Immortality

Cruel sickness overpowers me like death’s grip
piercing my stomach in rage like a day’s decay
Unhurried time ticks slowly to a halt
my benevolence like defenseless prey.

Succumbing to your handsome presence
I hear your muted whispers in shadows.
I feel your languishing embrace
as we lean against a world so hollow.

Lost in a whirlpool of immanent strife,
My vision tarnished yet I return to you once more.
Defeated in this impetuous life,
Scared of the unknown, a stranger to rapport.

Will you love me until my heart stops its beat?
Or is this conception all a fallacy?
This unrelenting desire to feel complete
refuses to relinquish; Proof of my own immortality.

The Woman Who Whispers to the Wind

She plays with passion under the illuminated heavens

and finds joy in the way the stars smile with good fortune. 

She charms strangers with her lustrous, silvery locks,

which ripple down her dusky, Stygian frock.

She escapes the sleeping, greedy men

skin as white as Winter’s hand. 

She lives alone, widowed in the wilderness

amongst naked trees with unwonted camberous twists.

She laughs as the wind dances on her skin

and tastes love as sweet as rose petal wine.

She sees the trees transcend with sullen disquiet,

and yearns to join His solitary merit.

Earth is her mother, Time is her Father;

The woman who whispers to the wind.

The Story of Him and Her

Another one from the archives. I think I wrote this in 6th or 7th grade, one of my first attempts to write.

She has loved him for so long
Dreams of him every night
She says a word
because she is too afraid to fight
If she lets people know
Exactly what is inside
She will never talk to him
She will always have to hide
These feelings that she has
Won't seem to go away
But she enjoys the jump in her heart
When she sees him during the day
At night she wishes
She had talked to him more
While at the same time
He wishes he hadn't been such a bore
He is so worried
That she does not feel the same
He has not told anybody
About his little game
He likes to watch her
Everywhere that she goes
He has her memorized
From her hair to her toes
Half of him wishes she knew
The other half is scared
So they both keep on living
Not knowing what could be there

Lovers

Spread across the night

They move in a dance in the darkness.

Down and up the moonlit canvas,

Their passion paints with brushstrokes of fire. 

The rhythm of his stride tires.

“Keep going,” she begs.

He obeys her in a renewed frenzy

and fills all of her desires.

Exhaustion heavy upon their bodies - 

Amore sweet like an aerial perfume.
Time stretched out in front of them.

Hearts at first light.

This Wretched Sea

My Ship is lost.
In the storm through which it is tossed.
With no one to keep me company,
and never to grow any fonder.
Of what lies ahead, no matter what is said.
Doomed to this wretched plain.
Doomed to endure this hurtful pain.
To forever search for love.
Looking for the one, who came from above.
To pull me from this drowning flood.
And when I thought I found him,
I landed in the mud.
I am still looking for that ray.
Which will turn darkness into day.
The guy to set me free.
From this wretched storm-tossed sea.