It can be absolutely terrifying To swiftly fall for someone new Only to realize abruptly later You’ve simply fallen through And you’re still falling … all alone . Poet of the Light © 2021
Clinical
Category: unrequited
Key
Possibilities collide Against probabilities Paradox of night and light Melding all at once, all while Maintaining their individualism Still she comes on like a scent Unseen but ever present Unlike the wind or a ghost Over those thousand of miles In her secret deliverance And like a dew drop- on blade She’s always on the cusp Of falling- once again in love But she resists at the last second She’s a perfect broken angel That has crashed landed Beyond the torn fringes of love Looking for an unknown hero To mend her heart’s wings I can feel her, center of my soul Even her tears drown me From time to time in silence When she's lost all control And at the edge of our escape She glitters like my last hope Till she leaves me cold and- alone Lost between my lucid dreams And the realm of harsh reality Without her, I’ll never be… free Poet of the Light © 2020
Out of sight, out of mind
I’ll break free behind neon clouds When I know you’re not looking Not that you’d notice it anyhow He’s really what you’ve wanted But you ain’t getting anything Left to the dark of your own heart And you’re stranded- in between Your dreams and today’s reality I know, I’m just the fools moon You talk to when you feel alone If you feel like far away company It seems safer for you that way You really need to finally move on And stop pretending that you have You’re just a silly phase my heart Is mysteriously gotten locked onto Before every new red dawn comes And you’re back to wanting him Until I’ve become new and whole I’ll go on being… your forgotten Poet of the Light © 2020
Cause
She’s in love Her heart has been moved Now she wakes up Smiling like a blooming rose Life is finally feeling right And when she dreams at night She leaves her past behind Cause she’s in love Her loneliness has faded Along with her mistakes Her broken heart is healing And she understands everything Like what love is and ain’t Cause she’s in love Glowing like a moon Moving, like grace on Sundays And her sparkling eyes Are like diamonds on fire Only heaven could’ve made her Her warm embraces Can cure the soul's hurts Cause she’s in love With a new and true eternity And nothing can take her away Lips like a pure angel Voice like a songbird She’s everything I want Everything I dreamed She’s in love, but not… with me Poet of the Light © 2020
No arriver
Sometimes, Its gets all too quiet Can’t sleep, very long at nights My anxious heart feels its pain Now I take, my midnight stroll In the fog and damp chilly cold Pretending we walk hand in hand Just like in all my dreams, alone Taking a short rest upon a bench As rain becomes soft snow instead Where I watch lovers embrace again When they step down from the train As I wonder, would we do the same; Or would you never dare let me go? Shame, we will never really know But I’ll still dream of you...again Poet of the Light © 2020
Vacancy
By choice or Circumstance At some point Sun rays will tire All rain ceases to fall Echoes fall damp in silence As my whispers forget to call And I've gone out of your sight As my desiring love...gets forgotten Poet of the Light © 2020
Overflowing
I’m tired, so, so tired Tired of wearing the blues I’m tired of listening To the lies from your disguise That you keep selling to me Your words make my head spin You’re my hearts illusion I’m living off your confusion And your lack of understanding Is killing all my emotions How can love really exist; When you treat me like this? Tell me, who ever heard: Of watering dead flowers, Then expected them to bloom? After all this time of waiting After all this time of pretending You’d think I finally- get it But- baby, I just don’t And that's the real problem I don’t get what you're promising I don’t get anything from you But more lies More sleepless confusion More heartaches More nights, without you too More secret crying More no sweet loving More of what I’ll never get But is all I really want I’m tired of living this mess And I’m tired of lying to me Just to cover...for you Poet of the Light © 2020
Grey going black
It should be criminal How you do me this way I can see it all now You don’t want my love I’m just your passing time thing To replace what you’ve lost A temporary kind of ghost Keeping you from going insane How vulgar you’ve made me Like an infection spreading Now I need someone else To be vulgar for me A plaything to keep on a string Whenever my emotions get to me And I’m missing that touch Of whispers caring bout me I miss the shivers you gave to me When I first believed My mind is slowing dying In a gray pall of reality Because my heart is broken And my cure left me on the floor Not even one little taste Unsatisfied in every way In the darken pain of… unloved Poet of the Light © 2020
Selective matter
Oh- those happenstance meetings Akin, how scraped paper does float Landing most abruptly place to place Sometimes only but for a moment Others, seemingly more indefinitely Ever subject to unseen changing winds And merciless unpredictable weather We skid, slid, bounce and smash into The ruins of shattered broken things Tossed away when no longer palatable We epitomize those roles- as people Like beloved paper hearts, disowned Ripped out from love's used booklet Tumbling blind into multiple of lives In remote or other exotic destinations Sometimes we go unnoticed and still Others, we’re centric of their crises Swept up against some preverbal fence Someway we mesh, near seamlessly Forgetting we’re still used paper hearts As if somehow we’d always been there Amidst a dark background of silence Caught up on some bits and fragments But of someones else's broken pieces Hearts, dreams or within turbulence Suddenly you’ve come front and center As your unwantedness eases away You’re feeling that renewed worth And that comfortableness starts to fit Forgetting still our own vulnerability And our former past life of events We laugh and embrace the sun rays Enjoy those brief scattered showers The pleasing scent of spring flowers Life- has never felt like such a blessing And just like that, we’re uprooted Cruel reminds of our ended season Time has past as we were oblivious And now we’re back traversing again To those former roles as, paper hearts Unneeded, tumbling while...withering Poet of the Light © 2020
Forswear
I could unwantonly reside without you If that is the tomorrow I’m bequeathed Though it would be most bleak, at best I’d refuse acceptance of the cold ambiance Know darkness could never replace you Nor could it ever become my friend We’d be more like armistice adversaries Coexisting only for the sake of silence My sanity would surely be overly taxed My heart- withering in desolate winds Not even the Ravens would dare visit Out of fear of getting lost in my madness A man, an island to himself...still in love Poet of the Light © 2020
