Chicanery 254

For I am a blade of grass that wisps in the storm that is you, And in the wake of your smile, my walls crumble into a longing akin to madness, I wade through this bog of memories where pieces of us lay, And so I build again and wait in stillness for you to tear me apart once more.

I won’t be here long,

Probably won’t hear the end of the song,

Walk out into the rain that clings to me stubbornly like I did to you,

I won’t be here long,

It’s time to be moving on,

We’ll still be under the same stars,

But no more me means no more scars,

I won’t be here long,

To hold back the river of tears,

The sun will rise after the rain pours,

And a new song will play,

Wish I could stay.

A story is told of an act of kindness,

Mankind endowed with sight but plagued by blindness,

Hidden away and afraid of showing his form,

He was an oddity clothed in imperfections and far from the norm,

Faces grimmaced and hostile, he beckoned on a long forgotten mother's smile,

But man longs to live and goodness yearns to give,

He was met with meticulous gaze, in betwixt pitty and a mind dazed,

It settled into calm, the ebullient embrace of open arms,

In mates, books written and melodies sang he found laughter,

In kindness and friendship, a love boundless,

To the peculiar we owe acceptance, receive this poem as penance,

A symbol of hope and forbearance, a story etched in permanence.

-Chicanery254

Well, I know I'm hard to take

And my bones are calling out your name

While I beat your cold windows

Break the locks on the gate

While I try to forget

I used to be something great.

I saw you once at the edge of light,

As your whispers beckoned me over the ledge,

I plant my feet , safe in this dream,

The morrow will come and i will live one more day.

Faint are the stars in the sky,

Devoid of their light as i am of you,

This kind of pain cuts deeper than a blade,

My beloved cast to the crypt where blackness pervades,

I was a stargazer when the heavens birthed light,

Now the days passed into shadow, a crescendo into madness,

I cast my eyes upon the earth where the starlight once fell,

How can i be whole again when the fingerprints on my heart were all you left?

Take of your master's yoke,

Be free of him,

Carve out your path through the wilderness and mountain peaks,

Journey there,

Find yourself,

Your fate is yours to command!

Sit on mamas porch with me,

Our bodies against the wooden foyer,

Two old souls tethered together,

We have been here for an age,

Still silence, desires aflame,

My existence lies in your eyes,

We forgot the world,

Lying here for eternity as the ravens circle,

Ash to the earth that bears testament to love eternal.

I wish I were a bullet,

Loaded during roulette,

Suffocated in this chamber,

I'm a claustrophobic mess.

Till you pointed me at you and squeezed.

You set me free and in turn I broke down your walls.

Tore through your armour, hurdled toward your heart, 

A gush of crimson rose petals fell at your feet as you collapsed into eternal bliss.

What better way to go?

A splash, ripples and nothing more,

How the stone was cast, the feeling of it leaving your palm,

Like a weight you've shed or a letter you've written,

How it falls to the water's embrace and the chaos that then follows,

How it all subsides to calm,

These are poems around us, as many as drops of water.