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Mortal Love

Posted in depression, life, love, Mortal Love, personal, poetry with tags , , , on December 26, 2018 by Shadow

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List of Sins

Posted in life, love, poetry, writing with tags , , , on October 12, 2018 by Shadow

It’s when I wake and try so hard
To see how I can know,
Why I should have a list of sins
That always seems to grow.

Morning’s pure and gold delight
I brave to face a day,
With shadows ever beckoning
Why won’t they go away?

Up comes the sun to warm my heart
I try with all my might,
My sins creep in, my misery,
Then soon there comes the night.

It’s when I think and try to see
How life it seems so sly,
To lay upon my fragile hopes
An unjust hidden lie.

That when I pray and try to say
Tomorrow’s truth will hold,
Yet by the time I turn around
Another sin’s grown bold.

What can there be for my lost soul
If I can never know?
Why I should have a list of sins
That forever seems to grow.

Master of Disguise

Posted in life, love, personal, poetry, writing with tags , , , on May 5, 2018 by Shadow

I’m holding a sword now
But I’m queasy inside
I move and I’m understanding
A love that would strike me
Do I look like a knight?
Look how my veins are bleeding

Now I see it all so clear
There’s nothing in your eyes
You taught me what to be
A master of disguise

I stand at the threshold
But I can’t take a step
The truth has me down and shaking
A peace that eludes me
Am I supposed to be brave?
My desires are so aggravating

With a simple choice of words
I’m cold adrift the skies
You taught me what to be
A master of disguise

I’m facing the destruction
Exhausted I gaze
My body is an act without me
No silver lining in the clouds
Where I am supposed to go?
Into the open I’m never free

Through the crowd I’m waking
No longer am I diseased
In control I roll the dice
You taught me what I need to be
Without a soul or heart I am

A master of disguise

I-phone Love

Posted in life, love, personal, poetry, writing with tags , , on May 11, 2014 by Shadow

I phone

Endless seas spell the eternity of depth
By which my heart beat, when I saw you —
With your face in your I-phone.

I played the delicate game
To plea my love, to tell you how I felt —
While you were glued to your I-phone.

I finally got through, what a moment;
But soon I found you yelling —
“Not now, I’m on my I-phone!”

We held hands as the sunset glimmered
On the shores of sands beneath our feet —
As you were texting on your I-phone.

And when I finally got the courage,
To bring you a ring, you mumbled something —
With your I-phone keeping your gaze.

I couldn’t help myself, feeling sad,
When the doctors had to surgically remove your I-phone —
You said, “It’s not so bad, I have two hands.”

In the hospital I brought you flowers,
Hoping you were on the mend, only to find you asking —
“I thought you were bringing my I-phone?”

The Frayed Edges of Existence

Posted in love, personal, poetry, prose with tags , on July 12, 2013 by Shadow

Alone

Only one person can touch the heart, that person some call a soul mate. She’s the one you can tell, nothing else is as important, because the nights are hard to get through alone, or like, sometimes, it’s hard to make sense of my thoughts when she crosses my mind.

When fate enacted its charms, I was forced to go away, the complications so difficult to explain that an entire dissertation couldn’t cover the extent of what happened. Paradoxically, the simplest thing underscoring the whole of the matter, was how much I loved her.

An obstacle established, a circumstance pushing matters in a torrential way, a chain of events and the passing of time, and suddenly, my soul mate was gone. I had to imagine life without her, the possibility of kissing a complete stranger, someone I would never come to love, like I loved her.

The wind blows upon my path as I travel, until my bones turn to dust and I have to wonder. Why couldn’t the fates have had pity on me? Do the angels, at least, marvel at the strength it takes, to walk alone, without her? Is it a choice, that I choose to follow my path into the ice, where I finally come face-to-face with my demise, never knowing the reason why I was singled out?

Is that what I am then, a monster, forced to find someone else, when no one else will do? Having the strings that extended between you and I torn, was painful. Unresolved, I keep myself barred from the cold wind that freezes my face, bound to the isolation of the glacial path. Because where it leads me is irrelevant, for if you are not there, then where or who am I, but a weary traveler.

Unforgiven

Posted in life, love, personal, poetry, writing with tags , , , , , on May 7, 2013 by Shadow

Unforgiven

You know them, because you pass them by all the time.
Straggled like the scattered fragments of broken glass,
They are noticeable only because you know,
How you have to go.

Some blend with the soiled walls of the street,
Since they are too thin to be seen,
Their wary eyes rounded by the reception
Of a thousand hateful looks.

Sometimes a cold breeze will graze the skin
Of cheeks beneath the look of a distant memory,
When the thought of reaching out to a hand, extended,
Dissipates in the tears of painful regret.

You’ve seen this person, struggling for a friend,
Desperate for affection, from saying the wrong thing,
From believing the wrong thought, never having known,
Until it was too late — and you have to keep going
Because you know the consequences,
Of sharing a passing smile.

Somewhere they’ll turn up for the ocean salts,
To absorb the wealth of their sorrows,
Where the earth will offer the solace
That another person simply cannot.

Waves will crush against the sand,
And the gulls will glide their airy flights,
Passing at times in front of the sun.

But when the frigid night arrives,
When the myriad stars rain down their hollow sounds,
Do they herald the shades of those who are forgotten,
Unforgiven?

When You Dump Me

Posted in life, love, personal, poetry, writing with tags , on March 16, 2013 by Shadow

Albatross

When you dump me it will be done
And I will go away
You will never have to see me
Past, present or future, or any other day

When you dump me I will understand
To do so will be so easy
And you will be quite happy
And I will feel so queasy

When you dump me you can have your new lover
I promise not to ruin the fun
I promise not to seek you out
And shoot you with a gun

When you dump me you can move on
What a hold back I must have been
Annoying like a little puppy dog
In your way like some grotesque sin

When you dump me I might hurt
But I know that’s not your concern
You’ve gotten what you needed
It’s for me to feel the burn

When you dump me you can wash your hands
Free from the dreaded ordeal
Sweep up the mess and get on with your life
My vanishing will not seem so unreal

When you dump me you will cheer
That it’s all finally over and done
You’ll think of me as that nasty mistake
A nuisance that was finally overcome

When you dump me I will move on
In quite the opposite direction
No need to worry or fear
No sights of my sorry complexion

When you dump me you’ll feel so alive
I’ll hurry so you can get going
To live how you want without troubles
To be without my love or its showing

When you dump me I won’t forget
Now I get how the world’s not to give
How the disfigurement that comes with loving
Is no way for someone to live