The strange power that only night possesses,
Recalling without warning those minute
Fleeting moments of magic that once sparked like stars,
The winking pinpricks of light stitched across
Those black curtains of time drawn down,
A purposeful shade over the mind hiding the answers
To improbable questions I never should have whispered.
Mysteries like shadows are amplified in the darkness
Where I watch secrets wafting upward, tendrils of phantom vines
Intertwined with mistakes reaching for the sanctified hope
Of ghosts drifting and disappearing like smoky memories
So lost in the gleam of daylight they seem to linger
Only temporarily
Falling through the Sheets by SilverFlameWanderer, literature
Literature
Falling through the Sheets
Dark blankets settle heavily on my chest
Pressing, wrapping, engulfing
My body until I am bound.
Anxiety cuffs my wrists in sheets;
Sweat dots my brow;
I grow increasingly uneasy.
Shadows engulf my mind.
My body is sinking
My soul is floundering
Inky shapes upon smoky air
It must just be my imagination
Creating swirling monsters of orange and green.
But I'm falling falling falling!
Plunging deep in to the abyss,
I see the unknown unfold in black below.
I'm gasping, suffocating, drowning,
Trapped in clinging pitch,
A sinister black lake.
I hear the cracking, the creaking,
The deep, heavy breathing.
A hushed whisper br
Life's essence seeps from her weeping heart
While she stares lackadaisically at the ruby studded sky.
The supernovas pulse with each aching heart beat,
Exploding with passion before passing into eternal darkness.
His love was a black hole,
Taking her light,
Sucking it in,
Compressing it,
Leaving her with nothing.
Violet and indigo nebulae swirl like a nautilus shell,
Expanding and compressing in a perfect spiral;
Golden numbers glow and gleam from within
Tracing the patterns of the pullulating earth.
Oh to fly to the stars,
To dream away the pain,
The searing hurt,
The gaping wounds,
Which leave behind radiant scars.
With e
No Truth in Lies by SilverFlameWanderer, literature
Literature
No Truth in Lies
I would've, could've, should've thought
That there could be no truth in lies.
But blindly I followed your words,
A poor young gullible girl
Fearful and green in the ways of the world.
What was I supposed to do when your words,
Spoken so sweetly and coyly,
Echoed in my soul?
In your scheming wisdom,
You knew to speak with a voice
To melt the heart and weaken inhibition.
And when I woke with the rain dripping
Down my worn and weary face,
My arms embracing the emptiness,
I realized that the wild filly of my soul
Had been beat and broken,
Unable to remember the feel of freedom
That had once been my whole life.
The Desert of Souls by SilverFlameWanderer, literature
Literature
The Desert of Souls
Where the sun touches the shadows
Colors melt out of the darkness,
Glimmering beneath a shining veil
Of smoke and diamonds
Glinting like obsidian in the heat
As mirages in the desert deceive the weary
Whose hearts grow heavy with the setting sun
Knowing that another day has passed
And still they are lost and lonely wanderers,
Searching for the treasures of the earth
Yet somehow certain that such
Artificial riches will never satisfy.
The shadows grow long,
Consuming the sunlight and stealing sight.
Night cools the weathered skin
As the winds move to form another dune
Over the lost and restless soul.
Green butterflies flutter to the ground
Released from a gentle finger hold
And lifted by the sweet summer wind
Destination unknown and unchosen
For a butterfly with no mind
Can make no decision
And must be borne at the whim of the breeze
Drifters wandering aimlessly and out of control
But truly free and content to be
So unlike others confined to patterns
Day after day after day
Confused and carried along by
Waves of energy
And as the seasons change
The butterflies turn to red
Slowly fading away
Growing too heavy to drift any longer
Until they settle on the white glittering
Clouds that have descended upon the earth
The boy sleeps,
Slumped sideways in the restricting seat.
His neck will be sore
When he awakes.
His countenance grimaces--
He is not at peace.
But who can sleep peacefully in these
Hideous seats?
The chime sounds; he stirs.
Head tilts to the other side,
Rests on his hand with wrist bent.
That will be sore too.
Maybe sometimes it's better not to sleep.
Sliding sliding,
Slipping down.
No handhold,
No safety.
Darkness grips,
Silence clings.
My Light,
Where are you?
My platform--
Crumbled.
Too far down.
Falling.
Losing, losing.
Losing Faith.
Faltering hope.
I fought,
I tried,
I cried,
I forgive and apologize.
But no compassion
Comes from the Light.