Submissions by LadyCyraXIII
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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Poet with much heart...
To Be Whole
Echoes like soft rose petals on sand
They sway gently with the wind of emotion
They linger there under the light of the sun and moon
They wait like faithful children
Waiting for their mother to return
Each one a fingerprint to my heart
Each one a chapter in my life
Together they stand as shards of a mirror
Reflecting light but can’t hold any of their own
together still only a fragment
in the dark they are fragile shadows
only to run and hide at any heart beat
that may pass by
afraid that they too will search their chest
and find no heart...
They sway gently with the wind of emotion
They linger there under the light of the sun and moon
They wait like faithful children
Waiting for their mother to return
Each one a fingerprint to my heart
Each one a chapter in my life
Together they stand as shards of a mirror
Reflecting light but can’t hold any of their own
together still only a fragment
in the dark they are fragile shadows
only to run and hide at any heart beat
that may pass by
afraid that they too will search their chest
and find no heart...
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She is Death
oh the sweet taste that is the wine of age and flaw
like an aged sin within a vessel
be it wine of flesh
ah how she sips the chalice that belongs to time
how it fills her mouth and dances over her tongue like a melody
cold always cold and tastes of copper
she drinks deep
her pallid fingers furled and laced within the day
how they entwine like the leaves on the gate of the cemetery
her hair flows like a widows veil
the scent of earth and pine
lo she be your enemy
who lingers from birth and mocks you when you stumble
her mark is the moist...
like an aged sin within a vessel
be it wine of flesh
ah how she sips the chalice that belongs to time
how it fills her mouth and dances over her tongue like a melody
cold always cold and tastes of copper
she drinks deep
her pallid fingers furled and laced within the day
how they entwine like the leaves on the gate of the cemetery
her hair flows like a widows veil
the scent of earth and pine
lo she be your enemy
who lingers from birth and mocks you when you stumble
her mark is the moist...
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