Friday, October 26, 2012

The darkness inside

Wallpapers Gothic - Fantasy - Photo : 127153 http://goo.gl/dCbRx
how hard and painful is to hide
the darkness that you breathe inside?
your empty arms each scary night
betray your inner  fight

your numbered days all stand in row
around you weeds of sorrow grow
and in the corner of your eyes
blood tears of love's cruel lies

last hope faints fast like crescent moon
the rose of love withered so soon!
his lips that you will never kiss
your heart will always miss


Monday, October 22, 2012

She once loved an unworthy man

Women Gothic Wallpaper Abyss http://goo.gl/7P49H

She once loved an unworthy man
that stole her heart away
she met her death one moonless night
they said "farewell..."  next day

Now comes,a creature of the night
no beating in her chest
accursed to walk this earth alone
her soul to find no rest 

She mourns in shadows sighing deep
cold darkness is her friend
a ghost eternally in love
a sorrow with no end...

Sunday, October 21, 2012

You don't die of a broken heart

Broken Heart, by @*evil-bunny at  deviantART http://goo.gl/gvX2
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You may feel sad
And deadly cold 
Outcast, forgotten 
Useless, old 
You may feel bad
And torn apart
But you don't die of a broken heart




You give your life
You lose your time
Break into pieces 
Is love a crime?
They promise love
You play your part
But you don't die of a broken heart




Then, one late night
Starless and dark
You pray to God
To spare your mark
No one has loved you 
Time to depart 
That's how you die of a broken heart... 

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Stitching a heart

First you take a sharp needle made of memories
you must be careful so it has a point cutting both ways
for all the good moments that couldn't have lasted
for all your mistakes, or others's
then
strong threads of regrets
you will need a lot of those
in different sizes, all kinds of sizes
short , long, too short, too long
depending on your failures and the falls they followed

then you must break the armor around your heart
that shiny one, heavy with fears, and shattered hopes
that armor you have chosen years ago
after that, your heart stands naked
full of wounds, others light like purple bruises
others deep, still bleeding,
as if they almost have costed your life, 
once.... 
no anaesthetic, no painkiller
this work has to be done, soldier
the war is not over

You start from the deepest 
the one close to the centre
the one that bears marks of love, 
pain and desperation

you start the stitching
clumsy and inadequate
clearly not a work of art, 
but this is a time of war, 
and war doesn't wait for artistry

You stitch faster, this wound must close
no time to waste in silly stupid reveries
this is a time of war
soon you will have to face another blow
who knows how deep it will be

So, you go on stitching
After a while, you no longer feel the pain 
you no longer bleed that much
from the needle to the hole of your heart
pulling the thread , closing the gap
No time to feel anymore

It Is Accomplished... 


submitted to @dVersePoets Open Link Night~67

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Torture

gothic art from @phatpuppy ©
http://facebook.com/phatpuppyartist


it always starts with a burn down your throat
a liquid longing going down reaching your heart
slowly you start to suffocate
yearning for the air of his breath
into your lungs
his fingers exploring your back
as you turn to search for his lips...
a kiss may be a lethal thing, you know

And then,  the parody of the eternal innuendos
countless placked out daisies on the field of your heart
"he loves me...he loves me not..."
finally the "not" becomes a knot around your arteries
you are scared, but not yet...
a fire starts to caress your paper skin
right there...
and then the pain
and the taste of blood inside your mouth
when you bite your lips
wanting to rip off the spot where his fire touched you...
poor woman in love, in vain
for a moment only
for a fraction of cracked time
you had a passing shadow , a little more than the sway of a feather
the memory of passion took you for its eternal prisoner
you try to erase it
like the stain that remains after you have killed all the dreams behind you
it is useless to resist
the mark of Love
will burn your soul skin

forever

Searching

photo at  Postcards from the Dungeon  http://goo.gl/aY932
I dance into the night
with my eyes to the stars
searching for a pair of broken wings
a conscious sinner to the bone
a lost traveler dreaming of a forgotten path
my flesh still palpitates,
its beating veins and blood and heart
tuned to an ancient rhythm

Frightened and cold
I missed my fate eons ago
but am still walking on this earth
with no destination, only love's light
dim and untouchable, 
always elusive escaping through my fingers
to remind me of my soul cut in two
searching for its wings.....

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Lost in your eyes



"Oh, Eros, the conqueror in every fight,
Eros, who squanders all men’s wealth,
who sleeps at night on girls’ soft cheeks,
and roams across the ocean seas
and through the shepherd’s hut—
no immortal god escapes from you,
nor any man, who lives but for a day.
And the one whom you possess goes mad...."
                                 Antigone, by Sophocles



I get lost in your eyes
I fall into an endless vertigo
You know i want you
You know my heart sings when you are near
Slowly at first
Just a whisper
Like the first drops of autumn rain
Then louder 
A  love song screaming in silence

I get lost in your eyes
I dont know how deep
It goes, this longing
I beg for a piece of my reason back
I beg for an exclamation point
Behind your question mark
I am transparent 
Like april melting snow 
You break all my sanity
With one look

I want you to write your name on my skin
i want you to explore my lips with insane kisses
I want you to do to me things untold
I want to fracture time , to erase space
But am just a helpless leaf in the wind
When you sweep me off my feet
When you claim my life
When you have me at your mercy breathless
I jump into your abyss in Faith, praying...

     May God have mercy
      on my Heart... 

A Wish

Soulmates, by Helena Reznikova 
Love me
take me into your soul
like an orphaned child
like a cloud wandering over this Earth
Love me

My heart spells your name
synchronized in the flow of your blood
i was waiting for you
my mutilated soul
still felt you
as if you were a part of me
like one feels a missing leg or a missing hand
that is no longer there
but how do you feel a missing heart?....

the first time i saw you
i was drowned inside your memories
the knowledge came swift like a storm
the truth that i was you and you were me
a long time ago

Now  light caresses my frozen shadow
darkness reaches out to swallow me
showing its sharp teeth

a  whole with no end

Save me
Love me
Remember me....


Friday, October 5, 2012

Never fly away



"If I know what love is, it is because of you. Love me without fear. Trust me without questioning. Need me without demanding. Want me without restrictions. Accept me without change. Desire me without inhibitions. For a love so free will never fly away."

 ~Anonymous

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Blessed is the Wind

photo at http://goo.gl/eDR9n

Blessed is the Wind
that blows beyond this endless sea
between us, touching you
one mad rushing wirlwind
Blessed is the wind

Blessed is the Light
that falls in sunrays
and moonbeems over you
kissing your soul at night
Blessed is the Light

Blessed is the Earth
that holds your footsteps
and your body gently
so proud that gave you birth
Blessed is the Earth

Blessed is the Rain
that sings the misty aching
of my loving heart to you
so many miles away carring my pain
Blessed is the Rain

Cursed is my  Love
doomed to be lost in winds
and rays and rain drops
away from you, a lost white dove
Oh! cursed is my love!

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Thornbird

photo from  http://goo.gl/z9zXt
Deep silence fills the gray forgotten land
This night the moon lays softly down and hears
a thornbird hidden singing in the strand
chasing away all shadows with its tears 
Sweet song emerging from the scented green 
never before heard in a life time whole
Oh child of pain! always breathing unseen
breaking the Heart and torturing the Soul
All of your life exchanged for one last song
terrible and unique true proof of Love
paying with death the gift of loving long
given from God in grace through skies above
Doomed in your blood, forsaken and forlorn,
to find the hardest and most sharpest thorn...

Monday, October 1, 2012

Autumn

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satin autumn leaves
silently counting the miles - 
my road leads to you