Anxious Are The Dead

Author: Delphine Devos Author URL: Title: Golden Touch Year: 2008 Source: Flickr Source URL: License: Creative Commons Attribution License License Url: License Shorthand: CC-BY

You came to me last night.  It’s been so very long since such tenderness with a beautiful smile has sought me out.  I saw the love in your eyes. A love promised to so very long ago swearing to be forever true for always. None-the-less, to see you once more was a welcomed distraction.

It’s been too long. Seeing you there teasing with your eyes has resurrected a hollow heart.  I longed to speak with you, to touch you but the chance fate wouldn’t allow. Instead you faded into the crowd and I allowed it to be so. Perhaps I’m frightened of things that might be said. Or maybe I’ve forgotten how tender you once were.

I must apologize for that.

Here you’ve come such a long way to grant me your precious smile only to be compensated with the vulgarities of dreadful memories. Yet you appear once more before the conclusion and my souls elated,my senses quickened.

Thank you.

Oh my love how I miss you so. Life has been such a burden since I last saw you. Why can’t I dream of being in your arms while listening to the heartbeat that once soothed? These lucid images quickly become clouded making it difficult to focus on your angelic face. Chaos surrounds when serenity shines straight at me and yet I’m unable to bask in its glory.

If there is a next time, please take my hand. I want to feel some part of you, if only for a moment to prove your existence once graced this orb called home. You completed me and now I’m left here alone and broken into irreparable pieces imploring to be fixed. But the debris is so fragmented that is unlikely I’ll ever be a whole again.

Last night comforted a restless mind now that I know you wait for me. If truth be told, I don’t wish to hold on any longer. Life without you is torment and isn’t living at all. It’s too hard. With you, it was never hard. Contentment is pretend and it’s becoming more and more difficult with each passing hour. Soon there won’t be enough left of me to care.

You are gone, taken right before mine eyes. And life, well hard or not, life goes on.

Please visit again soon, my love. Yes, it is bittersweet but most welcome on this mundane journey. It is you that I covet. My husband. My lover. My best friend.

With all the love that I have…..

Sapphire Eyed Rave

You haunted my dreams again last night. Showing me yet again things that will never be. Things that should have been.

Although this time, the aspect of the vision was different. I welcomed the essence of you and it was comforting. Nothing like before when you began forcing your way into my consciousness. I’d resist, but your ascendancy compelled me to surrender.

In the beginning your memory pained the core of my being. The very thought of you stung my eyes with salty tears. Wanting and left with doubt, I was always filled with regret.

But how is it possible to regret what isn’t real? It isn’t meant to be. At least not with me.

Now you are a welcomed invasion as I secretly miss the significance of you. Your curled, blackened hair and eyes so blue that even the ocean’s depths couldn’t possibly propagate such a beautiful embodiment.

But I did. In my mind. From where all truths and lies are hidden far away from everyone. A place that nestles unspoken wants, desires, fears, and avocations that may or may not have happened. That is knowledge that only I own.

False or not, I love you. In a way that only I can. The melancholy of the monologue is demanding, as only my riddles of reality can sometimes be.

I now welcome your sweet break from realities cruel sting. As the ghost of what might have been gently takes me to the other side. If, only for a dreams sake. Whatever that may be.

Not Forsaken Growing Old (A Famous Poem Re-written for NaPoWriMo)

Give this life away till weep!
And, I’m drowning tears a streak,
So rare to hush my speech:
Life makes waves crushing souls
In our hearts are gaping holes;
Nay I see lights golden hue
Coming back with something true,
 real or not, time is up,
 reality just lost its plot?
None to real so I’m told
Not forsaken growing old.
You dance on top my grave
My life you did not save,
Say not buried six feet deep
My soul’s not to keep-  
So sad! Left all alone  
Still alive not yet of bone,
Out I’m thrown-Out I’m thrown!
Helpless! why no one cares
To my death they stare?
Helpless! why no one strains
Stop me from going insane?
Nothing is real so I’m told
Not forsaken growing old. 

A Dream Within a Dream

by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow:
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep 
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Unspoken Lies

DSC02342/Izabella Jagiello


Elation falls lazy I be,


Laze around that entails.


Zeal boy!


Lineal not like zeta that shall elate,


Zany to near boil should the boat float lazily.


The zealot drowned by lien in a thin line,


Eaten by loyal goers in the biz.


Neatly is written the bio forced down nail driven forever,


Bye nothing left alone not for any.


Bile comes, Nay!


A long tail dark as ebony,


Tali broken of course boney it is too much.


Laity exerts as bone converts to oat colored dust,


Written is the byline for truths bent to please.


Unspoken lies run oily not to obey,


Collected like lint going nowhere stored like bytes.


Valid as a lions hunger elevated settling in loins not of nobly men,


Tie ones heart by bony lite imbeciles.


Shackled down on tile dreaming of admired inlets,


Rude reality slams its fist on the table to belay those dreams.


Anger to blaze not in a single lane,


I leant when night is not late.


Yon a tale is sung but not for me,


Beauty possessed is only settled on the Nile.