Je T'aime BienA history that we both know starves me, for this love unrequited Breaks illustriously across the night sky A band of subsequence Tags hang in the back lofts Black with tangled gold starsJe T'aime Bien
A heart turned to green Aching us apart seemingly Where rain hitting the window, your face Blends loneliness with dreams Submitting into all colours not gray Of your shaded voice down the line
Floated memories taken back Daydreams as red became erubescent. Waves turmoil underneath our place of peace Wrapped in a cautionary blanket tucked between our s
Hauntingly Swept AwayMuch I have taught a mind twinkling And many a diamond in the mire seen Under the meagre gravestone traversed tearing under tree roots rips a soul A journey of rediscovery to be released Upon the spiritual voice held inside And, still did I trip upon words of time Till I felt the unusual grip of another person's greeting on this transcendental hearthHauntingly Swept Away
For MurphA sermon given in honour of ‘poor’ Murph’ Such did they remember him, a Qulin Yellow dragon crouching in the cemetery A vampire of knowing Space and timeFor Murph
Both a place in the cemetery A solo man, dark rider ‘Murph’ gives orders Let the Qulin fright me with fire and the vampire with sword
The attendees forsakenly ask of more devilish motive Than they say ‘was a fall from Grace’ At Murph’s wake ‘How could he do it?’ ‘Why did he do it?’ but there was no change.
A fierce dragon was he that chased free T
the promise(The promise)the promise
One day you walked away when my loving gaze Was extinguished again I stood till you had shaken the dust And my bland heel compulsively retrieved the breath Of a pursuant taste but left as a withering flower wondering about you And you are rippling with pride when we walk together ‘I love you in lust’ she said ‘let my love reach your heart’ ‘It is your words that stopped me from letting you go’ ode to thee Twa’s a repelling state I staid in till you walked back to me To be around you with cautious appeal sets my senses On the dyi
The Cynical Remnant The Cynical RemnantThe Cynical Remnant
I should write about laughter But I can’t seem to smile I would write about moments If I could find the time I should write about friends But it seems that I have none I should write to my family But I haven't one I could write about mourning If I had tears to cry I would write about truth But there are so many lies I could write about courage If I ever faced my fears I could write about kindness Though I haven't seen some in years I could write about memories If I could only remember I could
| What to tell... I feel I have stumbled across this site. That's no suck just a misgiving. DeviantART... I cannot tell you about myself... no smarties... no art... a small town country australia girl, that's all. Hope my poetry leaves you with a little something today. |
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