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maybe she shouldn't care
about the yet unread poem she wrote

her inner most fears displayed like a nude model on canvas
ready to be gawked upon
waiting for scrutiny, dissection

in view but out of reach
as he tucks it into his pocket

bared to him
dread settles into her bones

early morning call
dawn breaks nighttime into day
a lark's lonesome song
colours change from grey to gold
the sleeping world awakens

standing alone
staring into the void of what never wasor could have been
never far away
your non-existing voice

a life continuously on hold
like stationary circles
and never-ending lines

a story, unable to unfold

we slept
rested assured

words were powerful enough to keep the world at bay
we read poems and tasted unspoken truths

we became poets
in an unmade bed

we re-imagined our own existence
more beautiful
more real

we danced and loved life without living it

how wonderful we were


Image by slightly_different from Pixabay

I should know you
we've met
I've felt your mind mingling with mine, our thoughts twirling like dancers

we must have been delirious
the dreams of dying
the taste of blood
your sky-blue eyes staring deep into mine

breathe me in, stranger
make me vanish again
in love with madness

Dying come easy

the darkness knows
it listens
   lies in wait
she's anticipated its arrival

long before love, she's felt its silent companionship
always present
just a few steps behind
the shadows whispering she was destined to ascend

shivering, barely daring to breathe
the powerful beating of her heart within
while cold hands caressing her heated skin
such strange comfort

bright eyes stare right into her soul
piercing, pleading, demanding all
the dying comes easy
the damnation does not

I touch the book-spines
imagine all the stories written inside
by simply conjuring up images and words in my mind
therefore these are my stories
which I need not even write

soft sweet words
like little fragile flowers
spring whispers winter away
tenderly touching the trees
with warm breaths

I remember now
                 the giant tree
in which we climbed high up into its crown
to watch over our Kingdom
for we were King & Queen
   we ruled

between its roots
where I found childhood dreams
secretly buried besides colorful glass marbles
I found us
  who we used to be

rage and desperation
wearing the dead like a winter coat
    keeping them close
                                 trying to warm their souls already gone

covering their graves with unshed tears
the earth a silent witness

no solace to be found
in not letting go

winter ~ dreamlike days
a pale sun sparkling on snow
the silence soothing

spring ~ earth giving birth
snow melts, flowers start to grow
life awakening

read, find your fire
confined words can set you free
the magic of books