The kiss, a caress, of happiness for a while

Published in the 2017 Blue Fringe Arts 25th Anniversary Short Story and Poetry Anthology.blue fringe arts 2017 25th Anniversary short story and poetry anthologyThe kiss, a caress, of happiness for a while

Sometimes, when at first light
a euphoria seizes
and it pleases, if only
it would last until the night.

For I remember the smile
and therein a moment’s bliss
then the kiss, a caress,
of happiness for a while.

My fingers tremble, wrestle
for the light, draws into wane
and the laughter drains; the malady
of an empty vessel.

Like my heart, which flutters,
I reach for my own resolve.
And yet, behold, nothingness
I am left to utter:

“Where is the light stolen away?
Why do I feel, when it darkens
and hearkens but a breath
every damned day?”

Yet, striating through my flesh
the reminder, I am alive.
And naught deprived, for it still
flutters beneath my breast…

the kiss, a caress,
of happiness for a while.

blue fringe arts 2017 25th Anniversary short story and poetry anthology

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And love was stolen

And love was stolen
by a fool, by a coward
Stole her from me
But willing, she left

Tainted, and the shadow fell
A cloak, and took all forgiveness
stole her dreams
stole her happiness

But forbade her, I
never to be with him
and to humiliate
To be mine, until

The day
All donned in white
A mockery, a sin
To make them see

And in that hour
I buried within my heart
the dagger of her betrayal
to let them all see

And yet they could not
The horror
The heart
and no sorrow

Banished, disowned
and I became
a victim of my own desire
for vengeance

To the drink, to the faery
as dread stole me,
and slowly, the seed of wrath
grew and bloomed

And taken, I found the being
Loath to leave myself behind
but a creature foul, I became
and took his life, her love

Took his life
to bring her misery
one last time, for my heart
never healed and peace never found

© 2016

She speaks to angels

This is a work in progress.


She:
Breaking through these hardships
though I’d never looked up from the roses
when the darkness reached the silence
and the sorrow in his eyes

I was lost
and lonely
and so cold in there
Forgotten beneath the stars
I took all of his love
And fought it through the night

Embracing all of the madness
So lost was my mind…
Lost
so lost
inside

He:
She speaks to angels
Burns and decays
And flies away…
From her heart
in which sombrous daemons dwell
tearing me from her

© 2016

A grave fortune

A grave fortune
Lusted by the lonesome
And given to the unworthy
A chance to dream
While death lingers
Lost in searching for those
Vagrant hearts
Tortured by the world

© 2009

left in sadness

left in sadness
a shadow lurks
in my mind
with raging torrents
welling in my eyes and
the despair caged
in my heart

with no beacon to
guide me
from the shadows
of my mind
the sadness is
stained

© 2010

Fire’s kiss – original

There is nothing more soothing than a fire’s kiss, scarring an eternity of love upon a lonely soul. That was my lust; my desire. I envisioned my heart staining another’s, redeeming myself from all the melancholy in my life; owing myself affection after the torment which consumed my mind. But that was not to be.

© 2010

Conquering a fading embrace

Conquering a fading embrace
Earthing, and dispelling all venom
And yet still deprived of serenity.

Frozen and grotesque, the greed overwhelms.
No peace
Never found
Condemned to wander;
A mournful dance;
A labyrinth of thistles.

But ever-defiant
the heart does not falter
Longing for peace
It knows will not come.

© 2016