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Lost LoverI woke up to a world entangled in white,
where the black trees coexisted with light.
And the ice fell swiftly upon my pale skin,
waking me and making me feel alive again.

Enchanting it was, but it left me so cold,
as I was yearning to find my lover to hold.
Somewhere deep in the darkness of dusk,
I had lost him to the wintry must.

So I searched for him again and again,
shouting his name in the depths of the wind.
But no matter how hard I tried to speak,
I could feel the ice sealing my lips so weak.

Then in the distance I could hear a sound
that said, "Darling, won't you come around?"
It shook me and made me feel empty ins

beari.

there is a bear in the forest. he breathes out ghosts, inhales the most
incredible brilliance - forgive me, i'm selfish about this one
i swear i didn't live before him. he's the loneliest soul,
i wrap my jeweled fingers around his bones because i'm alone within

his skin is pale as aspens
he looks alive in the autumn; grinds his teeth in the summer heat
'don't speak' he'll tell
me. he roams with wild eyes & broken bones, he's

the sweetest hell. he's a cavern in heaven. he's
more human than i'll ever be

his fur is made of afterthoughts & lulling birds
twin stars dangling high above his head
to mask a sound you'd give your life to he

*Winter Reflection*No clouds float on winter ocean
Cold ripples run towards shore
Horizon's dark line off in distance
Sharp sea smell, sadly summer no more.

Dank wet sand clings to boots
Hands in pockets keeping warm
Red nose so cold, inelegant drip
Away from warm fire was torn.

Fickle time does not wait
Weeks, months will surely pass
Winter season coldly fleeting
Momentarily will trespass.

2012 Delice1941
6th November2012

Eira and the Hounds of AnnwnEira and the Hounds of Annwn

A stolen kingdom
Reigned with tyranny
And fear
both night and day.
Queen Eira was SLAIN
An age ago,
But still the people say,

"The heroes of the past
Don't last.
In Annwn they will remain.
But sure as the morning sun will rise,
Eira will reign again."

The soltace air,
So cold and crisp,
Drifts inland on a b r e a k i n g wave.
Egrets cry
'Neath the purple sky,
For Eira e s c a p e s the grave.

"Eira is risen!"
Her people delight
"Once more we will be free!"
They grovel and bleat
At her marbled feet.
Eyes full of love and glee.

Suppressed they have been
For a thousand years
Awaiting her

a river don't stop to breathei still have this dream where i walk into your room
& we're seventeen, & your back is bare
when i find myself finding you there
i pull the curtains from your stained-glass eyes
you're waking up; touching my thighs
& things were so simpler then
when i didn't know where to touch
when i was afraid of your skin
when i wondered if you loved me just as much

sometimes i feel like i have too much of you in me
& it's funny how much of an impression you leave
it's easier to walk when i have perfected running
i don't want to talk when the winter's coming

i don't want to watch myself change
it scares me, baby
you have to believe me
i'm terrified of my

The Bone CollectorSometimes my breath catches in my throat
and the very stillness of an earth going
a thousand and three miles per hour
gets lodged there.

Sometimes these simple exchanges
leave me breathless, croaking on dust:
the unfiltered pigments of other people's skin
and blood and ash

but with my tarred lungs and itchy eyes
I sit and sift through charcoaled remains,
alphabetising them from c to c. I am lost
in a world charred brazen.

Many things I have loved have turned to ash.
Many people. I was naive enough to think
that there was some perfect nutritional truth
that could outlast hell-fire.

I claw through a world turned ashen
and know those dead

Avoiding GlassAvoiding mirrors. Avoiding glass.
Ignorant of what you've become at last.
Mouths open with words you fear.
Your claim it hurts and close your ears.
Your eyes are oceans full of 'whys',
full of 'hows' and no surprise.
An excuse for each scratching nail
you inflict on innocents and yourself.
Your background may be dark and grim
but it gets blacker further in.
Do not dwell, Child, on the past.
Change is there but you must face the glass.

*Vision*Thinking thoughts of Daffodils
Rustling yellow in spring breeze
Should there be an early chill
Abundant beauty under trees.

Stop and wonder at spring time
Joyful feelings reign supreme
Emotional moment winters gone
Thoughts uplifted at nature's song.

Daffodil madness reigns two months
Everywhere flowers bloom
As they wither a certain sadness
Remember Bluebells follow soon.

Winter tempered by vibrant vision
Vision pulsating, joyous spring
Just around invisible corner
Seasonal change will soon begin.

