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30 entries this month
Various Poems #30 My Gargoyle02:29 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 561
My Gargoyle
In the darkness your devil eyes carve my soul with
Brimstone fires, my life's breath flickers fearfully in and out
In the darkness your curved claws gouge the thighs of my mind with
Poisoned wounds, my heart's crimson beats in trembling fear
In the darkness your nimble body suffocates my senses with
Consuming shadows, my being's energy frozen in your Bast like grace towards me
In the darkness your weight drowns me as you strike with
Blood, my lips shiver in silent screaming
In the light your midnight tail twitches impatiently with
Silent demanding of "Pet me."
By E.VA
Various Poems #29 My Rapist02:19 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 562
My Rapist
As a token of vile promises rendered
Is it too late to forgive?
My fear
Beneath your cruel hands
Now that you are vile and putrid to my eyes
My Angel of
My feathers bloodied...
My hell personified
With what do you fill my shadow?...
There is time to forgive yet...
Yet you want more of
My mercy and hate?...
Yet further still am I locked in your lies...
I am near death and
Lost am I in
My wings laying broken on the floor
There is a time to forgive yet
my wings laying broken on the floor
as a token of vile promises rendered
beneath your cruel hands...
My wings laying broken on the floor
my feathers bloodied
beneath your cruel hands
Yet you want more of
my feathers bloodied...
I am near death and
yet you want more of
my fear...
Lost am I in
my hell personified
yet further still am I locked in your lies
my Angel of
my hell personified...
Now that you are vile and putrid to my eyes
my Angel of
my mercy and hate?...
Now that you are vile and putrid to my eyes
with what do you fill my shadow?...
My Mercy and hate?...
Is it to late to forgive?...
The answer?
Yes.
A Poem by E.VA
Various poems #28 Little Lightbulb02:18 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 563
Little Light bulb
Little Light bulb
Off and on
He is not a light bulb
Off and on
He sees the world through darkened eyes
Off and on
The light is only ever brighter…Off and on.
Like a bulb swinging in a darkened room
What would you do if he told you, “In here lies your tomb.”
What if he saw you dying when his cord was pulled …
And knew it was not his place to tell you what the Light had willed
Would your ghost still seek him out having known the current is not his own.
Or would you cast him out, alone…
Would you deny him prayer, to even the score
calling him blasphemer and heretic without a soul core
so you could leave him there outside the chapel door, crying on his knees
Crying out to Heaven, “no… no…no please…”
Would you forsake him to the darkness believing he, the devils spawn
And rob him of the Light that was his Home with each new rising dawn…
Would you deny him life for knowing more than eyes could see
When his light switch is flicked…. Off and on… and he could not tell thee?
“It was forbidden to me!”
He is a light bulb and the current is not the devil’s own
He may see through darkened eyes, yet the Light IS still his Home.
“Why am I forsaken!”
A hand reaches out to he, a gentle soft touch upon his knee
A face adorned with dryness despite the rain… appears
The rain battering, battering, the faith he has inside… the figure nears
Pale and whole, the figure moves the man’s hand clawed deep in the chapel door
Collapsed he is frozen in his grief, a soft brush of hair behind his ear, she speaks:
“Thou art not forsaken”
Crying like a child, in the bitter rain, upon his face lays bare his pain
Shade from a feathered wing outstretched shields them from the rain
“Thou art not forsaken…”
Weeping, trembling and screaming, he hollers as if through a haze of dreaming…
“Man can only interfere as much as he is bid… yet… yet truth is hid”
“Thou art not forsaken…”
“Why must I then to them be mistaken?”
“Thou art not forsaken…”
“Why must I live when I feel another enfolded in the Light”
“Thou art not forsaken…”
“Why must I live in this darkness of night? Thought to be a devil’s child
Cast aside like some foul beast incapable of being anything but wild…”
“Thou art not forsaken.”
His eyes lift upon the angel.“Then why do I lay here quaking with you, when I am awakened.”
She smiles, waiting.
He bows his head. “For I am not forsakened”
On and off
He is a light bulb ever swinging
On and off
The light and darkness spinning... the Light winning
On and off
The darkness ever only dimming….
On and off.
Little Light bulb
On and off.
