My poetry
Dec 11, 2010 22:02:19 GMT -8
Post by Lady of Himring on Dec 11, 2010 22:02:19 GMT -8
Most of the poetry I write is absolutely weird. I do have some moments here and there in which I write about sunshine and rainbows. Anyway, here's a little bit:
Without
Without any stories left,
Without any unmarked graves,
Without any more loving illusions to give.
How can I sing at dawn?
In my most forgotten of oblivions
Lays the wilted flower
Of an eternal night.
Lethal
A soft whisper in the wind blows
The left-over crumbs of the day.
A gesture and a step of
A moment
Silently
Carved in time,
In the crevices of my eyes.
Firm I stand beneath the wind,
Firm I stand beneath the wind,
As a weapon born within you
It cuts
It kills.
Soft skins and poor light,
Wild instincts and your genesis…
Loving your profundity
I drown inside of you,
In trance I wait for you.
I have named you
Temple of my anxiety.
We resort to
Mutual Hurt
As dawn enfold us.
It cuts
It kills.
Close your eyes, tell me,
Are we still alive?
Because it cuts
And it kills.
Lost Legend
A fake legend walks silently amongst us
Tattooed in crimson silk is,
Lost within a city of echoes.
Let me tell you, I love you still
We are looking for a way back to purity
And it lays within an imaginary castle
Surrounded by a nostalgic river of blue.
Platinum sky glitters
A light breeze softly blows,
A forgotten time of you near me
I surrender
To your lovely memory
Thinking of a love long gone;
A strange look creeps into your
Wondering eye. A blink and you’re gone.
My angel wings gone,
There are no more screams or prayers
And I forget you and look up to the sun
But let me tell you, I love you still.
***
If anyone is intrested in reading more, I have stuff in my blogspot (click on my website on profile) and a recently created lj, here: Roses For Tonight
Without
Without any stories left,
Without any unmarked graves,
Without any more loving illusions to give.
How can I sing at dawn?
In my most forgotten of oblivions
Lays the wilted flower
Of an eternal night.
Lethal
A soft whisper in the wind blows
The left-over crumbs of the day.
A gesture and a step of
A moment
Silently
Carved in time,
In the crevices of my eyes.
Firm I stand beneath the wind,
Firm I stand beneath the wind,
As a weapon born within you
It cuts
It kills.
Soft skins and poor light,
Wild instincts and your genesis…
Loving your profundity
I drown inside of you,
In trance I wait for you.
I have named you
Temple of my anxiety.
We resort to
Mutual Hurt
As dawn enfold us.
It cuts
It kills.
Close your eyes, tell me,
Are we still alive?
Because it cuts
And it kills.
Lost Legend
A fake legend walks silently amongst us
Tattooed in crimson silk is,
Lost within a city of echoes.
Let me tell you, I love you still
We are looking for a way back to purity
And it lays within an imaginary castle
Surrounded by a nostalgic river of blue.
Platinum sky glitters
A light breeze softly blows,
A forgotten time of you near me
I surrender
To your lovely memory
Thinking of a love long gone;
A strange look creeps into your
Wondering eye. A blink and you’re gone.
My angel wings gone,
There are no more screams or prayers
And I forget you and look up to the sun
But let me tell you, I love you still.
***
If anyone is intrested in reading more, I have stuff in my blogspot (click on my website on profile) and a recently created lj, here: Roses For Tonight