There must be another part to this dream that I can't let go of
But somehow it keeps getting interrupted.....
"Even with this vague helping hand,
In a split second the cocoon's threads are torn apart and turn to ash"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Poems that lurk in the darkness of my mind will find their peace on this digital paper.....
~Aizome~
From underneath
a shadow peers
mute breaths stolen
in a violet kiss
so violent and sudden
life stops
[for one second]
Arising threads whirl around
our gazes that barely met
in the dimmed light
You reach out and
shock me
with a cold hand
[piercing conciousness harassed this illusion]
Cannot tie words to escape this spell
a spell that wrapped me in his arms
so cold
impersonal
[or dead?!]
Impossible to break off
i still linger on the tip of his fingers
still wishing to be noticed
and not thrown aside
or burned like his last cigarette.....
Were we ever lovers?
Have we ever met?
Would he ever love me?
.....
No.....
[We are just strangers gazing through one another]
A strange sickness takes over my soul
Aches my body
Makes me shiver
Cry and feel like screaming my spirits out....
My trembling hands run along a blood-spilled wall
Enchanted by the echo of your lost voice
Your "I love you"
that tied my senses to yours and mocked my sanity
Smashing it to this here wall.....
I love you
mad
I love you
Ripping my heart out of my chest
I love you
tied and strangled by fumes
I love you
restrained
I love you
Vicious demon
I cried for you once more biting my lips til injury
I love you
Thrust of energy pouring down my spine
I love you even now
When your frozen touch lingers on my fingertips.....
Underneath this black lace, you smile
Death angel
Your wings of dust poison my conciousness.....
Gasp once more, to feel your heartbeat
Possession.....
I surrendered to you.....
and I burn under your kiss.....
Cold dreams above,
steep wishes below
a crave within
and cries flee out.....
Rising hope had fallen in the ground
to fade in silence.....[nobody's around]
Once more, i touch the old grey walls
[the mute witnesses of my weeping]
My soul is gone
in the horizon
Hyperion stole it with its rays.....
A crimson star in the sunset,
the Evening Star revives from pages
i have forgotten in my head
and painfully, towards me he reaches.....
am scared of craving for this lover
extreme, immortal and so distant.....
he trembles in the dirty mirror
and i can't help but dream and whisper
"Oh, dark angel of the sky
So close, but still, so far away.....
Carry my footsteps towards your world
and my fears will die [once you'll take my hand]
and fly....."
My hands are shook by a mild breeze.....
My love does not exist
not here
not now
but he who helps me walk on,
holding my weakened self,
cherishing each breath of love i spilled for him.....
becomes my crimson star
~a smile flashes through my mind
and my eyes open-----the crimson star died in a black cloud~
As i am
walking on misty paths
but holding someone's hand
[on the other side of the earth]
A gaze in the distance meets another
[in a different corner of the sky]
.....i am no longer alone.....
My dear is far.....too far from me.....
The dusk and darn unite through light
their all so different fates
and each of them rebinds in wish
shadows of nights and days.....
shall never fall in tears crying "I am alone"
as next to me stay peacefully the email and the phone.....
music binds our thoughts as one and nothing else would matter,
when solitude burns inside, growing madder and madder.....
Never lost on straight roads,
just having the right map
to get you out when thing go bad
and save everything else.....
Lock the thoughts that killed within
any thread of hope
and call me like everyone else
while going down the slope.....
A mask was i and nothing more
to you, not someone else.....
i head alone blinded and dry
with no more wings to fly
[but walk.....and nobody will ever see~for real]
Float on the paper
an idea
or two
dark strokes of concious
and unconcious dreams......
a dance of all concepts
arrange on blank pages
whatever i waited
i waited for ages.....
i fold the page
then just let it fly
with a thrust of my hand
sent it in the sky.....
angles and lines
curves and dots
all words and spaces
swirl down on this canvas
so gentle and fragile
~creation complete?~
it falls on the ground
the sunset pours light
and it all ends
the wish of a flight.....
~Thoughts were dark,
the light pushed them back,
the ground embraces them
and the paper ignites
dimming what i wish to clear
dark is in me
but lights
are near~