Poem by E.VA
Various poems #27 Opposites02:16 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 564
Opposites
Night and day, my dear sister
Night, and day....
Night and day, my dear sister
Forever this way....
Light and dark, my dear sister
Light, and dark....
Light and dark, my dear sister
Are our marks in the sand...
I walk hand in hand with you
Yet you never see me
I run step by step with you
Yet you never need me
Near and far, little sister
Near, and far....
Near and far, little sister
Wherever we are....
Silent and loud, little sister
Silent, and loud....
Silent and loud, little sister
Are our tunes in the band....
I sing note for note with you
Yet we never harmonize
I play note for note with you
Yet we never realize
That we are like night and day
Light and dark, Near and far
and it is okay to be this way
By E.VA
Various Poems by E.VA #26 Transition
02:15 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 565
Transition
with the warm glow
i am forgotten in the light
my hands are not my own
and i remain but a shadow in the night
from this cage of broken dreams
my sanity has taken flight
and from my hollowed and echoed screams
i stare out wondering in muted fright
This shell, this casing
my mind is racing
Why must it be this way?
These thoughts, these feelings
my mind set reeling
Why here i am still today
Yet still with the warm glow of morning
I step soundly into the light
and even in this warmth of morning
i still remain but a shadow of the night
Poem By E. VA
Various Poems # 25 Searching for answers02:15 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 566
Searching for answers
He recognized Her in the darkness
Confused, new and alone
He offered his hand through the darkness
And she took it knowing she'd not survive on her own
He held Her in the darkness
As the world fell from beneath her feet
He held Her in the darkness
As the path before her, she would greet
He held Her closer in the darkness
As she believed not yet her own eyes
He comforted Her in the darkness
Understanding slowly she, that they were no lies
He guides her out of darkness
And to the answers that she seeks
But to one lost in shadows she is still very weak
Poem by E. VA
Various poems #24 WORK WITHOUT MERCY02:11 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 567
work without mercy
(Based of of Lorna Crozier's "This is a love poem without restraint" with referance to the movie Office space)
WORK
ignores paper-cuts
jammed printers
and missing staplers
It makes NO EXCUSES
for red lights
traffic jams
or clocks ten minutes slow
It cries MORE!FASTER!HARDER!
It has no desire
but greed
The almighty dollar
its deliverance for diligence
and perseverance
of straws broken... {on the backs of the little guy }
-------
It will speak
of ADVANCEMENT...
promotions and visions {of the FUTURE}
The smell of SUCCESS
The touch
The taste
of VICTORY...
What are you going to do about it?
You CANNOT STOP the machine
NOT now... not EVER...
----
The FUTURE strides upon these roads
The work CARVING itself
into the tomes of HISTORY
in search of remembrance
of days off...
----
These memos are TIRED OF BEING memo's
tired....
of being...
{IGNORED...}
Their WARNINGS and notices
.... tossed
..............To the floor
..........................ONE by one
The Waste bucket their salvation
from the PINK SLIP TERROR
the one with YOUR NAME.
What will you do with it?
It has CUT you...
L..... O....
O... S..
E.
-------
This work has no restraint
It will NOT SPEAK of
severance PAY
two weeks NOTICE
or favourable references
It REFUSES TO be merciful
Melford you're fired
Leave your stapler
and GO HOME...
-----
It won't TALK OF DREAMS
only the missed oppertunities
KNOCKING ON EYELIDS
of OPENed EYES
with hindsight 20/20
and illusions OF grandeur THE NORM...
-----
How do you use the word WORK
in a poem?
Work.
If you let it get to you
gears rust
ETERNALly grinding you
.................................down...
to the sound of printers jamming
and clocks chiming ten minutes slow...
Various poems #23 Eternity02:00 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 568
Eternity
When we sit on the lake of eternity
Our eyes open but blind
Will we see the world die
as we know it to be?...
Or will we be oblivious too it....
As we sit on the lake of eternity
never moving but always in motion
Will we step towards the future
or is time an illusion to us?...
A pendulum swing on a clock
that no longer ticks for us....
When we sit on the lake of eternity
Our ears open but deaf
Will we hear the screams
of centuries of horror?...
or will they be but mute sounds
blocked by years of cotton
to us....