2013 Delice1941
13th January2013

A HAUNTED PLACEBeyond the silhouette of my mind undone,
far beyond the skeletons of undead things
that wait for the unaware to draw near,
there lies another world, a haunted place
that bleeds in me, I can feel it dripping
blood a thousand shades of Darkness,
I can feel it scattering far and further
inside words scarlet extreme, it tells me
not to get lost to the corrosion of Yesterday
as it whispers tick tock...your life is
trickling away, through my splayed fingers
my blood drips, keeping time to the pendulum
that ticks in me, but I hear a crunching
beneath my feet...I look down and see that
I am standing on a pile of pulverized bones
and ca

Wild Oats!Days of wild oats remembered
Smile plays on old man's face
Gentle memories, blush with grace
Still recalls tempestuous pace.

Passion lies in fallow field
Wild oats sown there long ago
Nature nurtures all her crops
Another generation will surely sow.

2012 Delice1941
23rd August2012

Chariot Race!Sun god summoned chariot
Equine display for mortal eye
Horses restless eager to go
About to challenge sky.

Nostrils flare, four Arabians
Prime favourites of king
Course chosen around sun
Enthusiastically race is run.

Chariot, flaming arrow
Arabians concealed in cloud
Scudding nimbus all around
Sight of wonder silent sound.

Phenomenon taken for granted
Familiarity breeds contempt
Sun god's chariot, altitude high?
Vapour trail across blue sky.

TruthsThere are truths that are slow to unfold,
by accident or because fate wants it,
they are discovered at the right time.
Known before, the pain would be bitter.
It is easy to hide and not think one is hurting someone
Just cheating,
while no one finds out,
nothing is at stake.
I regret having been so naive
and believe that happiness was complete,
but such happiness sometimes blinds.
The abundance, money,
gifts and jewelry
trips and new cars,
fill hands
but the soul is empty.
The seer was right
She has it all
and she has nothing.
I do not regret having done
what my heart dictated.
I could leave this world of lies,
of betraya

Celtic Harp!Look to hollow, moss grows green
There stands harp that's never seen
Strings vibrate, luminous glow
Waiting for Harpist, twilight show.

Sleek Magpie loves shinning things
Runs its beak along strings
Glorious music fills glade
Played with zest for fairy maids.

Dancing dainty jig this night
Make no noise, they will take flight
High on toes with fluttering wings
Trilling voices, happily sing.

Moments fleeting, soon will end
To fairy homes dancers wend
Illusion over this moonlit night
Celtic harp removed from sight.

2012 Delice1941

Ode to Devon DelightsNow listen 'ere me lurvers
tis zummit ye should know
if yur lurking fur zum fun
ye aint got far to go.
Cos 'ere in zunny Deb'n,
the pixies come and play
when yur drinkin' Scrumpy Zider
and rolling in the 'aay!

It may be surfers paradise
to those within the know,
'Ocean's Fest'
is zummer's best
a festival to sow..
Seeds of grokel friendship of course,
Naughty!

Anyhow, as I be saying
to those,
that there them
are intrested,
the 'ills
are the greenest ye will find
and the countryzide,
it be 'Dev-ine'.

I can 'arrtily recommend
our delicious cream teas
tho' nothing beats
'Hockings'
ice-creams
with clotted cream,

A Love Poem to One NonexistentYour fingers
Entwined in mine
Anchor me here.
Your arms
Holding me tight
Make me feel secure.
Your lips
Passing whispers and loving promises
Enchant me.
Your ears
Always listening
Hear me and understand.
Your hair
So soft as I run my fingers through it
Is my comfort.
Your eyes
Caring, kind, mischievous, protective
Tell me everything I want to know.
You
Smiling in front of me with a single flower
Are my dream come true.
I love you.

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by ~Hayleyishayley, Dec 10, 2012, 1:49:43 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Obsess

over sacred
words and symbols,
Perhaps discover a sign.

Help me escape from this hollow.
These thoughts and feelings aren't mine.

Manufactured

Injected

Planted

Into the space of my head.

Hidden in salt water droplets,
The words that may never be said.

Give me skin unpicked
And teeth that do not grind.
Grant me passage to elude torment

- The prison I've made of my mind.

What is mind?
What is mind?
What is brain?
What is brain?

Mutter psychologists
And the insane.

I can't decide.
There's nowhere to hide
Amongst the faceless drones.

Sometimes it's easy to forget -
We're no more than skin and bones.

What is mind?
What is mine?
I once thought they were the same.

Somewhere

The boundaries became blurred

Somewhere

Amid the shame.

I'll be the damned
Forever
And ever

I am the one
to blame.