At last, we have found us; let the poetry flow 'tween our entwined souls and our eyes reflect the passion of every word we write.Let us bleed freedom and cast off our mortal cage, for heaven awaits us, to grace its page.
Gracious Words.
Like winter’s serrated breath through
the crystalline veins of the Black Willow,
hollow bones tremble neath
the weight of misplaced whispers.
The haunting hush reverberates
within me, filling the emptiness
like some dark cancerous lullaby;
killing me softly and to the beat of your heart.
As tears weep from sobbing wrists
my fading thoughts carry you with me;
to rest, to peace, together
tonight;
I let you go.
Like winter’s serrated breath through
the crystalline veins of the Black Willow,
hollow bones tremble neath
the weight of misplaced whispers.
The haunting hush reverberates
within me, filling the emptiness
like some dark cancerous lullaby;
killing me softly and to the beat of your heart.
As tears weep from sobbing wrists
my fading thoughts carry you with me;
to rest, to peace, together
tonight;
I let you go.
I asked for a kiss
and kiss me she did;
with lips pressed firmly
on my own.
Intensifying
with every rotation
swirling like a cyclone
she was consuming me;
pushing me under.
I was drowning
in her incoming tides
And as she howled at the moon
I could steal breath;
the beast had been freed
and it tasted like heaven.
I asked for a kiss
and kiss me she did;
with lips pressed firmly
on my own.
Intensifying
with every rotation
swirling like a cyclone
she was consuming me;
pushing me under.
I was drowning
in her incoming tides
And as she howled at the moon
I could steal breath;
the beast had been freed
and it tasted like heaven.
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I am oatmeal and raisins,
He ate me for breakfast for about a spoonful then he left me to spoil,
He is a sucker for strawberries and I am plain. I am not enough.
There are more secrets inside my ribs, but my mouth won’t offer them.
His ears won’t listen; they are hearing the moans of other mouths.
I sleep on the other end; the bed is broken on the other side, I guess I’m not the only who is half.
We used to lay there. We used to.
I wear a white cotton night gown. I am not satin but I can be blue,
I can be worth his time when the moon is up, but I wake up alone and that is lonelier than Venus without the moon.
He is a black hole, and I am not light. I am a head under a yellow bulb.
I am no fireworks on a holiday; I just lie, waiting for my eyes to be cleared.
I want to see the truth: His hands are rocks, my mouth is made of stone, and we crush each other.
We scatter the pieces,
I’m the only one who is left broken.
I stay.
Submitted by: atreacherousword
She shoulders the weight
of his expectations.This is his cross to bear
yet he’s crucified her.Damned to submission
regret weeps crimson
tears from willing fleshSilence slices secrets
soul deep but release
is only temporary.She bleeds, he feeds
and all concealed by
false pretence and
painted smiles.She is his saviour
yet his grip perpetually
tightens.Release will come but
not by his hand.A single, misjudged
stroke will take the
decision from her;then she will fly.
to cherish and adore
oh no
for this is not my calling.
I’m the guy
that picks up the shattered
remnants of broken love
and redistributes them to those
who need it most.
I can’t mend a broken heart
but I can make it feel whole again,
to feel love again
but always someone else.”
(Source: graciouswrods, via graciouswords)
