Gone is Forever

Crashing in...
Displaced...

Forgiveness fills the mind...

Twinkling on time...

Dispensed on a dime...

Leading down the windy road...

Glitter filled remorse...

Burrowing...

Only to be reborn...

Into another realm forgotten...

Forgotten love...

Forgotten tomorrows...

Forgotten yesterdays...

Maintaining a sense of stability...

On a thin layer of insecurity...

Silencing lips...

Sounding the heart...

Pulsating in the night...

Beaten by the dawn...

Is forever gone? 

Lioness of Darkness

I've loved before...
Only gracing the superficial layers of the heart...
Being the sacrificial lamb...
Contending the feelings...
Appeasing the mind...
Never truly giving....
Never truly taking...
Never truly knowing...
Existence of scars so deep...
Penetrating the depths...
Masking the heart...
One strip at a time...
Peeling the wanderer...
Miraculous in his touch...
Angelic in his search...
Patronizing my heart...
Creating new dreams...
Shining untried light...
Dulling the darkness casted on this lioness.

Curse of Love

Shiny night...
Promising of old tomorrows...
Dancing on stars shadows...
Glistening on the moons cavity...
Holding near...
Piercing through stair...
Eyes gracing lover's...
Capturing the hue of the night...
Lust of the dawn...
Bracing for waves of emotions...
Flooding cores...
Titillated exuberance...
Tingling spines...
One wrong move and we collide...
Losing lust in stride...
We pried...
We graced...
We spaded...
Looking for more than the effect...
In retrospect...
Lust was dispersed...
Long before love's curse.

Repression

Emotional repression...
Guiding aimlessly...
Down the same murky corridor...
Leading straight into a jacket...
Trussing expectations...
Discarded like waste...
Intricately placed...
In this bed of disgrace...
Lies remnants of suppression...
Years of looking...
Years of blinding...
Years of faking...
Years of losing...
Pieces of me...
In the wasteland of emotions...
Never knowing how to feel...
Never knowing how to love...
Never knowing love...
Always aching to feel...
Always aching to love...
Drowned by others desire...
Rescued by escaping...
Boundaries placed on my heart...
Now only existent in the graveyard of lost souls.

Whisperings of Interrogations - Sunday Scribblings

To and fro...
Tree blows...
Tiny pieces...
Tossed around.

I've called upon your silence...
Humming along to your screams...
Gingerly singing to me...
Daunting me with shrills.

Nightmares filled with wishes...
Sipping...
Swallowing...
Cascading down vines.

Warm bundles...
Feelings of emptiness fondled...
Found to time's motorcade...
Shaded areas decorating the mind.

Never knowing truth...
Always seeking abstract...
In hopes of distracting...
Senses from consciousness.

Final Cut

The justice in poetics...

Numbing aphrodisiac...

Transpired out of fiction...

Bloomed in romantic satire...

Heroine greets tragedy...

Justly and humbly...

Rebounding infinitely...

In the quest of the Gods...

Spinning uncontrollably...

The pounding of her heart...

Segues into the final cut...

Directed to annihilation...

Bowing counterfeit reproductions...

Casted by shadows of mirrors...

In the dressing room of thought...

Veils the director's final cut.

From the Draw

Still in movement...

Wind blustery...

Capturing scents...

Displaced aromas...

Wafting in memory...

Roses glistening in dew...

Petals floating...

Slowly and steadily...

As thoughts disperse in my mind...

Distant memories of time lost...

Found with each petal's descent...

A dew drop smashes to the ground...

Splashing memories all around...

Ricochet pedaling forward...

Praying all that was...

Will remain undone...

All the petals have fallen...

Tearing pieces of the heart...

Missing you from the draw.