I bite my tongue
and watch blood trace
patterns of words
I do not Know
I wish I could die or
become something more
engrave your whys into their thoughts
begin to understand you fools
love has, is and always will be
your favorite illusion
so drive me home after the opera
your scorn can follow me to my door
but it is not allowed to come in
there are demons tearing at my eyes
folding visions into pills
forcing me to enjoy the trip
saving my feelings for the day
when your eyes no longer lie
alas, to wait until the earth ceases to cry
outliving dreaming forever the nothings
that rend small scars on all your lives
pain has made my heart a plaything
I live with its choices
striving to be someone worth loving
the causeway across the rift between our souls
is unsteady and drifting
can you help to breach the walls
that stand between our kingdoms?
I wish for peace
I want you to know we must concede
or fall
hold out your hand
play not; jest not
I will not be taken lightly
God be with you and also with me
We must end this battle
that we engage in nightly.
So much heartbreak and hope
Conveyed in a single note
“So much heartbreak and hope; Conveyed in a single note” A note that quivers in the air after the last word is read
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Thank you my friend, I’m glad you liked it 💕
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Reblogged this on Brave and Reckless and commented:
Beautiful, haunting prose from OldePunk.
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Love this! These words are striking – “your scorn can follow me to my door… but it is not allowed to come in… there are demons tearing at my eyes… folding visions into pills”
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Thanks Mark!
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Achingly beautiful piece, I really enjoyed this.
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Thanks Nicole 🙏
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Just as beautiful and haunting a read the second time.
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Thanks Christine 💞
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