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I write. It is my oxygen, so to say. I cannot imagine a life without writing. My feelings, my ideas, everything is expressed in the lines of my poetry. Yet, somehow, it is always a struggle to actually say something of what I write to convey its essence, its importance, its character. Thus I'll merely leave you to read these pieces, and hope you get some fashion of enjoyment out of them. Fare thee well.
~[Linderel]
Memory
In the break of dawn
silent whispers
and soundless steps
echo in my memory
My eyes flutter shut
I feel cold, numb
my limbs I can barely move
Flashes of red
fire through my mind
I am bewitched
To stay here forever
my love, that is my only wish
to stay here forever
beneath this icy white blanket
Just to remember
what it was like
to be with you
Illusion of belonging
Moments flashing by
in rapid moves
bare white arms and legs
and intoxicating, sweet smells
I'm lost in this moment
swept into
a fragile illusion
of us, you and me
together
in what seems to be
yesterday
or centuries ago
no, wait
what is this
it wasn't meant to be that way
You belong in the distant past
while I...
I
am
trapped
in between
Tormented; unlearn
Nails upon soft skin
taste of iron in your mouth
hands lined with faint traces of scars
phantom words stabbing your chest
the walls that crumbled
a long time ago
standing under a cascade
of scalding hot water
to wash it all away
Destination
Burned my eyes
with tears
opening the window to freedom
I fall and watch the flow
Believer of hope
Butterfly soar on the sky
delicate wings ripped by the wind
go home where you belong
into the fields of grass and bloom
Burned by the flame or
killed by a hand
this beauty never dies
and only sometimes possible to understand
Flutter shut your eyes and sigh
make a difference
open your heart, open your mind
let not the light fade from your smile
Impossible things come with a cost
every magic some day weakens
reality's cruel claws will not let you fly
but don't give up and always dream
White in D minor
Breathe on frosty glass
under fingertips
blue with cold
life force drying out
with every single sigh
the last winter is here
north wind
sings a melody
meant for the weary and wistful
telling of days
gone long ago
and of rare sheltered nights
lying down
on a bed of hay and dried leaves
closing tired eyes
listening
to the very last notes
of a hammering heart
slowly
fading
away
Heretic
Holding the keys to heaven
a heavy burden
on frail shoulders
he searches for his destiny
a road to be followed
to have a meaning
even the most devoted servant
can turn against his lord
when chased too far
Remorse
Strings broken
snapped forcefully
porceline face stained
crying thick crimson tears
doll's lifeless dream lifted
oblivion never before such sweet state
bliss without emotion
Sky chaser
Earth-bound
silenced dreams
await any chance
Can we reach faraway suns?
Star gazer's
lonesome eyes
pierce through parallels
longing answers behind infinity
Between
Am I a freak to your eyes
when I can't decide
--more than anything else
only confused and lost
in the face of requirement--
is it really
that important
knowing one's place in
the biology of this system
Applying social pressure
on those who differ
masses suffocate the hesitant
What does it really matter
--is it so hard to understand?
I am neither Adam nor Eve.
Vertigo
Like a ropedancer
afraid of heights
standing frozen in darkness
s h i v e r i n g
simply waiting to lose
the frail balance
and through the spotlight
fall
down
finally s h a t t e r .
The silent muse
Morpheus (my master)
painter of fantasies
let me stand under your wing
teach me everything of sleep's (lethal) might
and hold open the door
that leads me astray
Morpheus (my saviour)
soother of souls
allow me tears in your kingdom
sing me lullabies of old (forgotten) times
and provide the shaky support
that bruises my palms
Morpheus (my love)
weaver of dreams
take me into your dark embrace
show me lands of unknown (savage) beauty
and grant the fragile visions
that preserve my (in)sanity
Sunbairn
Shine, star child, shine
brightly, with abandon
live life to its fullest
keep dreaming
keep believing
there are only so many griefs in this world
run free
to your heart's desire
dance among the waves of that ocean
in the morning mist
there is a promise
reach out with graceful hands
and find
what you search
to enter eternity
Path of an outlaw
Cold;
a girl's frosty breath lingers
drawn out in a sigh
just as eyes longingly caress
the curves of a lithe body
in loving strokes
separated;
window might as well be
a brick wall with barbed wire
such agony
that rips open her heart
as tear blur a vision already upset
She ran away from home;
the stereotypical foolish young woman
leaving everything
for the sake of a heated gaze
and a smile from divine lips
still all for nothing
Slender fingers rise;
touching angry red scars
strewn over a once beautiful face
she remembers the ship
and the vow of loyalty
only thing left of her honour
Outlaw and wanted;
what she has become
for these few moments
of day-dreaming flavoured bitter
and she bids farewell to the unknowing
as her steps take her back
to the skull and crossbones
etched deep into her restless soul
Maze (Imprisonment)
Living in the midst
of an array of masks
for protection against all those eyes
on her, observing every move
Each façade different
yet perfectly mastered and
carried out artfully
Her skin is warm and radiates like the sun
but cold to the touch for
wearing all those faces, she is lost
Looking in the mirror on the morrow
the poor young dame does not recognise herself
Aurora
Birds sing
hear
the joyous serenade
echoing in
the treetops
wake
sad girl
with eyes puffy
and red-rimmed
hiding beneath the blanket
