Miscellaneous Poems: Ink Spills

Part Five

My lady of flames
Upon a high pyre
Pouring down rain
Of cinders from fire

My heart burned alone in the dark
Blood pouring forth from shadows
Keening songs of a dying lark
Of all that she has ever known

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Don't you have any dreams? Any hopes?

.....yes. I do. They're in here somewhere, behind the walls I've built and the rotting facades. Beneath the scarred shields and the burnt arrows stuck in between. Somewhere under the layers of hurt and loss; there's me. A girl who loved the moon so much as to call it her own, who gazed at the stars, like so many strange precious stones, reaching out as if to gather them and keep them in her pocket.

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Ride the waves
So filled with stars
The hopes and dreams
Devour all
In the deep abyss

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Dark void, cesspool
Deep trench, crests lull
Souls come here to let go
Black hole, never grow
Too clear, all here
Enter ye, all who fear

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These thoughts are under arrest
I need to get them off of my chest
I have to run on fear through the night
Believe nothing but lies until first light

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Impressions

Wolves running through bright flowers
Flames burning high into the night
Bloodied fangs turning up to the moon
Starlight dripping from each eye
Smoke curls up, intoxicating
Honey falls from a broken hive
Wind-swept grass brushing ankles
Gold painted eaves rustle in the trees
Wine-drenched lips whispering sweetly

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Grief is a monster
So wildly untamed
Feared by the heart
More-so than of
That which is fanged
Sharp piercing hollows
Boiling years run
Hell hath no fury
As a griever's lost love
The heart hardens to
Silver and loses its value

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The night is long and the sun is dark
The lovers dream of the sacrificial lark

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When you reach the shadows
No one will know your name
Smiles fall like so much blood
The screams are here to stay
No matter how far you run
Your mind will never cease
Crawl into bed and close your eyes
Yet never fall asleep