Rose So Beautiful You Hid Your Thorns January 21, 2010
Posted by fallenelegy in Poetry.Tags: life, loneliness
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when all the flowers of summer started fading
trees shed leaves and hardened thorns exposing
i never expected you would leave me bleeding
to brood with angst and grief i am now feeling
every winter the moon i likened your face to is smiling
sardonically as i tuck my coat tight shivering
when i count stars with my again lonely self laying
on the grass white misty and dewdrops freezing
my paradise in eden you left desecrated and appalling
your sweetest honey burns my meat from deep and piercing
thorns left me bleeding poison from your ritual of draining
i am weak and chained with no hopes for another rising
when summer rises a promethean hell keeps my flesh chained and tearing
blinded by pain i sense from afar the games you are playing
dancing on ice and stealing glances countless shy kisses connecting
your last dance i know not because my knives are not for stabbing
Nocturnal Illusions November 1, 2009
Posted by fallenelegy in Poetry.Tags: emotional, illusions, life, Random
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make me show it all
the pain i burn deep inside
answer him for my final call
where i stand i cannot decide
let his glory be my salvation
let it be my soothing ointment
pain shall be my imagination
fade away my disappointment
make me show it all
the brightness of my desire
help me before my fall
call him to light my fire
make me show it all
the craving i had for him
on the floor when i sprawl
blankness is all at whim
nocturnal delusions
is it all the illusions
burning me from the inside
help me just decide
Insomnia October 23, 2009
Posted by fallenelegy in Poetry.Tags: boredom, insomnia, life
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radio static oozing from ear buds
long since stations went to sleep
still that elusive feeling
of drowsiness fails to come
into the deepest oceans of dark
eyes plunge to cover and bury
nocturnal illusions mind plays
to distance the numbness of sleep
hours and minutes are frozen
on a phosphorous glow of a clock face
seconds count with an audible tick
slowly leads to madness of another
tired dawn when stations greet morning
and the hapless cycle continues
Bottled Emotions October 19, 2009
Posted by fallenelegy in Poetry.Tags: dark, doom, emotional
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on a faded photograph
hanging on my darkened wall
i see your saddest smile
from where i stand
i watch for a glimpse
of a wink in your blurry eyes
a dusty bed spreads by my side
wrinkles on yellowish sheets, a telltale sign
of how i grabbed your hair
and threw you down on it
when emotions flew from a bottle
to a dooming rhythm i played my hand
i let myself touch those undone sheets
a creeping door echoes my emotional plight
i let my feet walk the walk
coz my mind is too dark to guide
to the stairs you ran down for cover
slipped to where now your grave lies
decayed bones mark a faint outline
of your broken figure i fear to glance
i’m trapped as a ghost, lost of all desire
now all alone with my frail mind craving
for nothing in a room full of empty bottles
i stand watching at the stairs
where it all ended as it began
a faded photograph
can’t distance me from . . .
A Life To Die For May 14, 2009
Posted by fallenelegy in Poetry.Tags: emotional, love, lure, unsure
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suddenly sometimes ago in my past
an angel showed me a distant light
took my hand and whispered softly
urged to search for solace in light
i was her lusty firefly
craved for her fragrant light
fell for the burning flame inside
fated to writhe on my ashed wings
it tore my heart into strings
which strummed the words i wrote
burned the blood when it still moved
which now flows from the holes in me
everything was way out of touch
a feeling that i once loved
never believed that i was again capable
of falling in love with the hated love
for you i said those words
and i mean that i will do so
“every tear of yours is worth the smiles
of a life i wished to die for”
Feelings For Rain April 24, 2009
Posted by fallenelegy in Poetry.Tags: boredom, dreams, rain
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another rainy day to be wasted inside
still wonder why the raindrops splatter
making puddles in the clay roads outside
should have drenched some other land that matter
boredom can’t be cured by a bleary cursor
of a dusty old computer screen
rain calls for eerie sense of a looser
when the sun would have called for a ball team
they would have played out in the sun
with laughter and heartfelt smiles to shine
it was just ok to have some fun
but this drizzle broke dreams and more plans than fine
sun should have called the beauties out
should have dragged them to a park on a date
rain broke plans made them complain and doubt
made another day wasted on bed with a wet taste
A Raid On A Seaport March 21, 2009
Posted by fallenelegy in Poetry.Tags: desolution, lure, mystery, sea, war
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look into me what you can see now
deep branches of my heart rooted to the soil
how i ended up this way i wonder how
from a vacant point let me shed my foil
how you reached my shore is a far fetched mystery
how we entwined in tears is a heartfelt misery
behind the lines of brazen shores they fought
enemies of you and me for their utmost agony
does the crimson skies shed a drop of doubt
in the name of red oceans crying for my bloody glory
their cries drowned in the ocean howl
your sword slashed countless creatures foul
into the ocean burning ships shed their charred ash
behind the crimson sphere on our decaying skies
does the flames leave a thought to dash
about the souls now burning in our pyre of lies
let fallen souls curse us in a glaring hiss
but let our last embrace end in a warm kiss
my blood i pledged to you in your name
let the oceans claim you back to where you belong
every drop of blood you shed enhanced my shame
my numb remains are now rooted to the soil i belong
The Sacrifice February 11, 2009
Posted by fallenelegy in Poetry.Tags: dark, fallen, mystery
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the wheel keeps turning on
churning lives under it’s hold
as days and nights passes by
there is a story never before told
a long time ago on a moonlit night
someone holding a lantern tight
entered a dim lit cave
somewhere by a dark vale
was trying not to tremble
wanted to meet the ensemble
gathered together for a rite
to ask for forgiveness at the site
there was shapes holding torches
and there was flowing speeches
there was also an order
to sacrifice the offender
someone was bound by an altar
someone held candles to the brightest star
and chanted mystic words to a masked god
while on the altar someone burned
the wheel keep turning around
while the wind blows down
life perish on forgotten altars
forgotten even by those prayed upon
Equus February 10, 2009
Posted by fallenelegy in Poetry.Tags: freedom, lure
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a glorified plain in a deep shade of orange
is a spreading valley far beyond the horizon
to a new dawn behind the setting sun
a beaten path leads on to forage
on enchanted valleys far ahead
riding on the path instinct showed
running fast along the beaten road
strength is the scent of the evening tide
which leads the crowd back to rest
echoes on water a predator’s soft ride
scenting for a fresh prey in to a test
waiting for a call from the moon
to know that the pack is on hunt
lead heads rout the crowd soon
before the weak succumbs to the hunt
freedom is the color on the skies
hoofs sound in the flowing water
as they run for shade together
far away from the predator’s reaches
wind flows through their golden mane
the valley is their possession
far from the hunter’s obsession
pride is the gleam in their eyes
Vortex (Memories Of A Ghostly Encounter) February 10, 2009
Posted by fallenelegy in Poetry.Tags: broken, life, promise
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her name is what i write on water
and does she know my feelings for her
i just cannot hold my breath further
if it was another place we would end up together
my thoughts drown in a spinning vortex
all my memories of her favorite smile
it is her face i tried to draw on sand
before my mind went totally blank
she was too fragile to touch
she was too far away to kiss
only a promise of a distant meeting
kept me going for so long
now i want to drown in a spinning vortex
and will she ever recognize me
if i was in plain sight for her to see
i just cannot leave and say so let it be
because i’m deep into the vortex which is me
i just cannot hold my breath further
we should have end up together
