dragonarya7

Paper frail, it lies in binds. Ink now splattered on the lines. As the words all fade away, Message reaches, there to stay. Through the gates, the sands of time, Touch the cover, always mine. Memory of what was done, When it hits, the morning gun. Fragile pieces on the floor, Has been broken, words no more. When the brain fails to suffice, Chance of fate to roll the dice. Not my memories to keep, Still they linger in the deep. Beacon used to find the light, No hope it will stop the fight. Syllables come to transpire, No more strings to heart’s desire, Years are slowly dripping down, Hesitance puts on a frown. Remembrance in poetry,

Silent envy takes its place, Rotten to the core. Opposites shall not embrace, For there is e’er scorn. Silent longing, hear its call, Warmth and chills collide One another, they befall, Hues of passion fly. Silent whisper in the wind, Words now stretching hands. Water his mischievous glint, Fire’s shine to mend. Silent ember flies to shore, Hoping to reach end. Light now bruised, cannot take more, Droplet’s touch still yearns. Silent wish is to unite, Meddling takes its toll. Destined as they are to fight, Dimmed by lovers torn.

Voice of reason lost the mind, Searching words it shall not find. For refuge is what they seek, Hiding past the mirrors deep. No reflection, answers still. Hit with air, it takes the thrill. As vibrations seize the sounds, Shallow surface numbs the grounds. Cobblestones which no toes touch, Smooth and cold, the earth they clutch. Guide of words which seek a place, Into building’s sweet embrace. Restless spirits walk the halls, Morning comes as darkness falls. Desperation seeks the souls, Lost as fragile ancient scrolls. Footprints lead to empty rooms, Smell of musky cheap perfumes. Locking doors behind the back, Unheard, careful wri

Behind the peaks of widow's hold, where dead man's gorge lies vast. There time stops, 'twas foretold; as truthfulness lies in the past. To tread on plains which shadow guards, Master and will must clash. Lies equal houses of cards, Crumbling down with every bash. Omens drift from venue to time, Lead him from hearth to frost. Legend’s voice used to chime, Not all those who wander are lost.

Darkened wood; Spirals down to destiny Merged with tiles of unbound stone. Gentle moan cast wearily. Regal curve; Steps caressed by zealous touch Lead to place of secret love, From above the fingers clutch. Carvings deep; Graceful turn as winding down, Descending shadows to light. For its might reveals the crown. Stairway proud; Carvings deep of craftsman good, As that unknown sudden swerve: Regal curve in darkened wood.

As Slumber gently strokes the mind, Withholding confirmed truth -- The satin Sheets caress the soul; Creating finest mood: For Pillow leads life of its own, Its whispers soft and smooth. Now Lullaby raises his voice -- Cacophony of sounds; As Chaos swirls around my head, Allowing me to doubt: The end is nigh; it mumbles smooth, Promising words to flaunt. As Mattress lays me down to rest, The sounds now seem to bend; For harsher noise transforms to white; Mind takes its final stand: The warm embrace of Blanket’s touch -- Pull me to Wonderland.

I am raw with jagged edges A figment of chaos amidst the creek Strewn across the twisted meadows Where the bold wither against the meek. I am cut with strings of solace A piece of calmness amidst the storm Bent in shapes of twisted glasswork The whole a framework about to form. I am lost with inked out pathways Naught but wander amidst the found Scared to open twisted doorframes Where the memory has lost its ground. I am small amongst the giants A child without a childhood spent Pushed into a glass container Bruised and most severely bent.

Dear dad, You once told me not to cry, Said that it would be alright. You never mentioned all the pain, Nor the heartache that it gave. I once told you I was scared, Said that things were just so bad. I mentioned that I had no hope, There was no way for me to cope. You once told me I'd be safe, Said that I would be okay. You never mentioned darkened skies, Nor the lakes I'd have to cry. I once told you I was proud, Said I never had a doubt. I mentioned that I was prepared, To see the person you were bared. You once lied about your mind, Told me it would be just fine. Lied about your lowly state, And the scars that it had made. I once li

The corners of the room weep For the shards scattered around The broken pieces of humanity The crystallized tears of despair For her spirit has been shattered The cracks in the walls open For the wisps of understanding The smoke of dwindled hope The last remnants of kindness For her soft heart has now faded The floors of stone are canvas For the paintings made of sorrow The blackness spilled from fractures The reflection of all that is lost For once broken                              there                                       is                                           no                                                return