As we sit on the lake of eternity
stomachs rumbling but always full
Will we still take more than our fill
or is famine unknown to us?
Harsh and barren, the desert of the world we leave behind
When we bath in the lake of eternity
Will the turbulant waters of the world we left behind,
be remembered?....
Or will we just passively die?
To Let the world restore itself without
our interference...
Will we calmly take our place
beside the lake of eternity
or will our eyes clear
our ears hear
our feet step forward
and things like famine be no more....
Or will we continue the wars
both with our worlds, inside and out
Once we are sitting.....On the lake of Eternity.
It is our choice, humanity
Before we are no more.
Poem by E. VA.
Various poems #22 Arachne01:59 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 569
Arachne
Dance along the lines of fate
for it is I who lie in wait.
Be it not sorrow nor death you fear
just my cold touch drawing you near.
Come hither, said the spider to the fly
Come hither, so that you may wriggle and die
Come hither, said the spider to the fly
Come hither...
Come hither...
Hang yourself by destiny's cord
Save yourself from the horrors I hold
Be it not sympathy nor love you give
for there is none in the hells that I live
Come hither, said the spider to the fly
Come hither, so my fangs may drink you dry
Come hither, said the spider to the fly
Come hither...
Come hither...
Drown yourself in perception's lake
So that devils thirst I cannot slake
Be it not pity nor mercy you leave
for I will leave your widows, bereaved
Come hither, said the spider to the fly
Come hither, onto my web of lies
Come hither, said the spider to the fly
Come hither...
Come hither...
Burn yourself in stolen light
Run from the callings of the night
Be it not sanity nor logic you relate
For I am only an illusion, you will state...
Come hither, said the spider to the fly
Come hither...
Come hither...
Until it is far too late.
A poem by E. VA
Various poems #21 Broken Mirror
01:58 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 570
Broken Mirror
In the mirror I see my reflection...
Dancing upon the frame...
In the mirror I see my reflection...
and once more ask it the same...
How does she put into words what even angels never told...
How does she keep the secrets that she holds...
When she is locked deep
Within the nightmares....
Of forgotten fears.....
How does she forgive him... For the horrors behind his eyes....
How does she forgive him... For the love of her being lies...
How does she forgive herself.......For not knowing... Dispite the feeling in her gut....
How does she forgive herself...... For still going... Dispite the feeling in her soul...
And the unnamed horror plaguing her, as she walked out that door....
It was to be a special night, one of joy and merth...
But quickly did the tides turn and he did show his worth...
Trapped within that dirty car...
with her forever wearing, the most painful scar...
How does she forgive herself, for his harsh duality....
How does she forgive herself, for his hands's harsh cruelty....
And her buttons torn...
How does she forgive herself... For not ending it right there...
How does she forgive herself... For thinking he changed...
How does she forgive herself... For not returning that demon's stare....
How does she forgive herself....For thinking herself deranged...
How does she forgive herself for cowering and locked in mortal fear...
That it would happen again...any day of any year...
I turn away from my reflection...
the broken shards of mirror on the floor
How do I forgive ..... Giving him the satisfaction
Of My wrists bloodied...his victim being me.
by E.VA
Various poems #20 Oakwood Shadow
01:57 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 571
Oakwood shadow
Bitter wood's tongue, oh, the curse I have rung
For upon my murderous bow is where she is now
The skeleton, of her former self.
Swinging sharply is she in my shadow, this soft silent siren of sorrow
And remain she will, till tomorrow, when the tight taunting terror winds blow
The ghost, of her former self.
How bitterly blocked are their blunt and buried minds to use me in this way
And rue the day will they, for in her firey fearless flight, falling silently in the night, she will stay
The harpy, they think of her former self.
Oh how I want to wish that her life had not ended, that my bow had cracked and bended
And her innocent song blended among the quite quiet quaint and quivering clouds
The angel, I think of her former self
For innocent and carefree, was this cheerful child chillily hanging from me
yet injustice be, they murdered lightly this melodic moody maiden for knowing more than the eye could see
Within my dark, dreary and dank, oakwood shadow
By E.VA
Various poems #19 Crimes of the past.01:55 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 572
Crimes of the past
I am frozen against the wall of the past
Tied tightly to the frozen mizzenmast.