taste the world
on your tongue
smell the rain
in clear morning air
reach out and touch the sun
wake
mundane princess
fallen into deep slumber
of unspeakable hurt
and too many broken promises
rise up
drawing inner light around you
as a protective curtain
burn the memories in candle flames
but never hide the curving signs
Apollo's child
Drip
the heady flow of
onomatopoeia
I drink up the water words
running through my veins
between conjoined fingers
hum sighing murmurs
over the rustling of leaves
this is the life
Archaic melodies
Sing, chant low unto me
the ancient verses that are to be
unite our souls, our minds
so this bond we share refuge finds
We once have been made keepers
of promises, of still sleepers
the destiny of my people, my heritage
daughter of Odin meant to become a sage
To heal, to mend wounds of old
I must be the one to remember the stories told
and lo, I have seen everything
on my long journeys, vagabond wandering
Soft tresses of raven hair
frame this pale face fair
with eyes surrounded by wrinkles etched deep
that many a time did weep
Come with me, step to the unknown
where many a future shall be shown
and so in the symphony halls of life
my words linger, they shall thrive
Play pretend (In the Court of Kings)
Behind cloth doors
barred windows
our palaces are built
from sand and pine needles
small stones and sea shells
shards of painted glass
our finest meals
served in many courses
of weed and grass and a dash of rice
we live like child kings
in this village filled with ghosts
of our families long gone
Portrait of a muse
Her eyes, like deep pools of water
opalescent and ever-shifting
gaze at me with such arrogant pride
her lips curled in a knowing smirk
posture radiating all that which I am not
She is a part of me
yet entirely someone else
and when she whispers
words, thoughts, fates of the human race
I do not know who we are
And I write out my heart
under her watchful, curious guard
long golden wisps of hair
hiding us behind their curtain
in so doing, uniting us as one
Entity
Thy name is Phoenix
the Lady risen from ashes
passion met power
thou art a demon of light incarnate
Enticing me
thy name on my lips, Aphrodite
thou art my goddess
of love and lust
With water, trees, song of birds
I was borne by thee
thou art the parent who buries her children
and forever thy name is Gaia
Lady Wintertime
A cold winter breeze
brushing my cheeks
whispering beautiful songs in my ears
playing with the white locks
of my frosty hair
My pale blue skin
glows faintly in the night
Snowflakes drifting
down for my delight
small, delicate fairy wings
fluttering as they come
I raise my head toward the skies
smiling to the stars
My heart sings and I rejoice
for it is winter again
And I am the Lady Wintertime
Black dreams
Scarlet butterflies
and birds coloured raven black
flying towards the horizon
that shines a deep, angry purple
Skeleton dancers
under a pale white moon
painting a brilliant, terrifying dream
spreading their wings of a bat
with fairylike grace
too beautiful to watch
A play of the darkest night
is here before your eyes
horrified and blinding
Blinding with the scarlet butterflies
of your own blood
Dancer in the dark
Here
in my own little place
I move gracefully
without a sound
a joy in my steps
To this music
that echoes in my mind
I dance
with no worry
of tomorrow
I see nothing
but the stars
so does this make me
a dancer in the dark?
Coal black wings
Yearning to the sky
my soul burns with this desire
to fly high, higher
be free like never before
- but these wings of mine
coal black, torn and ugly
caked with dirt and blood
can't carry me
weak, powerless
against the winds that blow
they are only bitter irony
these coal black wings
meant to be bright and pure
Treasure
Shy mouth
curving in
the faintest of smiles
that begins to spread
until eyes not only
twinkle
but shine with laughter
rare sight
a touch of happiness
Rapture
Tender hands
and loving eyes
kisses on the temple,
so soft
You have given me wings,
my darling
with you I feel so light
I can finally fly
A bard's torment
Line after line
with no meaning
fancy words forming empty phrases
the dark blue ink
staining my fingertips
takes on a purple hue
nails bitten
down to the roots
and ripped away
if I was pale yesterday
then today I am dying
and my eyes alight with a manic glow
of knowing too many truths
An ocean beckons
She journeyed to a cliff
facing the sea
where the white foams crashed down
upon the rocky shores
creating music only she could hear
A young girl clad in white
barefoot and wide-eyed with wonder
she danced in joy of living
chased the rays of the sun
playing in her flaxen hair
Stayed until nightfall
singing out her heart
and never knew any better
until the creeping darkness
took her away with the waves
Untitled
Green, the misty meadow
I will no longer travel these paths
drowning in you
now swept away
by a torrent of emotions
melancholy, resignation, serenity
I cry these tears
for a beauty that was, that is no more
destined to fade to a simple memory
yet my love
will never die
and we walk forward
together
Lilting Lavender
Learn,
lovelorn lady
letters lie
lonely, longing
lady Luck
Laugh lowly
lunatic lover
lightning-like lust
leaves legs lazy
Lean lightly
little lady
list lies loudly
Peter Pan syndrome
Hurried glance to the mirror
glimpse lifeless brown eyes
hollow, frail cheeks
stroking a long finger
along the surface
dipping a tired head
to rest on cool glass
it's a dreadful day
fastening the belt
around a far too skinny waist
a girl snuffs out the flame
before it's too late
Untitled
Wounds,
deep wounds from the stars
to reach out a hand
for Venus, Jupiter,
Andromeda
only come up with
naught but scars
This is how you chase
a dream;
by stumbling time and again
Stumble!