Mar 5, 2009

Under


Under the water I can’t see no light.
Under the graveyard there is no delight.
Under the sky there’s no anything new.
Under the moon there’s no shine, there’s no you.

Over the water I live with no breath.
Over the sand I walk silent like death.
Over my heart there’s no flesh and no bones.
Over my heart there’s just dust and the stones.

Under the touch of your skin I could breathe,
Under the feel of your lips I could live.
Under your gaze, and that sigh you would heave…
Under the ghost of your presence I grieve.

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Jan 23, 2009

Fear - poem


Coming back for what you've lost,
Fumbling with the iron locks.
Everything that you held dear
Slipped away with aching fear.

Nothing in this place makes sense,
Nothing holds up your defense.
And your only hope is fear
That she wouldn't hold you dear.


P.S. Oh. My. God. What the hell is wrong with me?! I don't even read poetry. Why the hell do I write it?..

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Dec 21, 2008

Fools' September - poem



Every promise you can't keep,
A drop of blood on thy full lip.
Every moment of desire
Is the most you'll taste of fire.
And a lie that sure would slip
Is the same on which you'll trip.



Believe it or not, that is actually a poem about love.
It's not jolly, but then again, sometimes love isn't either.
At some point the meaning behind "fools in love" is just
that people are fools, and their love is no longer love.
It doesn't last forever.

Fools' September is what I wanted to call that time when
your love slips through your fingers, taking the warmth
that's been keeping your feelings alive with it.

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