My Estranged Muse

By times capture he has remained nothing, but a distant memory.
When at once time stood still so that my ears could catch the sound of my beating heart, so that my eyes could glance at my distending chest which sought to catch its breath; now, time treads along following me into a future which no longer holds on to him, my past.

My estranged muse- what's happened to him now?
He's far away in my thoughts, yet dangerously close in the distance.
His imprint in my life has been washed away like the gentle rush of the water as it reaches the shore and takes with it every trace of footsteps left on the sand; leaving it bare and ready to be molded once more.

At times, his beautiful impression captivated my existence. Just as a child captures a firefly in his hands and releases it at his will, he, too, released me from his grasp, leaving me to wander about, aimlessly awaiting to be caught by him once more, however, leaving me with the unsatiated hope that caused my melancholy.


To my estranged muse: my cheek no longer rests on a damp pillow- a pillow that upon touch could speak a thousand words about you, but that now is silenced by the absence of tears that are no longer shed.

The Capture

The sweet smell of innocence enticed you, my hunter.
The spell of seduction made me the prisoner of your desire.
You ravished me in your arms, poisoned my sweet lips, and bit me with your gnarling teeth to have me only as yours.
I fought the temptation to give in to your captivating grasp, but the enticing smell of my hunter melted away all attempts of resistance.
You had me at your feet.
You looked at me with pitty-filled eyes and you proceeded to devour me to satiate your lustful appetite.
You had of the meat you preyed for.
You sucked my bones dry...

MY truth is YOUR lie

On the bed our bodies lay surrounded by your sweet-scented lies.

Your sugar-coated words that reassure me that I am the only one turn bitter in the instant when the rumble of our sounds, which are created by the extacy of our passionate encounter grows silent.

And your lies stay hidden within the creases of your tossled sheets only to be awakened by the sounds of our next explosive encounter.

Yet, their you remain unmoved and unfazed by the lies that surround you- lies that are stamped in the space where you rest, in the blankets that cover you, and on the pillow where you sleep.

There your lies rest- never to be revealed, but to keep you warm at night.

Suppressed Silhouette

The silhouette of IT is infinite.

It fades into the night, washed out by the darkness that surrounds it.

It moves with a cause; unfazed by sounds.

Silently it exists unbeknownst of the breeze that caresses it which longingly awaits the awakening.

The awakening that will bring with it enlightenment that lies dormant and suppressed by fear.

Wish Upon a You...

We'd gaze down at the cty below.
We'd light up the valley.
I'd gleam because of your very existence.
My light would beam brighter than the most shining star.
Our constellation would exist throughout time.
We'd be the reason why two lovers have hope.
The two lovers would learn of our journey through time and space.
They'd get lost in the concept of our existence.
They'd realize that they could seek refuge in the starlit sky (for the stars journey never ends).
If I asked you to, you would bring me the moon.
You'd be my everything because you exist.

Journey To Freedom

To feign and fake like I don't care
To be a prisoner of a lost-love's despair
I shall surrender my feelings to logics care
There it will be safe, unharmed, and free from the tormenting weight of my heart, which holds the key to my freedom.

Silence

The sound of words unspoken resonates in the silence that exists around me. I am suffocated by the bitter embrace of longing that envelopes me in the mornings when I wake up and during the nights when I cannot fall asleep.

Only the shadow of your existence is what I follow into the emptiness of a cold and lonely place. For when we have reached our destination, I find myself there, alone, and staggered by the hope that has just slipped away.