My Sagacity
Company’s faint and diminutive…I find myself Lost in judgment of those whom may seem unworthy.
Alone in this empty and incomplete façade I have created. Asphyxiated on beliefs that don’t offer confined comfort; near is drawn into shades of transcendent darkness
Pining for those which do not commute
Lost in a catacomb of broken scilence
Saddened by means of a mislaid friend. Our bond forever gone; the thread lays astray in our hearts
Unsolicited stillness befalls
Nostalgic smiles, belief in my vivid dreams
I am kept a messenger, delivering letters of remembrance through the fire that had once resurrected my dearest memories from the incoherent fire… memories of you
Plagiaristic paths we follow like cinders to hope; bleeding into the pages of the past
The ancient fate lies stagnant in thy heart; soiled in the sorrow of yesterday
Your soul manifestation untouched by worldly care
Incarcerated into the vandalizing perfection
Destiny pays no regard to the past
“Forgive Me”
The glow of the still reflection is captured in your teary eyes
I see the scar of wallowing ache
The pain left by me
The regret that first bound me to you
I see us fade
We have become the thing we promised each other we would never be converted into
Blood from our past encumbers our souls
The surreal being tainted
We are both maidens of melancholy.
I take the blame for which is truly your fault
I imitate and replay the vague images in my mind each day
Unaware of the present, but still living in the hope of your inconsistent glance
Our camaraderie was a mere chance encounter.
Thy delicate hand, thy beauteous face; withers away in distilled communion
A photograph in the corner of a drawer
Blood red tears of bitter sweet anxiety flow endlessly as I am left to forfeit my destiny in order to comprehend your stance, your feelings.
To not exonerate the person who was innocent to begin with, is sheer ignorance
So, forgive me?
Let us intertwine once again
Embrace the solitude that confines you; but learn to overcome it...with me at your side
Accept that you are broken but believe that you can be fixed
We are the certainty of faith; the ecstasy of hope
Mistaken lives, like a shattered mirror reflect in us
Untainted we may seem, but shall on no account be again
You and I cannot be born again, although we can change
The cheek so cold on my shoulder
The intricate eyes that were yours will never be forgotten
Forgive me?
Our ash burdened hands can be uplifted by the joyous tears. The tears of our friendship cleanse our grief .
Please: A plead from a contemptible pawn traveling injured on the chessboard of your existence… I follow you, your essence forever imprinted like footprints drifting though the woods of my heart. Debris of my soul washed away in your reminiscence.
Forgive me? Or have you ,to, washed away your past?
“Links to An ended Amity”
Enigma seems the faultless description of my life.
It is as if I had never known you
In the vein of deceit; no more than strangers who talk shoddily of each other
I would have it no other way
Nameless are you to the world, as it should be
Evil clings to your shadow and the luggage which you bare
Your aura of such malevolence reeks of derision
Scornful sarcasm may help distance yourself from the humanity that you secretly long for, but nothing less.
In an outlandish way I find myself sympathetic of you; but then I get over it.
This is not meant to be breathtaking or genius, as long as it illustrates my adversary
My role is the protagonist
It seems my life has often been reflected upon this.
Your role, however, appears to be the stain on a once lovely cloth that never comes out;
A leach, a scrounger, a weed that grows in a garden of roses
You have no place among us
You may chortle and deride now, but you to will wither
Unlike you, the flora that grows in that eye-catching patch won’t face demise
While you, the lost child, will face bereavement unaccompanied and without aid
As you do every day.
I watch from a distance; hoping that you will one day find temporary comfort in your mendacity
Though undeserving are you of such a blessing
I turn my head in the hall offering a solemn hatred in such abyss
Why bother smiling to a chasm?
So I frown, philanthropic as I am, I confer to you a revolted glance
My aren’t you the lucky one… to receive even that
“A Concluding Friendship of Bitter Suites”
They painted us red….
Discolored and stained in the dye of our own burdened blood, which aided in shading our future. We had descended. Our ash-covered hands were consumed in the deepest flame of deceit.
Bleeding into the pages of our lives like a vial of reluctant ink,
Seeping into our subsistence.
Not much has changed; our friendship was secure
A type of bond, a connection
Links us to an affable precedent
A past of worth, a past of luminosity
Joyous glances and hopeful smiles lit our warming hearts
But for how long does harmony reign?
Nothing lasts forever, unless you end it before it rightfully impedes. Greedless were we to remorse.
I sense myself becoming distant, an outsider to thy domicile.
The loom of fate cannot amend; false alterations of unsullied destiny would be in vain.
A soul is chaste, as we have been
That ties the liaison
Held together by a single string
A thread interweaving our hearts
Filament can easily be cut.
You need not worry, for it isn’t our fault
The culpability lay upon the shoulders of the mystified
You and I hold no comfort underneath facades.
But still I am repentant.
Our friendship had been a burnished coin, laid partially buried in the warm sand never to truly be seen by the quintessence of others…
But no matter the strength of desire, nor hope,
That cache will be washed away by the shore, which bares the water of envy.
It is beyond doubt inevitable. Our hope, confiscated by one whom had gone astray, as are we now.
Rejected in unsolicited silence; encumbered by my own precision.
I apologize, for I am a pure enigma indeed.
