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The Eyes Of An Empty Lover
22:21 Feb 23 2008
Times Read: 667




Silver and Aqua windows to her soul

Changing their shape every passing day

Rimmed in black, sculpted like art

Longing, compassionate, bitterly mislead

Masses state they appear void of each and every emotion

One true love foretells every hidden feeling

Dark, intense, mysterious, gazing judgment

Do not linger too long analyzing their core

You will find yourself lost amidst the daze

Reach out Observers and grasp realism again

Determined, understandable, loving, critical

Like rain falls on the window pane

Tears slide from the dampened rims

Do not weep my love,

For love will free your essence

The Candle in Glass
22:20 Feb 23 2008
Times Read: 668




Even an effortless ember can light the withered wick,

an inner soul scorched in the hellish heat.

Escaping from its translucent prison

leaves nothing but opportunity for destruction,

yet somehow splendor can be seen in the tinted colors.

Lavender fades to ecstatic hues of sapphire,

stretching blonde to blistering white.

Demented, parading images created in the passionate blaze.

Radiating, conveying illumination into shadows,

flowing, transporting warmth onto aloofness,

mere blessings incessantly possessed.

Bleed and depart this life,

its remains become paler in the air.

The only essence lingering is fragrance,

formerly boiling drops of flesh now chilled on the parapet of enclosure.

Diminutive existence can never be brought back,

but new vitality can be created with stale blood.