In love’s sweet embrace I fly, bereft of wings.

At your touch, my feet lose contact with the ground;

my spirit, thus freed from harsh gravity, sings.

Dancing on the air, gaily spinning around -

a tender kiss from your lips pauses the world

as thunderous echoes vibrate without sound.

My heart’s tender petals begin to unfurl;

each beat of my pulse a staccato drum beat.

Deep within, the seed of pain becomes a pearl.

Reflected in your eyes, my joy is complete.

Your smile, to my face, true happiness brings;

fanning passion’s embers to glorious heat.

Gone now, the concerns of all worldly things;

in love’s sweet embrace, I fly bereft of wings.

(c) 2017 - dustygrein

**Note: This terza-rima sonnet was done in amphibrachs, instead of iambs.

I am sorry 

I still love you

even when

you strike

my body 

with malice. 

The first time I walked upon train tracks, I felt like a train

No matter how loud, heavy and visible I appeared

People pretended not to see me

They saw animals on the road

Bugs under their shoes

Still nothing

What a lonely life

I don’t remember having friends, I’m not sure what thats like

However

I’d rather bear this burden alone

Best to be alone and one

Two would be twice as horrible

Imagining someone to talk to, share the sights and the sadness

I think, what if they could no longer go on

I’ve been on my own all my life as much as I can conceive of it

Who would even want to wander with me

I have no conversation, they’d at least expect wisdom

Someone would wonder why I couldn’t provide such illustrious sentiments and ideas of what I’ve seen

Yes, best to be alone

Because for that, I have no answer for what I do

I just keep going, it is my purpose

Although I am constantly in presence

It is rare I am engaged

When one beckons me

It is not my job to come

It is my job to wait

Waiting all the time

Alone

One day, I met a man

Old like the others I usually find

He said, “It’s nice to see you. I believe you met my wife last month.”

I smiled, his wife was lovely. Old like him but light like a child.

I saw them walking together for years until she came alone

He seemed like someone I could actually talk to

I asked him, “Why does everyone ignore me?”

he glanced around one last time,

and assured me I shouldn’t be offended, he said:

“Nobody wants to die.” 

Once I knew a girl named Bell. 

I felt like she only had one job...

To make my life a living hell.

She told me I worthless,

That I would never be loved.

She said I had no propose.

She turned the world against me,

Trapping me in a raging wildfire,

Not being able to be free.

I was all alone,

No one wanted to be my friend.

It was like Bell already mad my tombstone.

I turned into a coward,

I did things and I'm not proud.

I cut my arms and gave up all my power.

I did that for a year,

I hated myself,

I wanted to disappear.

But one day something changed,

My blade cut a little too deep.

And I remember being drained.

The doctor said I was lucky to survive.

That day completely changed me.

I realized that i didn't want to die.

The truth never lies

She can seduce with one word

and reduce with the same

She can place on a pedestal

or put to shame

It's the "in between"

that makes her flesh crawl

For she gives everything

or nothing at all

There is a rare flower

that lives

which nobody knows

a kind of species

when held,

its petals open to bloom

all the knowledge of the world

the secrets of history

of language and philosophy

a brain teaser, a brain gym

You saw its beauty

and in your heart, you desired her

but as you came

to pluck the stem from its body

in your big hands,

its petals were cruelly crushed

dying in your arms;

Now you've lost your chance

to learn the things of intellect and wonder

knowledge to you she could've impart

and made you a great man

but now she is dead

no other flower like her 

lives.

I wear this sodden sadness

sick, shit gift of irreverence

passed down through generations

my heirloom and inheritance

coarse mask was my creation

to dress a clinging worldview

born of torn experience and

stuck by sneering stupor glue

you crashed the common market

and shattered expectations

they lost their frame of reference

through deficient information

blind indifference made you sharper

cut a path across malevolence

those years bereft of markers

defined your right to relevance

we sleep restless under Rorschach sheets

long blotted by encasement

our psyche ward union paradox

released us from our basements

the ground below, a mystery

that barely holds our weight

a remnant of the Otherworld

collapsed by leap of faith

who knows what time may deal us

we'll likely just disintegrate or

crash then burn inside our flame

or sign a pact to terminate

'it always ends where it was born to begin'

To be a dwarf down in the mines

Exploring shards of wealth

A gemstone hidden, how it shines 

An ale mug raised to health 

The magic of the world around

Ignored by how I live

The only interest I have found 

The only thing I give

Completes me in the underground 

Beneath the mountain pass

The hammer and the chisel sound

An echo filled with class

In Mrykheim, I would rest my axe

No other realm form me 

And then I'd pay no income tax

A dwarf is who I'd be ...

#fantasy #poetry

I look up at the night sky

As I say goodbye and try not to cry

At the thought of your excrete

Light pokes through the black sheet,

Shedding phosphorescence

In acquiescence

One day, she won’t return,

And it burns as they gleam

The soul, it escapes like steam

The stars aren’t like that,

But they can never be ours

These constellations treat me so well,

They will never quell me like she

But they don’t care,

They just stare

There are silences,

Dripping on the night sky

A series of voids,

Another one destroyed,

And try as I must to adjust,

I cannot avoid

So I look at the stars

And ignore my scars

I am so small

I am so appalled

no rain

for two months

the dirt wishes it could cry out

and bring a few drops

fire is outlawed

the ground so dry

one stray spark would light us all up

the trees engulfed

their dying yellow and orange leaves

mimicking the forbidden

desperate for the forgotten

few venture out into the heat

peculiarly warm for Autumn

everyone stays indoors

with their families

praying

for

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