Posts Tagged ‘Romance’

Through this glass,
Is it a window?
I see you,

Your countenance is clear as day,
Perhaps you see me too,
Trying to signal you,

Something keeps us apart,
A vacuum of memories,
And past actions,

This crystalline field between us,
A killing ground of intentions,
A reflective barrier,

Its surface is chilling to the touch,
It’s made up of our pasts,
Times we had gone by,

And fear of shattering it,
Terror of reigniting the flame,
And the pain,

We dare not fracture it,
So we longingly glance,
Across this glass mile.

The pillow to my side,
Whereupon caressed a head not my own,
Has quite a special scent,
A scent that mesmerises,

The scent swirls in my mind,
Filling me with calm and zeal,
A menagerie of sweet thoughts,
A roiling euphoria,

A reminder of the day before,
And the darling who graced it,
A sleeping beauty,
And a waking one,

An ally,
All curves and pale skin,
A companion,
All mascara and piercings,
A true friend.

I gaze upon the moon each night,
I sit in the dark,
Staring skyward,
My eyes reach out,
They can’t reach her,
They’re not worthy.

Crescent full or gibbous,
Her dazzling form lights up the dark,
An astral goddess,
An empowering icon,
A source of inspiration,
Playing kiss-chase with the clouds.

So why do I see a second moon beside me each night?
And beside me each day?
A moon of such astronomical beauty,
That it blots out even the lunar goddess,
Earthly yet still heavenly,
A goddess of a different kind.

Then I realize,
You are my second moon,
Superior in every way.

2ndMoon

She is my wild rose,
Crimson like passion,
Beautiful beyond compare,
An angel in all but name,
The kind that stands out effortlessly,
Crimson like rage.

I am tangled in her thorns,
But also her petals,
Crimson like warmth,
Soothing and scathing in equal measure,
Loving and wrathful in duality,
Crimson like blood.

Her lips can wound,
They open burning scars,
But they can heal those same scars,
As if by some magic,
Vibrant and soothing,
Radiant and humbling.

She caresses my weary and cracked lips,
While weathering a tempest,
Standing tall like a bastion,
But holding me like a seraph,
Wise and dependable,
Crimson like love.

I love her,
She is my wild rose.

Wildrose

A true romance,
Blossoming in the summer,
Braving the winter,
Flourishing in the spring,
A picture of passion,
A fine target,
The shotgun is cocked.

A touch of ire,
A whisper of infidelity,
A glimmer of adultery,
All are pulls of the trigger,
A pair of hearts are the targets,
Lined up to be executed,
A true romance no more.

A quarrel,
A kiss,
A flash,
Then silence,
The burst ribcage of love,
And heart-shaped gore,
Are all that remain.

Shotgun

My life,
Hardship, always for me.

Gratitude, always for another.

Restriction, always for me.

Freedom, always for another.

Obscurity, always for me.

Fame, always for another.

Envy, always for me.

Love, always for another.

Unsightliness, always for me.

Life, always for another.

Always

There once was a court jester named Pimm,
Who did not quite much the life given unto him,
Cursed with a family ever so droll,
Our dear Pimm did elope,
Filled with vigor and hope,
While his family were eaten alive by a troll.

He found employ with a petty king,
King Rodric marveled at Pimms idyllic linguistic strings,
Pimm amused his court with elegant canticles and absurd dances,
He garnered attention from all of the court,
A fair lady did fawn as he did cavort,
Seeing our Pimms dramas as romantic advances.

The fair lady was alluring without compare,
But a dreadful madness her mind did ensnare,
Our clever Pimm her advances he did rebuff,
Pimms rationale was pure and warm,
Yet her bitter mind conjured a dire storm,
She would have her revenge sure enough.

A horrendous plot the lady did concoct,
She would see our Pimm beaten and mocked,
Her fellow courtiers she did poison against him,
His majesty Rodric was next to succumb to her lingual blight,
Enmity and distrust against our Pimm did alight,
A short life of torch and pitchfork awaited our poor Pimm.

Innocent Pimm had to go into hiding,
The kings men were close to finding where Pimm was residing,
All hope was surely gone for good,
Our Pimm gripped that which would give him release,
A self-destructive blade to cause his misery to cease,
I would end on a joyous note if i only could.

Dirge

I am hers,
And she will be mine.

I gaze upon her countenance nightly.
I worship her glowing radiance,
I marvel at her saintly luminosity,
I dote on every chilling whisper,
I cherish her mysterious embrace,
I admire her womanly curves.

I am hers,
And she will be mine.

Bah!
I speak not of some humble woman,
But of the grandest beauty in this mortal coil,
See how she watches over us,
Even as the treacherous sun turns its back.
If only I could caress her.

I am hers,
And she will be mine.

This void betwixt won’t keep us apart forever!
I’ll tear the very heavens down to kiss you,
To bask in your lunar glare,
To massage your crater-strewn form,
To take a place in the cold beside you,
To waltz in orbit with you.

I am hers,
And she is mine.
Or else.

Moonlight

Cannheart

This was an easy meal,
One little swipe of a blade,
She fell like a lead balloon,
Utterly feeble,
Utterly pathetic,
Utterly delectable.
Oh, i have been so hungry since the last one.

Hello, remember me?
Your humanity?

Cannibal they call me.
Viperous monster and pitiable freak.
Man-eater and defiler.
They must be right,
I can’t deny humanity is one hell of a meal.
I’ve never loved anyone who wasn’t to become a morsel.

This one is different…
This one is perfect…

A delicious bloody sauce keeps the meat succulent.
The ribcage splits easily enough,
Revealing that most enticing of meats,
The beating center of my meal,
The epicenter of love,
She hardly needs it anymore.

Yes, she does!
This girl loved someone…
She may have even loved you…

I take my prize in my bloody hands,
Raise it to my face,
It’s still beating rebelliously.
My fangs ready to pounce.
My demonic eyes set on the beautiful beating bounty.
Saliva drooping like vines.

Stop!
What are you doing?!
You loved this girl!

I pause,
Almost against my own will.
I can’t bring myself to feast on this comestible.
What have i done?
What have i been doing?
I knew this heart.
I loved this heart.
No…

You remember now?
Before you became this monster…
You did love her…
She loved you…
She was your cannibal heart.

At first there was Love,
But then Man found his enemy,
Madness.
And Madness struck Love down,
And from that, came Rage burning.

Rage and Man made a pact and became one,
To war upon Madness,
And way they did,
But Man and Madness saw their similarities,
And unmasked their true enemy,
Obsession.