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A Letter

My Dearest Love,
As I trace my hand across this paper,
A gateway across the lands and miles that separate us,
A window for you to see into my soul,
To be Sealed With A Loving Kiss,
I truly wonder how this pen can so easily dictate my love, if my own heart,
Filled with the need for you, cannot comprehend it's own desires.

I start to feel like a young child again,
Giddy with the euphoria and joy that can only come with pure innocent bliss.
And this young child needs a loving partner to hold,
A doting carer to give them the love, and for them to love unconditionally,
Someone to make them feel needed, and unburdened,
Someone to kiss them better when they scrape their knees,
As they fall for you.

Why do I feel this way?
My love, it is you that brings me to this ecstatc plain,
Although we are kept apart by the cruel dimensions of our world,
Our letters, our hopes and dreams, hold our hearts together as one,
Beating in harmony, crossed with devotion and yearning,
Alas, how the hours creep by, keeping me love for you away from your touch,
Your hold, the gaze, deep into your pearl blue eyes, reflecting like oceans back at me.

My feelings and my letter draw to a close, my love,
To only be seen by the eyes of true beauty,
As the words float through the world like autumn leaves on the sparkling stream,
To reach the ends of the earth, and back again,
Just to make you smile.
My love, my life, my better half, my soulmate.
To end my sweet ramblings for you, I say the three simple words, that are all that really needed to be said.

I love you.

A load of essentially random thoughts in my head, comment if you please. Only linked by the heading they happen to fall under.

I am the ghost in the corner.
The one unable to answer your questions,
Deafened by the emptiness surrounding me.

I am the patient confined to a place fearful of death.
Sedated beyond waking by life,
Imprisoned in a self-inflicted nightmare.

I am the once radiant star in the sky.
Shining a false light to all who notice
Even if I have died long ago.

I am the one sickened by the optimism hanging in the air,
Longing to end this wretched charade.
To grace everyone with my absence.
To fade into nothing.

Drowning in the night's shadows,
Trapped with the demons preying on my mind.
I stare at the blackened sky -
Seeing only fading light and hope
My gaze returns to earthly realms.
Witnessing only the same scene,
I stare into the empty shadows once more.

I bear the scars of one thousand battles,
A doomed war against hatred and misery.
Unable to refuse a gift for which I have no want,
I remain bound to this world by these heavy chains.
Oh why, cruel donor,
Do these ties continue to restrain my ungrateful soul
When the lock connecting them has been broken?

Staining the ground with the lifeblood of sorrow,
I stand on the edge of the skyline mountain.
Looking down, I am drawn to a river of languid light.
The answer I've been searching for.
With the silent moon as my only witness,
I turn and take one last resentful breath.
I fall.

I lie there, in the shroud of night,
Pulling my lungs, full of air, up and down.
I feel the vibrations of the sun
Rattling fiercly in my toes
My skin, my hair
The trickle of my tears
As I choke on that motion
Digressed from the potion
Inhaled, as I contemplate
Life, how it
Cadences.
Somehow, reluctance is strung
Rather high
(Like myself)
In the caverns of my mind
In the shadow of
The dawn, hung loosely
On the trees, in the breeze
As I
Silently wait
Never stir, trapped in wake
For the day that my night
Will end.

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Silent ideas are cultivated in my hollow mind
Echoing clicks thrash in the
Caverns behind my eyes
Rattling, yearning, weeping for the mellow
Fields, wisping sublimated, pollinated
Illuminated pods
Of tawdry light, flitting on reverbs
Praise and lost to the heavens
Marrionette blankets ripple
As I conjour thought and run
My fingers through those lively,
Springy, crispy nightmare rushes
On the banks of a quay
Out of tune in my
Dumb, deaf, blind
Brain.

One betrayal after another,
Slowly decaying the affection I had for you.
Ask for guidance and the response is always the same:
'Every rose has its thorns' - so naive and clichéd.
You were armed with more than thorns -
You had brought a knife to the fight,
The very same hidden weapon
That had been once been mine and mine alone
Until I had foolishly revealed it to you.
Plunging it into my side, you kill the tolerance
Of our faults and weaknesses,
Giving rise to the hatred that had grown behind our love.

The next day we kiss,
Remove the daggers and resurrect the love.
The bloodshed has ceased
But our scars will always remain.

I look into your eyes and I realise I’m lost
In a sea of my own deep, darkest thoughts
But the one thing that I realise from this
Is that I want you, to love and to kiss

I want to hold you in my arms at midnight
Serenade you under the moonlight
Keep you warm when it’s cold at the beach
Keep you within my heart’s reach

I just don’t know how to say this
Three simple words elude me always
That I would do anything just for one kiss
And have you beside me, for the rest of my days

I want to tickle you, to hear your sweet laugh
I want to show you the world, no matter how rough
I want give you myself, to hold and to keep
I want to die in your arms, but not let you weep

I want to keep you from harm
Although I’d be more at risk
I want to escort you by arm
To places that don’t exist

Except in our heads
But isn’t that what love is?
Just two blinded fools
Reminiscing like this

My heart bleeds for you
Despite its obvious cliché
My soul longs for you
Not to keep you away

I guess it all comes down
To these three simple words
But I find it so hard to say
I Love You

Penultimate Dummy

If this were the last time....
I know I'd love the violet-tinged hues
staining the dew-soaked petals of forget-me-nots in a wild,
unkempt, passionate garden of golden crysanthenums.
I'd appreciate the amber sunbeams casting warmth and shade
upon flat, yet peculiarly rebillious tarmac. I'd have more time to sit outside
in twilight, with tame bats winging past and dragonflies zigzagging the sky
with a buzz, seasonal.