I am stoned with the hatred of the world’s words
I am whipped with sorrow as the world takes its turns
Cursing my ancestors and my skin
Scorning every breath that I take in
As if my very existence were a sin
When will the world begin
To see people are just people
And that's all we've all ever been
I am locked in the cage of the past
Thrown roughly to the bars and the stares of the crass
I am stripped bare with the world’s tortured and angry hands
I am banished to my ancestor’s dry and forgotten lands
Though born there, I was not
My skin to the world my true fault
Enough to condemn me for crimes I did not start
Yet by my colour the world thinks I have no heart
When will the world begin
To see people are just people
and that's all we've all ever been
I am bound to the chains of the past
Gripped tightly until I have breathed my last
I am strangled by the world’s hard cold stare
I am chased violently by it as if it doesn’t care
That I am a victim too, of the past
Locked frozen, and choking in its grasp
Wondering if the world will consume us all at last
With its all consuming hatred of skin being so vast
When will the world begin
To see people are just people
And that’s all we’ve all ever been
I am not the conqueror
I am not the conquistador
I am not the slaver binding the world on the shore
Yet by the colour of my skin
My existence here is a sin
A crime, my life
My skin, my strife
When will the world begin
To see people are just people
And that’s all we’ve all ever been
If I could but carve my Caucasian skin from me I would
But even then would the world remove its gallows hood?
Or by my ancestor’s flesh would I hang, suspended and swinging by my long dark braid
By E.VA
(Science needs to hurry up and make us all purple!)
Various poems #18 Wedding Bliss01:54 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 573
Wedding bliss.
Featherlight flight among the starry night
Swooping, sweeping ever weaving
Among the taunt tight and tender clouds
Ever embracing, our hearts racing
The dancing dark drumbeat of our souls
Soft silent and violent pounding, resounding in our ears
the musical melody giving way to madness, quickly in our years
Above the crest the sun rests, setting in the twilight hue
And here in the taunt tight and tender clouds, there is only me and you
Swooping, sweeping ever weaving, our hearts intwined as one
Featherlight flight among the starry night until our lives are done
by E.VA
Various poems #17 In one moment.
01:53 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 574
In one moment.
In one invite to a party
You were strong and hearty
Alive and full of grace.
In one sip of their lips to the bottle
You had been cooed and coddled
Joyful and carefree.
In one more drink to pass the time
You were learning nursery rhymes
Laughing all the way.
In one more still, their steps unwary
You would think peek-a-boo was scary
Rejoicing only when light returned.
In one false step, keys in hand
You were the star in your own pots and pans marching band
Vibrant and full of life.
In one turn of the key in a car of rust
In one turn of a corner, kicking up dust
In one rev and a swerve, you were taken from us.
A newborn babe.
Full of life and grace
Full of joy and laughter
Vibrant and care free.
What story would your life have told me?
What childhood sweetheart would have earned your trust?
Would you have driven that car of rust?
Would you have grown to have known....
To let your buddy drive you home?
Would you have handed the keys....
To someone not retching on their knees?
Saving a life in that one moment.
by E.VA
Various poems #16 The work day grind01:53 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 575
The work day grind
Forgotten trails of vibrant, busy minds
Dreams, lost to the folds of time
Reality, becoming pain, sharp and bloody
Victory meaning all
Failure not an option.
Rush Rush never stop
Must finish, must finish
Deadline, deadline
Death before forfeiture of pay
Work equals hell till the end of the day.
Drive Drive, faster faster
Honk honk, impatience the norm
Chatter chatter, cell phone pollution
Must go faster, must go faster
Race Race to the finish line,
The next stop sign, forgotten.
Stress, stress, need rest, rest
Home is sanctuary, Peace of mind
until the next day and then its back to the grind
By E.VA
Various poems #15 Poetic Justice
01:52 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 576
Poetic Justice
Party streamers streaked the sky
And Noisemakers shatter the air
Yet I sit here in silence
Looking on. Looking on.
Mouth agape how could this be?
How could my poetry have been stolen from me?
Yet before me I hear the words recited
Like deep scratches in my soul
I say nothing. I say nothing.
And sit here in silence.
Looking on. Looking on.
I look up, I look down
Wherever I turn around
There are my words glaring back at me.
