The Sword

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Love is kind.

Love is sweet.

Love makes us complete.

 

For some…maybe.

For others…it’s a lie.

 

It’s the tip of the sword.

Grazing lightly.

Tantalizing.

Delicately covering the heart.

 

It carves gently.

Evenly.

Smoothing over the scars,

Of an open wound.

 

Until it pierces the skin.

Little by little tearing apart,

The shreds that held it together.

 

Then the sword,

Plunges deeply.

Fiercely.

Widening the gap.

Until it becomes an open wound.

 

Bleeding.

Weeping.

Ripping apart the flesh,

That held it together.

 

Leaving the heart,

In pain.

In shreds.

Despairing over the loss,

Of once feeling whole.

 

It lies open.

Vulnerable.

Wasted.

Then thrown away,

When it has no more to give.

 

The sword is then sheathed,

After having conquered.

 

And leaves the remains,

Untouched.

And gelling into obscurity.

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Final Reflection

From my poetry notebook….This Ain’t Shakespeare.

final reflection

The darkened window, lit only from behind.

Shows a sharp-angled face, etched with anguish-filled lines.

 

As she stares, long suffocated tears begin to flow.

A life built on trust has been crushed in a single, selfish blow.

 

How did she let this happen? Allow her family to be snatched away?

Now all is gone. Even hope that fate would return them one day.

 

She stands, looking unseeingly at the face reflected back.

Her mind sees a young woman whose life was on the right track.

 

The man of her dreams had swept her off her feet.

Promising to love, honor and cherish til’ death they do meet.

 

A child was born, a sweet little boy.

Endless smiles and bliss at this wonderful joy.

 

A home was provided through a business that soared.

A husband who loved her, a child she adored.

 

Another arrived, from out of the blue.

Claiming friendship that was accepted as true.

 

Manipulating and coveting what belonged to another.

That the bond being built was simply a cover.

 

The true motivation was meant to seduce.

Not caring that lives would be shattered, and true love reduced.

 

The other used emotions to bait its catch.

Listening and offering kindness through a rough patch.

 

The catch had been easily tricked by the bait.

More stroking of an ego made it worth the wait.

 

Reeled and then eaten by a prey too fierce.

Unconcerned how the wounds would hurt and pierce.

 

Guilt overcomes, and a confession needs to be made.

Begging forgiveness, making promises, in order to stay.

 

Eyes blink and she sees once again.

The reflection of a woman cast aside for her sins.

Portrait of Lies

From my poetry notebook…This Ain’t Shakespeare.

portrait of lies

Your eyes see a picture of perfection

But buried beneath the beautiful package

Is something outside the truth

 

Secrets, lies and deception

All tumble over one another

In a wildly beating heart

 

A heart panicked

At the thought of discovery

And the inevitable destination

Of a loss of a life

Carefully crafted

 

A smile tricked out at the corners

Speaks of a lover kept secret

 

Eyes gazing into a memory of

Citrusy rooms and paisley bedspreads

Where two bodies writhe in desperate abandon

 

Chasing away lost hopes and daily drudgery

Looking to find a past youth

And forgotten excitement

 

But ends up with guilt weighing heavily

As true love smiles tenderly

From a portrait of perfection

 

Just Friends

Because we’ve all been here…from my poetry notebook  This Ain’t Shakespeare.

just friends

You say you want to be, just friends,

That our time together has come to an end.

After years of intense, heated passion,

You wish to close that door and firmly latch it.

Forget the whispered moans and sighs,

Forget the press of thigh upon thigh.

Feel no longer your touch upon my breast,

Your soft stroke and gentle caress.

The shivers that run up and down my spine,

As your hips repeatedly crash into mine.

The heat of your body, which blisters my own,

The hands that clasp my flesh and my composure is blown.

Your kiss, so deep, it draws me in,

The fingers that tenderly cup my chin.

Your tongue so knowing, making me plead,

Why can’t you stay? I’m begging you, please.

Just friends?

I don’t think I can.

It’s deeper than love and more than I am.

Just friends?

My love still lingers, it will not disappear.

My heart beats madly when you are near.

Just friends?

No, I’ll keep my memories of us alive.

Our love was too strong to just let it die.

You go your way,

I’ll go mine.

Leaving those years far behind.

A piece of my heart will always stay true,

Belonging unfortunately, only to you.

Your Love

From my poetry notebook…This Ain’t Shakespeare.

when i think of you

Artwork by Tatyana Ilieva 

You’re the medley of every slow song,

That sings to my soul.

 

You’re the breeze as it moves silently through the trees,

Whispering into my ears.

 

You’re the waves of the ocean as they crash over my body,

Leaving me tingling as they slide back to regain momentum.

 

You touch me on so many different levels.

Your presence soothes me.

Your arms calm me as they hold me close.

 

Knowing you are near, whether in the same room,

Or just outside the door,

Comforts and eases my mind.

 

Your smile of happiness, your eyes filled with love,

Tell me what I need to hear.

 

Your heart beating into my ear, as I lie against your chest,

Speaks to my own heart.

 

Burying my face into your pillow,

After you’ve left.

Your warmth still lingers,

Bringing a smile to my face.

 

If this day were to be my last

I’d be thankful that you had shared your love with me.

 

 

 

 

madness

From my poetry notebook…This Ain’t Shakespeare.

no love

we watched a movie together

in which his love was proven when

he joined her in her descent into madness

rather than abandon her

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I’m not certain that I could join you

if madness were your fate

but the madness of my love

would never allow me to desert you

when you needed me most

madness 1

I would stand with you as you go through

your private hell

despair

holding your body as tremble

lending my ears as you scream out your agony

drown in your eyes as your tears make a lake

 

follow in your footsteps as you wander

your path to nowhere

building walls

believe in your words that have no meaning

love you unconditionally because you are my heart

 

never giving up on finding you

beneath your temporary shell of insanity

 

I would help you break that shell

for you to see, once again

the light of love

hope

that even madness

cannot extinguish