And yet no time at all. All too soon, there'll be less to appreciate,
As trees turn grey and skeletal, looming in the background like a quiet breed
of macabre sentinels, swaying only slightly, only occasionally.
Or fiercely, as sleet and hail pound down upon sore heads and ripped umbrellas.
Terrific abyss in the solid structures,
Clinging to the sprig
as if there's someone with a ferry and a dock
and a secret password
to take me to the other side
as the wind howls
and the darkness consumes
a fiery consumption
and I fall asleep.

Bored.

Sweet irony, I suppose. That nothing's real,
And everything is. I don't wake up sometimes,
Or never have... would make more sense,
Except I remember.
I remember...

Yes, the sweet scent of pollen in the air and people sneezing, with damp grass
and not even caring about the polluting mud dripping off my left calf.
And drying. Spikes of wisping hair all over the place, catching brambles
as brambles catch those navy-purple, inky berries
that spout red blood upon the fingers and weep down creamy hands.
Splurting and bursting in sharp explosions
and poisonous, toxic.

A cautious rain and a generous sun,
Painting our canvasses,
We are done.
No work from us, but sit and wait
and watch and smell and hear
and touch
and experience,
There is no fear
except this may be our last,
Ah, we blame the past.

Last night I dreamt my world would end.
A figure cloaked in the mist that smothered all hope in the air
With faded anger and pain walked onwards silently.
Extending a single hand from the dark recesses of its robe,
It brushed a finger across the ground upon which it stood.
Leaving delicate claret trails as it caressed the surface,
A single tear fell from the infinite darkness through which it looked at the world.
Paralysed, I watched the last moments of a once innocent creature from a distance.
As if admitting defeat, the figure lay down on the untouched ground,
Fading into the mist that drowned the landscape.
Drawn to the grave of the dark shadow,
I watched the traced lines join to form words.
'What once was can never be again.'

Such an understatement
To call your rhyme stupid
I would read it again
But I'd rather choke down an aphid.

Edit: Post has been removed.

This post has been edited by Hayley95 on Jul 15 2008, 11:05 AM

I apologise in advance for this.

Found it on my notepad, where it's been for at least a year. I'm pretty sure I wrote it as an excuse to use the word 'octopodes'. Thought I might as well post it.

In The Hospital

I was lying down on that cold grey bed,
Staring up at the red ceiling of my eyelids.
Cautiously, and without trust, I tilted back my head
and pictured ventricular waves upon pale white grids.

Some kind of electrical term, now showed, these
tangled wires pressed in my skin and clipped,
The plastic coiling round my arm like octopodes,
Twisting there, their tentacles occasionally flipped.

This post has been edited by Villy Trebuchet on Aug 31 2008, 10:31 PM

Double posting, and sorta necroing... I should know better, lol. xP I just suddenly had the urge to write a poem, so here it is...

Balanced Mask

Once skimmed, a broken stone sinks down,
Slides into bed, the billowy duvet swirling.
Look up. Absolute light is surely
a contrast to deep, unbounded water.

Nothing more? It is silent, soft,
Barely breathing, for what it's worth.
Clouds of mud are spiralling up there,
As the space somehow knows to breathe a sigh
in a direction that may or may not be correct, spinning.

To breathe would be the natural thing, and likewise,
Fragments reach for something far too pure.
Knowing, of course, that it's impossible,
Yet hoping all the same. It's selfish, but...
Somehow, that can only be a good thing.

Surely the stability of that inertia is
nothing more than a delusion.
Realising this,
The stone falls below the floor.

That must be what is meant by
this untouched headache, infinity.
Maybe that, too, will one day fall.
Deathly still, but unknowingly
diving away from the light it craves,
Slowly, yes, but certain - if that exists.
Without a conscious effort, it will sleep
for forever maybe, never seriously awake.

Another fall is broken.

This post has been edited by Villy Trebuchet on Aug 21 2009, 12:19 AM

I'm going to give the official, technical title for this poem. After writing it, though, I would've called it something else, if I was just a bit braver.

University

The die's been placed, the piece's throne.
rousing, thrilling, four dogs to a bone.
surely it's chilling? three will get cold.
Slip ups based on what's been soled.

Bone dog's king, just as before.
silly dog, billy dog, didn't force war.
farcical filly dog never stood a chance.
Hangdog thing, know drama know dance.

Last dog gives up, leaves for work.
he tries and he fails and he goes beserk.
never got the sales, part of a scheme.
King lives up to his mother's dream.

Four years on from the four dogs' fight.
filly dog and billy dog are fine alright.
last little silly dog's a work-shy slob,
And king fears that he won't get a job.

This post has been edited by Villy Trebuchet on Aug 24 2009, 09:42 PM

Stasis

The whirring of the CPU
and the drumming of rain
metallic splashes on slate, red brick.
it's always the same, but
old sounds don't seem to evanesce.

brick red? even if i think those things
uncommitted, white paper grain
cartridges filled to the brim with
liquid black, a bubble of air
behind a damp glass window, trapped

somehow i know those thoughts
are important, but it's not enough
unable to commit - there is no bridge.
Broken connection between action and desire
let alone build, it's hard to break that glass.

Temporary Connection

Christ, you said, and still it rings.
A kind of cramp had forced fingers
around solid air, not that this bliss
was unwanted, sharply breathe elation.

Its power steeped in human history,
A time before, you know, that emptiness.
Resurgence now and then, convulsion,
A shocking strength, hammer-blow.

We all know I'm not religious, but it's
more powerful than some empty curse?
More history there, fantastic taboo.
Holding on to vapour, you.