Yelling to be free
From a voice that is not mine.
I cry. I cry. I cry inside.
I say nothing. I say nothing.
And sit here in silence.
Looking on. Looking on.
Dreams forgotten, torn and broken
Heartache and tears, the masses had spoken
No longer mine. No longer mine.
I cry. I cry. I cry inside.
I say nothing. I say nothing.
And sit here in silence
Looking on. Looking on.
A man wanders to me, eyes bright and blue
"Miss, may I sit here with you?
The noise hurts my ears and that poem is just dreadful
He should be put away for a year its just that dang awful"
Beautiful, heartfelt, loving words
No longer mine. No longer mine.
I cry. I cry. I cry inside.
And sit here in silence.
Looking on. Looking on.
I pause for a moment and chuckle at this
My frown ceases
My eyebrows loose all of their furious creases.
Let him have my horrible poem.
Drab, dull and grey.
After all what can he say?
I stole the poem from that young miss over there just the other day?
Beautiful, heartfelt, loving words....Horrid, awful, dreadful filth!
No longer mine. No longer mine....Never mine!
I cry. I cry. I cry inside............With laughter!
I say nothing. I say nothing.... I don't have too!
And sit here in silence.......... Waiting, waiting...
Looking on. Looking on. .... With a smile of Poetic Justice
By E.VA
Various Poems #14 Seal01:51 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 577
Seal
Infernal contraption
Dasterly deed
Who ever made this cruel thing better take heed
I have poked,
I have prodded,
I have heated and chilled
But dispite my best, this thing will still not be willed!
Shut tight,
vacumned sealed
the devil must have made a pretty penny making this deal
For naught will it budge, though my hands twist and turn
You'd think by now, i would learn.
But no... Food now, in my belly get
because the plates are all out and the table is set.
Only one thing left to go upon the table's surface
However still this seal denies me and its stamina makes me nervous
Oh look who comes to save the day, my guy looking at me in that certain way.
"You know hunny." He said with a grin. Oh how i wanted to bop him one in the chin.
"Let me get that for you, you look like you're in trouble." Man did i want to broil and bubble,
But no i stayed calm, and politely smiled
Wringing my hands again for awhile.
A few minutes passed, a half hour at most
The guests were already standing for the holiday toast.
"To Friends, to family to all those we hold dear
Merry Christmas to all and may the holidays bring you cheer."
The glasses rose high, as my anger grew neigh.
"Hun?"
I Glared as he drew near.
He backed away slowly hands in the air and returned quickly and gently back to his chair.
Chuckling and laughing at me as he sat down, taking delight in my devilish frown.
My eyes flicker to the meat beater as my sanity begins to teeter and i glared at that cold hard glass.
With a delicate sigh i gave it one more try
Lightly twisting gently wishing.
And Pop, off it came!
"EUREKA!" I exclaimed in glee.
That is until i noticed my guests were all staring at me.
Standing sheepishly in the kitchen i holding the pickle jar aloft
By E.VA
Various Poems #13 Frozen01:49 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 578
Frozen
Time passes, winter pales
Leaves fall into bitter hands
Looking skyward she is frozen
Warmed only in a tear
By E. VA
Various Poem #12 - Labels01:48 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 579
Labels
Like knows like
Kin seeks kin
All who seek knowledge from that stem begin
Peel back the layers,research now begun
Know thyself fully before labels are rung.
By E.VA
Various Poems #11 -If only I had but known (dedicated to those who have left the family tree but leave a mark in our hearts)01:47 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 580
If only I had but known
If you came down from heaven,
Would I recognize you?
Would my face light the night with cheer?
Would I remember you?
When you come falling down,
On the ground,
Turn around,
And I'll be there with my frown turned upside down,
And a warm glow deep in my heart.
Grandpa,
If you came down from heaven,
Would I recognize you?
Would mine eyes twinkle with giddy delight?
Would I remember you?
Would you still have that fairy in your pocket?
With candy just for me?
Great-uncle
If you came down from heaven,
Would I recognize you?
Would I soar without you?
Would I remember you?
And your flying planes that would never cease to soar.
You always found a way to turn my frown upside down,
And set a warm glow in my heart.
Great, Great Grandparents
If you came down from heaven,
Would I recognize you?
