Paradoxical notion,Senseless emotion, Original comotion, Poetry in motion.
Your failure wasn't in that I grew up to be a liar, It was in the fact that I couldn't trust you with the truth.©utopicmetaphoria
From a snow ballTo a barking rugShe is my sisterFrom another mother.Her yips and yapsAnd demanding gruntsTurn older and louderWith every turn.From stealing shoes That never fit herTo snuggling in My bed place.She is the savageLittle thing, that stoleOur hearts treading overHer fellow munchkins.2,557 days she turns todayFor the first time Cities apart, she is not hereTo celebrate.But remember this, cuz it shall never be repeated-You are the best beastMy little bitchSeven times is the charmSeven times is the keySeven times repeat itAnd old together we shall be.©utopicmetaphoria
We were fractured partsOf the same wholeLogs and leavesLost in the flowing fordHeadless of lifeIgnorant of truthMy seems were frayingWhen I met you.Tossed and twirledLike a boneless dollLife raged around me.Bereft of myselfSlayed within my shellsTheir ashes surround meLimp and brokenI slept with my eyes openThat day I waitedFor my fateful ending.Oh but what a different endDid I meet?There was a flash of lightBehind my slitted eyesLike a bright sunAfter an arctic night.You took me homeAnd tucked me inLike hot chocolateAnd childhood dreamsYou rooted me to your peace.I was a broken sparrowTattered and meakDrowning in my own pieces.You were an outcastA proud recluse breedIn denial of your sour treats.You listened when I spokeLike every word I utteredWas a drop of elixirYou held me closeLike I was The very bennedictionOf your soul.I let you delveDeeper than anyone elseBaring myselfWithin an inch of deathAnd on the brinkI leapt into yourWarm embrace.Opening the floodgatesOn my pent up feelingsAnd darkest secrets.I opened my heart to youAnd finally learned To love myselfFor who I am.Till my dying breathI'd thank you for thisBecause I know I canAs I lose myselfIn you every nightTo wakeup and Find you thereIn the morning light.Our's wasn't a match Made in heavenInstead it was my hellThat carved us a piece in time.And on it's ashesThe gardens of our love flourish.We have drownedTogether in this oceanBut there is a lot more To this journey,We still have a crackCommemoratingThe strange unitingA seamThat celebrates the vowThat our souls shallForever thrive in.©utopicmetaphoria
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Mundane mountainsTurn to dust,Life's acquaintancesLose their lust.Time stands still;The past wasThe present isThe future- blurry "what ifs?"when stills of past The eyes behold,A different draftThan what was told.Wise words thusAre born, fromThe fool's errandTo live long.©utopicmetaphoria
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I knew once of a love,He was a close friend.Then you went and let me downAnd I threw him off the deep end.©utopicmetaphoria
The Crescent#moony #musings #latenight #thoughts #foodforthought
A complete halfAn incomplete fullComing or goingNo one knows.White as milkAnd black ink;A seamless wholeSiring watery whirls.Known and notWitnessed eonsGlowing onAnd growing young.New and notBeing one,Circling onA lonely soul.©utopicmetaphoria
If eyes are the windows to our soul, than mine is Black. ©utopicmetaphoria
I will leave in silenceLeave the way I cameI will shun you awayIt is just easier this way.This storm is of my makingIt's eye my just breaking;It is my demonI have to slay.I have made a million mistakesBut your sufferingWon't be my blame,I will leave the way I came.Let the fates take care of you,That is my parting gift to youLet the first light's kiss,Be my farewell kiss.Let me leave in assuranceTo soon be your faint rememberance,Leave in penanceCherishing your lingering essence.©utopicmetaphoria
Forgive / Forget ?
Forgive / Forget ?
Forgiving is easy, it is forgetting that's not.Alas! One can not truly forgive untill one forgets.©utopicmetaphoria
She is long deadWashed awayLike footprints in sand,When you wake up;Jolting upright In an empty bed.A frail memoryWith grasping tendrilsIs all that's left,A foggy visionOf what wasBlurring intoThe could-be clan!©utopicmetaphoria