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Heart Flower

My heart like a flower so easily can wilt, so fragile, beautiful yet so easy it breaks.
So bright with life but how quickly they fade.
Petal by petal cascade they dance, falling slowly like rain from the clouds.

Like dewdrops upon leaves as the sun kisses the sky.

Like silken feathers fall from the dove, descending slowly, a gentle touch, a slow kiss goodbye - delicate yet soft as they dance from above.

This heart it beats, so strongly it beats yet there's only so much pain it can take, so much loss, so unbearable the ache, so many cracks before like the mirror I break.

Like the puzzle disassembled too many times it’s pieces remain yet many are missing, lost in time and I never will find them forever it’s loss, no longer a part of me - nevertheless I must bear it, this my cross.

So many tears once hurt I'm able to cry, trust taken is not so easily returned, offered to another yet never earned, many times I reached for the rose yet bled from its thorns, reaching once more, scarlet drops stark crimson on ivory skin - a canvas painted yet without end, bitten so often it was my lesson to learn, to continue to fight for that which I yearned.
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As eve with a red apple was also charmed, tempted by the serpent whom has many faces, forms these disguises he hides, yet gaze at him closely and revealed are his horns, revealed are his faces this creature of sin, smiling outwardly, rotten within.

Hope it was trodden down so quickly, so often, many times I watched as it burned, watched its ashes, blown to the wind saw as they shimmied then witnessed them scatter, vanishing ghostlike into the darkest nether.

Much like a candle once shining so bright, warmth and comfort emit from it's light.
Flickering gently it caresses my face yet it is snuffed so easily, darkness creeps to take its place - the shadows they spread, and suddenly I’m veiled beneath it’s gossamer lace.

Tears shimmer - forming streams they fall slowly from grey eyes, wishing for this love that never transpires and I lift pale hands toward the heavens yet my voice is not heard nor pleading nor cries - it echoes back for the father won’t listen, his ears are closed to us lonely heathens.

Hope it is fleeting - so easily lost, to be
loved vital yet pain is the cost and I feel it deeply, a cut then one more, a hundred, a thousand and inside I’m screaming, hands lifted again, I shall whisper no more.

Many nights I have spent on my own, shallow and empty, shivering I trembled so deeply alone and the cold sunk in - a frigid bite yet I was lost without warmth, no open arms of a lover, no kiss nor the touch of another, this love I need to awaken that which beat from within.

The petals of my heart were almost gone, once bloomed bright - vivid, held up high regal and vibrant soon withering they curled defeated as I - left where they fell then slowly they died.
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Darkness like the clouds of an incoming storm shadowed me daily, relentless, forlorn.
shrouded like the widow lost in despair will
eternally mourn - wailing but silently as if from within, suffering internally, eternally without end.

Yet flowers like hearts also mend, petals bloom as love once lost may be found again, trust comes slowly and only with time - so easily stolen yet harder to gain and endure we must to feel the warm clutch of love - a cruel duality for first we must kneel and humbly submit to suffering we felt on that path called pain, suffering I’d endure again and again.

For the pale candle once snuffed can re-ignite, bringing not only it's burning light but glimmer of hope appearing unbidden.

Not truly lost

But only hidden.

The clouds before shrouding the sky and the storm once relentless raging within soon slowly receded to reveal the blue of the day.

Blue as I have been in so many ways - a stain mars my heart, these memories a scar will never depart for they leave always and forever there burning mark.
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Time it is a healer yet never a cure
It’s passing dulls those echoes that remain
Haunting us at times yet subtle and subdued
For forever and always a spark can be seen
A flicker
The knowledge
The heart will mend
The heart will open.
To love once again.

(Needed two posts due to the length)

Copyrighted 2018 - Avalina S.
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Death arrives among all that sound
Like a shoe with no foot in it
Like a suit with no man in it
comes and knocks.

Using a ring with no stone in it
With no finger in it.

Comes and shouts with no mouth
With no tongue
With no throat.

Nevertheless its steps can be heard
and its clothing makes a hushed sound
Like a tree.

I'm not sure
I understand only a little
I can hardly see.

But it seems to me that its singing
Has the color of damp violets
Of violets that are at home in the earth.

Because the face of death is green
And the look death gives is green
With the penetrating dampness of a violet leaf
And the somber color of embittered winter.

Poet - Pablo Neruda (nothing but death).

When someone visits your wall to let you know their blocking you?.

That's rather presumptuous - assuming I care, you could set yourself on fire sweetheart and I'd warm my hands in the flames.

--Believe--



I can not believe
In higher power
Such beautiful lies
Such deceitful wiles
Wilt like a flower

I can not believe
In miracles not now
In blessings or hope
I've watched as they sour

I've held my white flag
Deep into night
Desperately clinging
Continuously fighting
But my flag is in tatters
Shredded and frayed
Like deaths cloak it dances

A delusion
A dream
A losing battle
The path to despair
And life is precious
Delicate
A breath of air

This path it has
Oh so many turns
It twists
It grows
There's a light
At the end
How brightly
It burns

Yet as I tread closer
One step
One more
The light it fades
So soon
No more

Darkness creeps
It crawls
It's deep
A shroud
It suffocates
I can not breath

My heart beats
Faster
Harder
Aching now
Soon to shatter

A million pieces
Scatter before me
And they will not fit
Neatly together
Much is missing
Damaged or lost
My heart is shrinking
With every loss
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They slice
They cut
How painful the heart
How deceitful it's lies
How often it's broken
How deeply it cries

The path is long
It winds
It turns
It's life
Yet death
Waits silent
He squirms

Patiently he sits
Ready to strike
So fast
So swift

And the light is snuffed
And it's getting darker
And where is your hope
In the face of death

He visits us all
In our final hour
Time its ticking
Ticking faster.




Copyright 2016.
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