to end.
Gazing at her lucent face
No other feeling could contend.
I doth not care who she symbolizes
With all the guises she portrays.
Only when my heart arises
From reality’s constant malaise.
This world is not as it seems
For the ones who live in dreams.
Upon a park bench in midday spring
A rush of jubilance, I became.
For I knew not what that moment would bring
As she giggled and told me her name.
Such a name I dare not forget
As we painted a blithesome vignette.
A glint, a sigh, at passersby
Regarding us with covetous eyes.
With an allure transcending the sky
She evoked my heart to swiftly rise.
Soon thereafter, I felt renewed
As newfound love had ensued.
Constructed from mere steel and pine
Yet it beckoned us for a respite,
As we shared a bottle of wine
On a most resplendent night.
A lovely tableau with eyes aglow
From a beauty the park bench bestow
On those gray mornings I sat alone
The park bench felt as cold as ice.
Upon my solitary throne
I felt no sense of paradise.
Then she sat beside me once more
Upon the park bench we adore.
The park bench stood as our sanctuary
As the seasons eroded its foundation,
Yet its integrity was far from ordinary
Until I heard my love’s lamentation.
She pointed at the ground in despair
For the
Upon a park bench in midday spring
A rush of jubilance, I became.
For I knew not what that moment would bring
As she giggled and told me her name.
Such a name I dare not forget
As we painted a blithesome vignette.
A glint, a sigh, at passersby
Regarding us with covetous eyes.
With an allure transcending the sky
She evoked my heart to swiftly rise.
Soon thereafter, I felt renewed
As newfound love had ensued.
Constructed from mere steel and pine
Yet it beckoned us for a respite,
As we shared a bottle of wine
On a most resplendent night.
A lovely tableau with eyes aglow
From a beauty the park bench bestow
On those gray mornings I sat alone
The park bench felt as cold as ice.
Upon my solitary throne
I felt no sense of paradise.
Then she sat beside me once more
Upon the park bench we adore.
The park bench stood as our sanctuary
As the seasons eroded its foundation,
Yet its integrity was far from ordinary
Until I heard my love’s lamentation.
She pointed at the ground in despair
For the
What lies beyond the night?
This elfin glance soliloquy,
Of aching words upon my tongue.
However young, her beauty be,
I plea to she in silent plight.
What lies beyond the night?
This void that swells and dwells,
Yet never quells the ardent memory.
I’m beseeched to thee by such spells
As the sprite foretells the blight.
What lies beyond the night?
This artless thought held so dear.
A reincarnation born from rot.
This fragile heart pulsates with fear,
As I adhere her eyes alight.
What lies beyond the night?
This moonlit muse softly subdues,
To allay our besotted ballet.
To be bemused by a bittersweet ruse
I stagger and fray amidst the fight.
What lies beyond the night?
This dark allure of our demure.
Call unto thee a forlorn pet
So faithful, yet so obscure
You wrote the tomes I now recite.
What lies beyond the night?
This feeling sharply beckons,
As delicate confessions ensue.
Hold true these precious seconds
Her veil doth fail with contrite.
What lies beyond the night?
This
I need you, like a rose needs the sun
To feed me with your benevolent light.
Lest my vibrant petals come undone
I need your warmth through coldest night.
I need you, like the wolf needs a pack
To strengthen me in times of pain.
Lest I suffer a vicious attack
I need your support to remain.
I need you, like a drowning man needs air
To fill me with your saccharine breath.
Lest the darkness shall ensnare
I need your love to combat death.
These words, I hold forever true
For I’ll never stop needing you.
I met this girl in dreams of deep
To whom my weary heart doth yearn.
In that realm of twilight sleep
She dearly waits for my return.
I felt such solace in her embrace
I feared for that moment to end.
Gazing at her lucent face
No other feeling could contend.
I doth not care who she symbolizes
With all the guises she portrays.
Only when my heart arises
From reality’s constant malaise.
This world is not as it seems
For the ones who live in dreams.
A Face in the Lamplight by DkarnDezolus, literature
Literature
A Face in the Lamplight
What's that breath upon the mirror?
The chill upon your spine.
