the sky offers the depth and breadth
of a sun untarnished by haze or orange rays
gazing straight at my eyes, searching, meaning
to find something on an empty alley
and as the night diminishes and eats
the memories we have given birth to
i struggle to catch the air with my
hands bared and scarred
by your absence ~ it sinks, stings, stifles
every living particle that creates me, every
inch of skin, flesh and bones that ache only
for sunrises hummed by your eyes,
for flowers that manifest on the corners
of your heart, beating, dancing peacefully.
persephone | sonnet twelve
before smoke obscure the silence of this
savage heart let the rain of flamed
amaranths wash upon this night of mist
and blackness, singing an ode to your
endless shadow flawed by the
heedless need to form water and air
with the energy of a thousand sun-blazen
stares that come from you and your
aureate, unmarred autumn ~ uncover the
fragrance of days when you held
me close to listen to everything beat
rapidly, to witness each ounce of restlessness
that has taken my body hostage disperse
in the glowing, bleeding sky of madness.
savage heart let the rain of flamed
amaranths wash upon this night of mist
and blackness, singing an ode to your
endless shadow flawed by the
heedless need to form water and air
with the energy of a thousand sun-blazen
stares that come from you and your
aureate, unmarred autumn ~ uncover the
fragrance of days when you held
me close to listen to everything beat
rapidly, to witness each ounce of restlessness
that has taken my body hostage disperse
in the glowing, bleeding sky of madness.
persephone | sonnet eleven
the ache of this heart drowns the serenade
murmured by the incandescent midnight
haze rain against the periwinkle horizon,
the clouds drift and shift amidst
dreamless lovers walking the street fastened
by the scent of forgotten embraces, humid,
sweeping whispers burn my eyes with tears
i grieve the days afflicted by a disease
i call loneliness, following, tracing the steps
you leave upon heaves and piles of leaves
on the ground, shrouded by soundlessness
awaiting the delicate sun to parch beginnings
and ends once more, over and over, again and
again until it holds no recollection of pain.
murmured by the incandescent midnight
haze rain against the periwinkle horizon,
the clouds drift and shift amidst
dreamless lovers walking the street fastened
by the scent of forgotten embraces, humid,
sweeping whispers burn my eyes with tears
i grieve the days afflicted by a disease
i call loneliness, following, tracing the steps
you leave upon heaves and piles of leaves
on the ground, shrouded by soundlessness
awaiting the delicate sun to parch beginnings
and ends once more, over and over, again and
again until it holds no recollection of pain.
persephone | sonnet ten
pierced by the magnetic, gleaming air
you breathe, devoured by the depth
that anchor my halo to your terrain,
while the polar shifts and the axes
fasten the metallic scent of your
body to mine, entangled to the
tides of emptiness, borne of vastness and
warmth, desire and destiny
chained to the melancholic machineries
of your touch and veins, delicate
and intricate mornings undaunted
by shaded rocks, colliding galaxies
hunting for impatient shadows
humming in oblivion.
you breathe, devoured by the depth
that anchor my halo to your terrain,
while the polar shifts and the axes
fasten the metallic scent of your
body to mine, entangled to the
tides of emptiness, borne of vastness and
warmth, desire and destiny
chained to the melancholic machineries
of your touch and veins, delicate
and intricate mornings undaunted
by shaded rocks, colliding galaxies
hunting for impatient shadows
humming in oblivion.
persephone | sonnet nine
she played an air on the piano
striking the keys with ardor and
thoughtful passion, relentless,
unswerving, obliterating
the sharp resonances that bring
me to dark, senseless nights
alone and powerless to stop
the racing heart left to fade
awaiting the thundering sound
of your familiar hands, the slender
fingers that caress me within
and without, the light in your eyelids
like the flesh that throbs and aches,
drown the isles that yearn for you.
striking the keys with ardor and
thoughtful passion, relentless,
unswerving, obliterating
the sharp resonances that bring
me to dark, senseless nights
alone and powerless to stop
the racing heart left to fade
awaiting the thundering sound
of your familiar hands, the slender
fingers that caress me within
and without, the light in your eyelids
like the flesh that throbs and aches,
drown the isles that yearn for you.
persephone | sonnet eight
just before the dawn awakens all but
a few words here and between my
fingers, the night lashes and curses
the seductive glow of mourning
the motions that permeate the
earth sullen and impetuous
daring the quiet atoms of your denial
elemental and unadorned
do not desist, my lost enchantress
and allow the ember of my tears
fill and rapture the well,
carve myself out of your furtive longing
excise laughter from my bones
and bury my forsaken madness.
a few words here and between my
fingers, the night lashes and curses
the seductive glow of mourning
the motions that permeate the
earth sullen and impetuous
daring the quiet atoms of your denial
elemental and unadorned
do not desist, my lost enchantress
and allow the ember of my tears
fill and rapture the well,
carve myself out of your furtive longing
excise laughter from my bones
and bury my forsaken madness.
