Poetry
Lost letter
Symphonies took the shape of letters when the pen touched paper's skin so gracefully
Shifting over the surface to create various symbols
As they formed sentences, each embraced by a simple dot to mark their end
An end that gets followed up by new characters
Until its author gives up on their meaning
Forming a message to the one they so dearly long to see
Envelope closed
The lack of a stamp suddenly made the note lose its purpose
Pointless but validly, the lines of symbols dance in the wind
As their meaning drifts into nothingness
What's left of us
Carve hash words into my skin with your gracious words
Use your soothing voice and leave bleeding wounds on my body
Never let another be marked by you the way you marked me
Leave the cuts and claim me to be yours
Because our souls can't be away from each other
My spirit can't be left ripped from its other half
Don't leave a broken piece with me
Take it all and leave me empty
Leave me
With only your mark
Your trace as the only thing left of me
The me that was yours
As you left the rest and it dissolved
The only thing left of me
You
Your marks
Yours
Dear Mrs. Moon
Moon
The moon reflects her beauty through my window tonight
Elegant streaks of shadowed moonlight
My curtains forming a pass way for them to show their alluring appearance
While millions of miles away, her light's source tries its best to reach her full body
Trying to enlighten every single corner
As time goes on and the moon grows fuller and fuller
And her charming physique mirrors onto my retina
I drown in her complete presence
Only to get pulled back to consciousness when a new moon arrives
And the cycle closes its repetitive duty
Hold my hand
Holding hands
Innocent yet intimate
Intimacy out of pure care and love
A gentle touch of your palm's embrace around mine
Fingers tangling to braid loving vows
Never letting go of that grip that promises me unconditional warmth
Let my fingertips caress your velvety hands
As coldness takes over our surrounding
And turns comforting breezes into cutting winds
Make your hands fit like gloves around mine
And allow me to never take them off
Winter’s effects
Dead's breeding flowers ‘til they're ready for exposure and show the beauty they can grow to be
and before gratitude can be shown and love can be given
winter has let down her worries and coats colored grounds white as the last flowers perish and trees release their last fall breath
blank and overwhelmingly empty like a brand new canvas before kissing their first caress of paint
the grace of freezing winds opening their arms to embrace the landscape that was taken over by winter's elegance
dancing breezes seeking comfort in the contrast of the love and hate others feel for their sharply cutting iciness
and as it all settles in and melts into its destined mold
numbing silence can make its noise once again
Vulnerable
Removed your fragile harness
And noticed your scarred face
Your body was still trembling
Injured on its way
Then when the skies get gloomy
And night expels the day
I found exhausted eyes
Looking to escape
But I was there to hold you
To keep you in your place
Your spot between my arms
Yours, is my embrace
Crossing
I've been standing at the edge
The edge where everything seems to end
The place everything begins at the same time
There where death and life cross each other
And overlap to create the unknown
A space that is undefined
It has no title, no name
A familiar yet unfamiliar feeling washing over me
A feeling so numb, it might just not be there at all
An edge with no border or sequel
Terrified of going in
Too tired to stay on the side
The dark taking over
The light pushing further
A grey spot in nothingness
Held in the palms of life and death themselves
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Songs of a soul
I prefer creating poems rather than songs
For they flow easier from my mind
Constructions of words forming their own unique symphony
Rather than a pattern that threatens to repeat itself
Although I'd do anything to have that gift
The gift of pouring words onto instrumental backgrounds
A power, many possess
A power, many have in themselves
That I, for some reason, have yet to unlock
For I am still growing and learning
How to out deeper parts of myself, buried within my soul
I'd have to dig by hand
The hands that will hold the blessing of creation beyond limits
A blessing that is to be found by its own creator
The creator that is the shell of the blessing
The soul that creates music that is undefined
Yet so familiar to those around
For one’s soul shines through the eyes of the beholder
The light that translates the music of the soul
Growth
Flooded by darkness
Blocked by gloomy visions
Without focus of the mental lens that bring thoughts to the brain
That connects body to soul
But once strings start to pull different directions
And attention shifts paths
Sparks burn through the blanket of doubt
To lift the veil of dwelling pain
A pitiful mind blossomed into one made of light
Brighter than a star fueled by the laughter of the inner child
Innocence painted all over their existence
A part of the soul unlocked and to be seen by the precious eye
With an iris of pure colors surrounding the entrance to imagination
Since the fantasy you create is the reality you're destined to find
So let crushing thoughts crumble to dust
And let the ashes free in the wind of your flowing energy
Find the will-o'-the-wisps into your growing forest and let it expand around you
For you will grow with them and blossom time on time again
Disassociate
Many things make me feel
Make me feel in ways I haven't before
Yet it all feels so familiar
Time on time again
A sense of the world I live in
The world that has slowly been built around me
On the outside; bystanders, circumstances, upbringing
On the inside; interest, ideas, doubt
Judgement so present in both states
Countless eyes locking their vision
Relationship, connection and truth
No longer make sense
Slowly but surely making themselves irrelevant
As in view of the mind of its beholder
The border of reality and imagination fades
Causing uncertainty to cloud the path that's longing to be trod
Truly Authentic
Being
Existing in that space of security
Existing in the world you create around you
With a safe feeling carried by your true authentic self
And even if the world spins and the people seem to go backwards
A gentle assurance of affirming whispers
Guides us in the right direction
In the deepest depth of the paradise that is our body
The secrets are kept in pretty glass chests
Ready to be unlocked by the key of self-search and expression
So the light can illuminate the mind
As well as shine through the irises of the beholder
The system’s mind play
Peace in the meaning it's given by society
Peace as in eliminating what is by them considered evil or bad
Preserving what is an illusion of good and pure
Separating false heroism and villainy
Is fundamentally manipulating the crowd into believing the picture that is painted by the front lines
A wall without any windows to observe the landscape that holds corruption
The lies
Without any opened curtains to let trough the light that clutches honesty
The truth
The army sheltering behind a screen that makes them seem transparent
As if it were made out of bulletproof glass
A material that cannot be penetrated
By the bullets of the weapons carried by the oblivious
A league taking on the form of two-way mirrors
Reflecting each individual conviction and belief within the mass
While silently observing and taking notes
Calculating the following moves
To control the blind dolls of the puppet show that is our society
Have you seen the moon?
A raw voice
Spoken so carefully
Sung for our ears to perceive
It tilted our heads up
Craning up our necks ever so slightly
Causing our gaze to lift
Falling onto the iris of the night up above
We look up with glassy eyes filled by stars
At her who we recognize yet don't know
She peers down at us
At the faces that followed the direction of a song
Admiring those with precious dreams
The souls standing alongside each other
The pack of lone wolves howling at her in unison
Individuals lead to her gracious hands of illumination
By the one who guided their stares upward
The one who aimed our vision flawlessly
Mushroom
She is the beauty that lies under the dots
Her body, the stem that grounds her
That connects her to the world of living underneath
In company of the dancing stars above
In the moonlight that casts light upon her preciousness
A soft and humble spotlight for the eyes of nature
Only she chooses her spot between her kind
Because they are one and they are divine on the surface of the earth