Thursday, April 23, 2009
To Abstence of Desperation
The Aura of You
I called for you in the sphere of aroma,
The clouds came to the sparrow,
He told me that you left out the aura,
The magnified of the fingers marrow,
Twas to little you gave love,
I had to pull and shove,
Living a lie...I sigh..is the part I cried day in and day out,
The hurt I praised was the pain I shout,
Leave it in the fields to ponder,
Leave it for the gray to wonder,
I smelled the fields of wet zalias,
It was strong,
I made my mother tell me to be gone of us,
We were never men to be,
You hurt the living out of me,
The sparrow lastly told,
Your far better to be frozen and bare cold,
Then be left with the likes of a being of sort,
The silence was near..nothing left to think..nothing left to resort,
I left you,
And you saw it" You knew."
I called for you in the sphere of aroma,
The clouds came to the sparrow,
He told me that you left out the aura,
The magnified of the fingers marrow,
Twas to little you gave love,
I had to pull and shove,
Living a lie...I sigh..is the part I cried day in and day out,
The hurt I praised was the pain I shout,
Leave it in the fields to ponder,
Leave it for the gray to wonder,
I smelled the fields of wet zalias,
It was strong,
I made my mother tell me to be gone of us,
We were never men to be,
You hurt the living out of me,
The sparrow lastly told,
Your far better to be frozen and bare cold,
Then be left with the likes of a being of sort,
The silence was near..nothing left to think..nothing left to resort,
I left you,
And you saw it" You knew."
Black Given
The form of anything given can be taken by any form...its a given.
The haven you took from my mind is no longer living,
It now lives upon little frailties of deformities,
Left to rot in the black sun,
I told many times over you would be better, never was I done,
The illusions played tricks,
The wall got higher as you plastered your bricks,
Killing the depth I felt imprinted,
You channeled the near and far,
Just so I can stare and leave the pale share,
And rather in the end, You sent for to be begging on your knees,
I gave in to the pushing, and the falls leaves,
I left without regret,
Without your black sunset.
My Thoughts:
It's funny how we all live sadness inside. Each and every one of us has a sadness.
We never seem to see it sometimes. I see it though. I see it in you, her, him, and even me. Especially in these days where we have lack of communication. We survive alone..alone to our own sadness we keep from ourselves.
Short Poem:
Confessions Unspoken
It sleeps in my skin,
The alone of my sin,
The truth is inside,
My loneliness I shall not confide.
Leave me here or forever hold me dear...
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