What's that translucent glimmer
where light once used to shine?A face in the lamplight
the rain obscures her tears
Embraced in the damp night
by a cloak that stole her yearsThere's a ringing at the door
but the bell has been removed
Someone's singing b'neath the floor
fingers sneak between the grooves
The walls are sharing stories
in whispers yet unheard
Tales of ancient glories
whispered by the uninterredWhat's that subtle broken weeping?
The pain that flows like mud.
What's that shadow softly creeping
and that voice that chills my blood?A plea in the shower steam
written plai...
Days as a Schizophrenic (Poem) by JCSolis-Lit, literature
Literature
Days as a Schizophrenic (Poem)
You don't understand
Or perhaps I can't explain
Of this life that I live
And how I deal with the pain
You don't understand
Or maybe you can't tell
How a paradise of life
Has now turned into hell
A single voice now clamours
And becomes more than three
Which beg to be let loose
And within me wander free
A barrage of many voices
And not a single one is known
Their benevolence not clear
And their nature are not shown
What mirages within sight
Of what images that glare
The mind now starts to see
What in reality is not there
What sees a clouded mind
And what it cannot see in full
A seeming prank so horrid
That no man could ever pull
With so many horrid things
That cause me the most fear
A Mania of Madness
That brings me close to tears
And through trying to understand
Over what became of Me
What you will never know
Is how I hold to Sanity
You don't need to listen
To a man beyond broken
For I scream of a nightmare
That from which I've yet
What lies beyond the night?
This elfin glance soliloquy,
Of aching words upon my tongue.
However young, her beauty be,
I plea to she in silent plight.
What lies beyond the night?
This void that swells and dwells,
Yet never quells the ardent memory.
I’m beseeched to thee by such spells
As the sprite foretells the blight.
What lies beyond the night?
This artless thought held so dear.
A reincarnation born from rot.
This fragile heart pulsates with fear,
As I adhere her eyes alight.
What lies beyond the night?
This moonlit muse softly subdues,
To allay our besotted ballet.
To be bemused by a bittersweet ruse
I stagger and fray amidst the fight.
What lies beyond the night?
This dark allure of our demure.
Call unto thee a forlorn pet
So faithful, yet so obscure
You wrote the tomes I now recite.
What lies beyond the night?
This feeling sharply beckons,
As delicate confessions ensue.
Hold true these precious seconds
Her veil doth fail with contrite.
What lies beyond the night?
This
Something of me...lingering. by prettyflour, literature
Literature
Something of me...lingering.
I gaze upon my new friends;
they’re all stitched up with golden thread
and glimmering.
Hung with care,
their delicate faces frozen
or are they paralyzed?
Grins slanted in strange ways,
eyes filled with glitter
and shimmering.
Slackened strings
sag with melancholy
then vibrate with life
as he enters
lumbering.
Blackened wings enfold,
his horns twisted and grotesque,
they shine
in the dim light
flickering.
Our arms reach for him
as he reaches for us.
Bending our will
and our limbs.
Moving us in a way that's…
soft and bewildering.
We dance for him.
Slow at first
then lively,
Putting on a puppet show-
A new one every night-
and he applauds us-
a standing ovation every time.
Why is my heart fluttering?
I hate him.
Our captor, our master.
I dream of strangling him
with his precious golden thread.
He’s our anchor
and our ichor-
the taker of our souls,
slithering.
But I’ve always loved to dance.
So even though he makes us…
I cherish it.
It’s something of me
lingering.
I met this girl in dreams of deep
To whom my weary heart doth yearn.
In that realm of twilight sleep
She dearly waits for my return.
I felt such solace in her embrace
I feared for that moment to end.
Gazing at her lucent face
No other feeling could contend.
I doth not care who she symbolizes
With all the guises she portrays.
Only when my heart arises
From reality’s constant malaise.
This world is not as it seems
For the ones who live in dreams.
"Just this once and then no more,"
Is what he said the night before
Until he lay upon his bed
And glist'ning drops of crystal red
danced like sirens round his head.Dimly, through the haze of sleep
it came to him in tankards deep:
Parched, he lifted it to drink,
his lips alighted on the brink.
Though somewhere in his mind he knew
that what he saw could not be true,
Yet he swore before it faded
he would feel his longing sated.
Even as he thought this last,
the vision vanished from his grasp.Soft, he heard that devil speak
"Hurry! While your soul is weak.
Let the whispering wine seduce,
and drink again to the excuse
that you have made the nig...
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