Mine eyes would be raised,
With your knowledge of the past.
I was crazed,
When I seemed not to listen.
Would I remember you?
And your knowledge of the past,
Forgotten.
I did not know you long,
Nor did I seem to care.
But if you were here now,
I'd love you all the same.
If you came down from heaven,
Would you recognize me?
Would your faces be set a glow?
Would your eyes twinkle with light,
Like mine did so many years ago?
Would you believe me if I told you,
The world as it is today?
Would you stay?
Would you remember me?
As a child once forgotten, with a legacy not of my own.
If I had but known,
You'd not live to see tomorrow.
Then maybe my life would not be filled with this continuing sorrow.
I would of listened more to your infinite knowledge of the past.
I would have taken the time to soar.
I would of caught that fairy,
That dazzled me so.
If only I had but known.
By E.VA
(written on December 20th, 1999.)
Various Poems # 10 - Stay: An SD Poem
01:46 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 581
Stay.
Stay the hand,
Let not the fingers touch the keys.
Stay the hand,
Won’t beg but will say please.
Civility, Humility
Honour and Respect
Courage, Integrity
Lest we all forget.
Hold the tongue,
Stay the keys
Please make us not say pretty plz.
Ring the bell on the arena room floor
But do not let hate nor scorn
Shut your chall shed door
We are Superdudes
Young and old
Battling hard and being bold
We are the strong and the strong survive
Do not let the Super dude within you die
Words sharper than sword wounds go
Stay the hand and let not those text’d words flow
Turn the blade aside with open'd palm
Is what this says, so wrong?
Turn down your swords of words berate
Throw off the chains of scorn and hate
Tear down the wall between us all to date
And be the Super dudes we all know are first rate.
We are the old and we are the young
We are the bold and we do not run
From all around the world we be from
We have almost forgotten that still Decay this way
comes
Civility, Humility
Honour and Respect
Courage, Integrity
Lest we all forget
It
And the shadows of decay
We will find ourselves surrendering to it
A little more each day.
By E.VA
(SD is a online game that i occasionally play. www.superdudes.net )
Various Poems #9 - Cheat
01:44 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 582
Cheat
Adder's fang and Serpent's tongue
lift this curse that you have done
upon my heart, dark and red
leaving the empty hole that i now, dread
so up this curse of love from my heart, this haunting, bitter sweet, memory
So away with you, i command thee go and take away this prevailing raging woe
and rid me of your presence for only once, i can forgive
but another thing it is to lie to me still, when twice it has been done
So away with you, i command thee go, forever now my heart to you says no
and from my sight forever more
forever shut to you is this door
By E.VA
Various Poem #8 - Au revoir01:43 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 583
Au revoir
We loved each other once
beneath this hallowed full mooned sky
but under that same moon we said good bye
to each his own and so did we
beneath this saddened, sick and lonely... willow tree...
you had held me close and told me stories, of worlds yet so far, far away
but i, a child didn't understand why i had yet to stay
"Why would you leave me?
Where would you go?
Please tell me it isn't meant to be
Tell me it isn't so?"
You frowned slightly, eyes scrunched in pain
and my tears started to fall, like fast approaching rain...
Thunder made its presence known, drowning out your faint reply,
and from within, your weakened tone,
i had felt the complete and total utterness of being,... alone...
you bowed your head, and closed your wide open eyes
and beneath this hallowed moon, this darkened sky
i held you close and uttered my last good bye...
"Au revoir.................until we meet again"
Various Poems #7 -In my silence
01:42 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 584
In my silence
Tick tock goes the clock on my mantel
and i in silence wait
Tick tock goes the hands of the hour
and i in silence wait
Tick tock
i in silence wait
Tick Tock goes the clock on my mantel
and the chimes slowly ring the hour
half past midnight and still no sign of you
Tick tock goes the hands of the hour
and i still have not heard from you
Tick Tock goes my heart
And thoughts race through my mind
Tick Tock
And in my silence, i never had a chance to say...
