Who believes in love anymore? Love is just like religion. You want it so so so much to be real. But its not now is it? Deep down you know its not. Its just how long a temporary attraction lasts. Its only a feeling.

 
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows, let it suffice,
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

-Christopher Marlowe
posted by Div at 20:14

 
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.

I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.

- John Clare

posted by Div at 20:11

 
As time continues
memories of you
ripple away
from the shore
of my mind
where once
waves of you
washed me away.


Poetry receeds.
posted by Div at 02:13

 
I saw a ghost of myself today
Caught in the reflection of a passing window
And I stayed long enough to see
That the hollow eyes staring out
Trapped in a world of glass
Belonged to a boy I could no longer call
Me.
posted by Div at 02:12

 
I trace your lips
with my tongue
pausing
for just a moment
to breathe you in

I missed you

so much


To you sweetheart.
posted by Div at 03:30

 
The discontent in someone was illustrated upon me awhile ago..
I saw her direction of anger as well as its source,
I saw satisfaction in the release of that anger,
I saw the swelling compellment to hate.
And though i saw the stupidity of her words, it showed me the stupidity of mine.
Mine which was above all else, witheringly unclever.
Humbling often comes from the people you least expect it to.
Though it never was mutual, it was a lesson that did far more than teaching.
It was the revelation that faults are seen upon who you choose to see it upon,
However they spawn from your own desire to be without them.
To accept is to learn. To learn is to love.
My Apologies.
posted by Div at 04:01

 
I feel the void between the stars that cluster,
As they swirl around me.
I feel them close,
Beyond much that is distant.
Distant to much that is close.
To each a star smiles.
To me the dark beckons with the haunting breeze that cannot be felt.
And plays the crimson tune to which cannot be heard.
But her fair hand reaches enough to hold mine.
Fingers intertwined i clasp tightly and stand ,
To my only salvage from the distorted wreck of past.
That it is amongst all else - blinding.
My blood breathe's her careful scent.
My eyes bleed with her lurid gaze
Simplicty ressurected what I carefully buried so deep.

I feel a star's smile.

Merci.

posted by Div at 18:36

 
Sentiment in every note
Vibrance in the multi-tudinal rapidness.
Ah,
The classical flamenco of depression...
It is encased in a fortified stone of...plastic
Amour! Touche!...
I cannot feel as I did.
Not now, not forever.
Because,
Purity is piercingly hard to endure
When it stretches beyond what you would choose to choose.
I am burying my hurt so deep it is infecting me.
Should i climb out?
Its so comfortable to be away,
Away from the cloistering noise of life.
My eyes need refilling i think.
My incessant ramblings are confusing me.
I need.

- To whomever needs as much
U have company.
posted by Div at 06:58

 
Existence is perfect -

Sensual embracement conquers,
When you close your eyes and drift to the darkness of mind,
Your sublte mischeif pokes the slandering crux of fantasy,
To which all else is closed,and i cry.
Witty repartees dance in your gentle tunes, your whispers,
Your lies.
Black silk drapes the halve of your picture.
Concealing the perfection of which is instinctively that of humanity.
Placiduous theiving holds to my fingers as you lead me.
I stand a coat, wine and rose.
Where are you?


-Perfection does not exist.

Uniqueness exceeding.
To : l.m.



posted by Div at 05:10

 
Fairest night i played my chance,
To which to where, I hope you danced.
Tresspass not u thought to say,
Room for one, the King of Spades.
I...I watched you kiss,struggled to breathe,
Cradled the memory, held it to freeze.
Tranquility sews my eyes
From sight to see,
Your stolen heart you stole from me.
Fairest night i stopped to glance,
To which to where a withering chance.....


Deprive.Delete.Decide?
Dead.

posted by Div at 00:37

 
There is a world unshrouding your presence,
That grows by the reign of your every touch, glance & breath
I peer to see the anxious willow trees who yearn to reach the purity of thy lake,
Reaching.
But cruel are the poisoning roots that cling & grasp,
The cold heathen earth of demise.
I reach.
A leaf exuding all that is forlorn & solace, touches the water.
Excitement! Exhilaration! absorbing all it can...
And then to content residing...It dies
Enchantment's envy stands amid the mist,
Her soft azure eyes cry pity,...
Her distant tears ripple & distort,...
Spreading & spreading...
The willow trees wait...
There is a world enshrouding your presence,
Do not cry...

What once was will come to be.

posted by Div at 07:13

 
Place not sigh. Cry not fury.
Everything returns in the eye,
as minds will be blurry.
All will be well. None will be left.
In her house we shall dwell.
The maiden that is death.
To that maiden she lives of purpose little,
of that house she resides,
spirits are fickle.
But death does not abide by the choice that is mine,
Neither love,Neither freedom,neither tears,neither time.

Ecliption

posted by Div at 05:54

 
Insanity bulges and shoves against the feeble and withering,
Membrane of my love for you.
Unimaginable is its longing to be freed,
Promising to plant its gripping roots within.
I shun thee for choosing to reside within me...I contempt!
I have carte blanche! Leave!
please leave...
Against my battered castle you smile.
Delight colours your full lips.
Angst seeps through the splintered doors of my defeat.
I beseech you, do not steal my sound mind!
Yet what sound mind gives persona to insanity?
Perhaps I am mad,perhaps it is but an excuse...

Perhaps I am
Lonely
Human Pride is a Curious Thing.
posted by Div at 05:46

 
An Avalanche of despair has smothered me, crushing the very veins that bleed for you.
I picture your face, burning in my thoughts, malignant, injuring maliciously.
Your name resonates in the hollows of my heart as it beats vapidly ,
Yet loquaciously drones your name through my sleep.
How am I to rest my love, if u do not allow me?
I bear no desire for gallivanting even when I hover toward the borders of adjuring.
The heavy ice is cloistering, cold, save me.

Hope
For Michael
posted by Div at 02:46