persephone | sonnet seven
the clouds heaved a sigh, the sound of
sheer alacrity, the hours spin to form
the rain of your delight, to drench
my fumbling ideas and the flint of
my words ~ let me walk through
the sleeping circles, let me forget
the blood of my desolation
let me drown in the pure sadness of your eyes
and as the soil wither and erode
like my heart parched by yellow sunbursts
the stars hover above, pulsating, slowly
diminishing into endless flames, disguised
as trembling flowers envious of your smile,
the ancient, faultless language of our souls.
sheer alacrity, the hours spin to form
the rain of your delight, to drench
my fumbling ideas and the flint of
my words ~ let me walk through
the sleeping circles, let me forget
the blood of my desolation
let me drown in the pure sadness of your eyes
and as the soil wither and erode
like my heart parched by yellow sunbursts
the stars hover above, pulsating, slowly
diminishing into endless flames, disguised
as trembling flowers envious of your smile,
the ancient, faultless language of our souls.
my life according to tori amos
i found the questions on facebook and decided to answer them.
Pick your artist:
Tori Amos
Are you a male of female:
Strange little girl
Describe yourself:
Abnormally attracted to sin
How do you feel:
Not dying today
Describe where you currently live:
Every part of you
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
Dark side of the sun
Your favorite form of transportation:
Cars and guitars
Your best friend:
Sister named desire
You and your best friend are:
Marlene Dietrich’s favorite poem
What’s the weather like:
Raining blood
Favorite time of the day:
When sunny gets blue
If your life was a TV show what would it be called?
Heart attack at 23
What is life to you:
A sorta fairytale
Your relationship:
Sweet the sting
Your fear:
Ghosts and spooks and maybe you
What is the best advice you have to give:
It might hurt a bit
Thought for the day:
Assholes are cheap today
My motto:
Enjoy the silence
Pick your artist:
Tori Amos
Are you a male of female:
Strange little girl
Describe yourself:
Abnormally attracted to sin
How do you feel:
Not dying today
Describe where you currently live:
Every part of you
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
Dark side of the sun
Your favorite form of transportation:
Cars and guitars
Your best friend:
Sister named desire
You and your best friend are:
Marlene Dietrich’s favorite poem
What’s the weather like:
Raining blood
Favorite time of the day:
When sunny gets blue
If your life was a TV show what would it be called?
Heart attack at 23
What is life to you:
A sorta fairytale
Your relationship:
Sweet the sting
Your fear:
Ghosts and spooks and maybe you
What is the best advice you have to give:
It might hurt a bit
Thought for the day:
Assholes are cheap today
My motto:
Enjoy the silence
persephone | sonnet six
reaching for the sunlight in your absent gaze
shards of your shadow falling victim to the mute echo
rising in my head and seeping into
my thoughts that carry no other voice
empyrean of frailties and vulnerabilities
i arm myself with the fleeting, tangible pain
so i can bring you closer to a spring in october
then watch the amaranths take shape in your
burdened eyes, with my sanctified embrace
take you away from the caves that darken your
memories of us, of this, of me
emerging from the vague depths of your mouth
escaping your lips until the sound dissolves
into the fragrance of my own name.
shards of your shadow falling victim to the mute echo
rising in my head and seeping into
my thoughts that carry no other voice
empyrean of frailties and vulnerabilities
i arm myself with the fleeting, tangible pain
so i can bring you closer to a spring in october
then watch the amaranths take shape in your
burdened eyes, with my sanctified embrace
take you away from the caves that darken your
memories of us, of this, of me
emerging from the vague depths of your mouth
escaping your lips until the sound dissolves
into the fragrance of my own name.
persephone | sonnet five
the moon spun from her eyes like mirrorball
in the dense, broad, cathartic luminescence
of my tangled thoughts i catch her fervid
stares one by one, fiber by fiber
and allow, with my hands, to breathe and exalt
each fading memory, every unjaded molecule
that sings to her, as her wings open to caress
the wind caught in the dimmest angle of daylight
these words forlorn in the unraveling of seconds
destined to be ignited by a lonely passion,
a desolate rage, a final cause
to die at last in your arms, in your air and in your glances
to beg and to suffer sweetly, willfully,
ardently tasting the fractures of your stone.
in the dense, broad, cathartic luminescence
of my tangled thoughts i catch her fervid
stares one by one, fiber by fiber
and allow, with my hands, to breathe and exalt
each fading memory, every unjaded molecule
that sings to her, as her wings open to caress
the wind caught in the dimmest angle of daylight
these words forlorn in the unraveling of seconds
destined to be ignited by a lonely passion,
a desolate rage, a final cause
to die at last in your arms, in your air and in your glances
to beg and to suffer sweetly, willfully,
ardently tasting the fractures of your stone.
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