Tick tock goes the clock on my mantel
i love you when you left before
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick
T O C K
By E.VA
Various Poems #6- Drive by
01:42 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 585
Drive by
Time ticks
The hand's hours turn
My eyes play tricks
As the sound makes my stomach churn
Light again passes by the window pain
But the sky is clear, no rain tonight
And as the colour from my cheeks drains
And as the approaching tears I try and fight
The light again fades fast away
And I am left again, here alone
Yet here I stay by this window pain
As if stone, immortalized
Glaring out the window waiting for you
And knowing that your truths were all the lies
By E.VA
Various Poems # 5 - Silence
01:41 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 586
Silence
time is a serpent, thee shalt not know
nor dwell within its eyes, which way to go
betwix its fangs, you reap what you sow
so hold tight your knowledge, your full moon’s purse
and when the pipper plays music, charm the beast
and delight in its silence, it reverent hiss died down
By E.VA
Various Poems #4 - Dancing Moon
01:40 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 587
Dancing moon.
Flouncing crescent moon twilight,
Dances in the dew of morn;
And hear the swallow’d voices glee,
Echoing, ever softly, back at thee;
Turn thine eyes upon the moon,
And it’s waning glory;
And, Hold strong, your will,
At, its’ waxing story;
Encompass full, the new moon’s purse,
And delight within its’ charms;
For never shalt, one truly see
The full moon, inside of each of thee.
By E.VA
Various Poems #3 -Buttons
01:39 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 589
Buttons
In the void
one swoop of a word
shatters the silence
of our perception
With one tear
the floor falls and we
darkened shadows
remain
Marred by time
the past unfurls its darkened brow
and we are left in its wake
pondering the commonality
of buttons pushed
By E.VA
Various poems #2 - My Heart's angel01:38 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 590
My Heart's Angel
My Heart's Angel has given me back my wings
To soar above the clouds with the love that he brings.
Lighting the Eternal flame within my soul,
This feeling of More with him, that I will never let go.
He has lit this flame gently within my Heart
With such warmth, such light, I do not know where to start
I cannot even begin to describe just how much the strenght of his call lifts me up.
I had thought once, Love, was a fragile thing
A bell of my Heart that would never ring.
A song meant only for others, in the choir to sing
Yet here, before me, he stands
Extending to me his welcoming hand
Opening the doors to me of his Heart
As if neither of us knew sorrow or pain, or that the tears of a broken Heart could fall as swiftly as rain.
I had thought once, my Hearts wings to be broken
And flying again was just a thought never to be spoken
That Love itself was nothing more than a trifle token
Something to be torn apart by harsh words and adventurous hands
Banishing all thoughts of Love of me to forbidden lands
To see forever my flightless Feathers fall free, on dim lit shadowed floors
Knowing forever closed to me within were the sky's bright blue covered doors
Yet here, again, before me, he stands
Comforting me gently, and Holding my hand
Loving me tenderly and whispering softly to me.
My Heart's Angel has given me back my wings.
Given me back my voice so that I may forever sing
Given me back my Heart's bell
To forever hear its sweet Melody swell.
He's Lit the hearth of my Heart with the warmth of his Love
A Depth of Love I shall pray will never cease
For within his arms, My Heart Angel's warm embrace,
I have at last found my place
And one moments peace.
By E.VA
Various poems #1-Six feet under in my Cradle tomb01:36 Sep 23 2007
Times Read: 591
Six feet under in my cradle tomb
Lost is the chance to move forward
left behind are the dreams
lost is the chance to look backward
and left behind are the memories
locked in a moment
unable to move
lost in the storm
unable to swoon
fall into nothing
time slips away
nothing is forever
not even this day
torrents of sorrow
thrown to the wind
words said in anger
that not even God can rescind
Am i so beyond redemption in your eyes
that upon my head six feet of dirt there lies?
That above my eyes a wooden box there lay
that was made at my cradle for the coming of this day?
I am not the child
whom upon which they said would not live
Nor am I the serpent that now
you paint me so brightly so
yet you both had swung the gravel
both carried the noose
and left me here swinging
as the floorboards came loose
so don't you be standing there
eyes wet with tears
wondering what you could have done to prevent it
to stop it,
these long cold hard years
Forget-me-not flowers to line my gallows bed
as you seem not to forget that upon them you tread
to myself I will always wonder
as I move throughout this harsh cold world
Without you
If you had ever wished
that I was?
Six feet under in my cradle tomb.
By E. VA
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