Brief briefing about you.

Brief briefing about you.
(Eternal lovers rest)

Those eyes that laid a world of love upon
have now just shut to sleep on me,
in the end the warmth became the cold,
nothing was left but air to bleed.

The roaring ocean became a whisper,
a piece of lovely voice to hear from you,
then the waves reminded me your darkness,
the curly hair I used to smell so full of truth.

Over the silent nights I carved a name of yours,
ten thousand stones were there to see,
then one night alone the stars grimaced…
there was no “you” be left for me.

On a brief briefing about your absence
I learned the sky would fall on me,
my heart was yours and so you escaped,
I had a hole on chest that started bleed.

There on the ground I lost my feelings,
all I were was nothing but a dirty corpse,
then on a blink it all belonged to inexistence,
that fabled place where only you and I belong.

Those eyes, your breath, thin air!
the warmth of heart, the curly smell of hair,
your lovely voice becoming whispers,
the sweetest night for us to stood and stare.

And on a brief briefing about me and your existence…
I became aware I failed at mentioning some things,
those lungs that used to hold me as sigh forever,
red lips that kissed mine before always fell asleep.

Ticking time will erase all of my carvings,
no more stars will grimace upon our tomb,
then and again it will all belong silence…
and I’ll be there and just for you.

-Eternal lovers rest-
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Starlight -the darkness in these lines reminds me so much of Edgar A. Poe. Something I read on a rainy day, sitting in front of the fireplace to balance out the chill that hits the spine Interesting contrast in your work.


A huge hug.

April

 

Dark, deep and full of thoughts. Brilliant. Ahh, it's so good to see you back. I really missed these things. And you know what? This now goes to my "Redwing's favourite poem list". I loved it. Every description, every way of expressing I believe loss, death, and eternity,...dark..dark eternity.
Tons of love, Pemb

 

More than an Edgar A. Poe it's like a "Starlight A. Weird O." ...or something like that XD

I think that i myself have become a little bit more of an existentialist Pseudo romantic with a twist of low goth and high melancholy or something like that (you'll have to define (if not create) the cathegory i'm standing since a little while). If it's good or not i don't know and so i can't tell, but.., at least i'm kinda enjoying it for the images i'm trying to create and the sometimes not fitting words unless it could be a surreal line XD (yeah, i can not define my own style... i just write the way the words or poems themselves tell me to want to be written...). Contrasts... ilike that word for so much things... because it fits perfectly with this about me not writing acids, but still, it fits with this about me writing contrasts about existence and inexistence as the same, or the creation wrote as a love thing... I'm so happy to see you!!! -.- there, i said it, i missed you april (and i was trying not to sound corny -.-')

Sorry about the long explanation about nothingness...

Lots and lots of non huging hugs and tons and tons of non kissing kisses ¬¬

Thaks for comingggg!!! ¬¬

love you my rain (friend, f rain d. or something like that)

 

if it's dark... could it be brilliant? in fact,can darkness shine?

Hey, i also like my ways ofexpression... they're kinda like me, complex but simple at the same time, disguised as something, but maybe pinting to be in opossition...Am I brillant? because i'm pale but not shining XD.

Thanks for sharing time and words with me =D

Hugs.

 

Well, here it is. I will over-extend [if there is such a thing] myself and stay within the lines [imaginary sometimes, sometimes the only thing that is real] -existentialism - operating on less than the shell [you know what I mean?] and no, I am not under the effect of medication

Starlight -being corny is sometimes healthy -being obnoxious on the other hand -totally different story and as I rattle on, dangerously close to becoming intolerable, I miss you too my friend. There, we are even.

I hope you don't mind -I like a few things in your totally unpredictable reply and you'll see them in print sometime soon.

Hugs.

 

Only poetry has the power to convert the ocean into a meare whisper, loved it.
So glad I stoped by your verses.

From Dallas Texas hugs and kisses.

 

It is a pleasure to have your comment here... Thanks for reading, i'm glad you liked.

Hugs and kisses.