If her words are to be cut from her tongue, if her silence is to be cut from her soul, she has only her ink. The solace of her page, the sombre flow of thoughts carved into yesterday’s canvas. The freedom of poetic expression…said here, said there, the effect is the same. The cause falls on blind eyes, a defensive soul guarding against… The only one he needs not. For those words silenced in reprimand wanted not to talk of command, demand or dictating, just love. A silence that wished not to hurt, offend or harm found an unwanted battle ground of misunderstanding and trust questioned on the balance beam of expectations, emotions, a kaleidoscopic rainbow of scars itching to rip open, and she is not trusted to itch them, she is not trusted to express the way they scratch, they bleed, perhaps such a thing is for children, for the weak..for they are the adults. Then she stands in all her glory for she holds no shame in her weakness. Her silence sought only his love, the tender touch of his words the reassuring tone of primal need on carnals vice. His defence, guarded, angered.. the unnescasary ripples of his own scars, as he scratched them into life. For an unexpressed thought will ricochet through existence slowly crumbling foundations. A recipe for disaster, one part love, one part lust, one part the closed eyes of a pretence, a locked vault of despair, a curse she never once wished upon him, never had she bound his tongue never had she silenced his silence. She holds all trust in their love, all belief in their truths. In the silence of no words said, she ponders the irony that of all the things he did not trust, it was her need to express without consequences to him, her need to understand the pain that drives, her need to have the freedom to be vulnerable, safe in the knowledge he’d catch her…
If I gather up the cracked pieces of timeless porcelain, the shattered grains of soul, the shards of spirit, the chipped remains of identity… With my heart in pieces; perhaps you could help me tidy them into neat piles of rationality, dust away the insanity. Fill the voids with self believe, polishing them with self confidence long lost in the devils hour.
He stroked tangles into her once luscious mane,
and peppered it in the muted hues of time.
He smoothed the years across her brow
and etched his hate
within her blunt laughter lines.
He left a thesis of his dysfunction written between the grains of her invalid groin
and ringed the spoils of her scars in red ink.
He left her skin bare of kisses, of love,
of exploration or pleasure
he tamed the primal beast
he groomed her into silence
then gave her a mirror
I looked for the stars in an empty sky, then I see them twinkling in your precious eyes. I looked to the world for beauty unseen I find it right there in your fearsome belief. I looked in the faces for pure kindness you see, then I saw it was all that you were able to be. I looked to the universe for a reason to see, and the universe gave you, to me.
Sleep seems to evade me lately like the plague, my dreams cloaked in darkness and vague. But i’m still standing, And landing, On my own two feet, And from here, Deep in the depths of despair, I can hear my beat, Calling my name, pushing me on, Always the same, Every path has a reason, Keep going through the seasons, Every fight, Will eventually bring light. Believe in yourself, Believe you are right, And In the Darkness Of the Night Awake and alone, Know you were dreaming Of your future throne.
I am the speckled fragments of chaos you are the contents of Pandora’s chest I am moon beams dancing at twilight you are my sky, vast, encompassing I am kisses shimmering in darkness You are my night, my knight, my light.
I am the scattered remnants of chaos I am the broken whispers of Pandora I am an ancient constellation of star dust I am the essence from the blade of Zeus We were one, became two, eternity spent searching for you…
I am the moon adorned in white light You are the sky, my infinite love I am the fragrance of scent long forgot You are the essence craved at my core I am an ancient need, ignited in flames you are the source whispering my name.
You are the echo of touch on my skin You are the whispers I hear when I dream. You are the stars leading my way You are home, found high in the skies You are a source ingrained in my soul a whispered memory from an ancient day.
I am the essence on the slide of the blade You are the soul, Zeus split that day. We are star dust travelling through time Searching eternally for the silent signs Now I am found and we look no more, For you are mine.. and I am yours.