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Hand in Hand
Framed by moonlight,
Neither sunlit consciousness nor death's aegis,
Will come between our union tonight,
For I can no longer deny myself the happiness they promise,
Every creak in the floorboard and fluttering of my heart is talking,
Urging me to become the prince of her story,
The future they've envisioned for us seems like a fantasy,
A sleeping damsel in distress calling for a knight in shining armor to defeat the societal dragon,
And exchange an eternal vow through one swift motion,
Life after death wrapped in each other's arms,
Devoid of doubt or personal persecution I leave the door ajar,
Allowing the night sky to be our chapel and the stars our ladies in waiting,
The moon illuminating your mattress altar in a white crystal morning,
I stand behind your headboard,
Too far away to kiss but close enough to touch,
Venerating your resting form that I for so long have secretly adored,
Stricken by your dormant beauty I use your pillow as a crutch,
To gaze longingly at your chest as I lay a single rose,
Commemorating our transition out of life's comatose,
Our bodies a mere breath away from coexistence,
The night breeze envelops my senses with your intoxicating fragrance,
Leaving my arm weak and trembling as I raise my knife,
Surrendering to our last moments of mortality I crane my neck to give a final goodbye,
Your terminal expression captured in my knife's reflection,
I plunge the knife into my chest embracing their postmortem romance doctrine,
And without volumes of poetry nor gifts of gold and ivory,
I inter our wedding in your bedroom cemetery,
Our chests adorned with matching wounds,
Only a few moments left before my dream comes true,
So for the first time I hold your hand,
I sever it, sewing it to my chest as a macarbre wedding band,
Christening our matrimony between corpse and man,
A loving bond the world cannot understand,
Never again will I be alone,
Nor will she need a tombstone.
Neither sunlit consciousness nor death's aegis,
Will come between our union tonight,
For I can no longer deny myself the happiness they promise,
Every creak in the floorboard and fluttering of my heart is talking,
Urging me to become the prince of her story,
The future they've envisioned for us seems like a fantasy,
A sleeping damsel in distress calling for a knight in shining armor to defeat the societal dragon,
And exchange an eternal vow through one swift motion,
Life after death wrapped in each other's arms,
Devoid of doubt or personal persecution I leave the door ajar,
Allowing the night sky to be our chapel and the stars our ladies in waiting,
The moon illuminating your mattress altar in a white crystal morning,
I stand behind your headboard,
Too far away to kiss but close enough to touch,
Venerating your resting form that I for so long have secretly adored,
Stricken by your dormant beauty I use your pillow as a crutch,
To gaze longingly at your chest as I lay a single rose,
Commemorating our transition out of life's comatose,
Our bodies a mere breath away from coexistence,
The night breeze envelops my senses with your intoxicating fragrance,
Leaving my arm weak and trembling as I raise my knife,
Surrendering to our last moments of mortality I crane my neck to give a final goodbye,
Your terminal expression captured in my knife's reflection,
I plunge the knife into my chest embracing their postmortem romance doctrine,
And without volumes of poetry nor gifts of gold and ivory,
I inter our wedding in your bedroom cemetery,
Our chests adorned with matching wounds,
Only a few moments left before my dream comes true,
So for the first time I hold your hand,
I sever it, sewing it to my chest as a macarbre wedding band,
Christening our matrimony between corpse and man,
A loving bond the world cannot understand,
Never again will I be alone,
Nor will she need a tombstone.
Published 29th Jul 2015
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29th Jul 2015 10:00pm
I would say poetry is intended to give a real sense of emotions, the words shoud convey it, even the simplest words can hold such great power.
I genuinely love this lines,
I sever it, sewing it to my chest as a macarbre wedding band,
Christening our matrimony between corpse and man,
A loving bond the world cannot understand,
Now every poet has his style that's true but if you could merge the lines together like I just did, it makes it even better
unless the breakage line after line has its significance. Great poem thanks for sharing
I genuinely love this lines,
I sever it, sewing it to my chest as a macarbre wedding band,
Christening our matrimony between corpse and man,
A loving bond the world cannot understand,
Now every poet has his style that's true but if you could merge the lines together like I just did, it makes it even better
unless the breakage line after line has its significance. Great poem thanks for sharing
30th Jul 2015 10:28am
Hahaha yes most of the time I attribute my literary flaws to "style" and usually I'm wrong for the break in pace but in this case it was most certainly deliberate. Or perhaps they are all subliminally deliberate and I'm just letting the poem write itself. 2 complex 4 me.
In this case yes I put in the sudden breakage of lines near the end of the poem to signify the finality of his actions and commitment. After all he is a madman who listened to the voices in his head thinking that killing himself and a girl he's loved for so long would allow them to live together in the afterlife, kinda loco if you ask me.
The longer lines I intentionally made more eloquent to signify deep his romantic delusions go, such as these
"Life after death wrapped in each other's arms,
Devoid of doubt or personal persecution I leave the door ajar,
Allowing the night sky to be our chapel and the stars our ladies in waiting,
The moon illuminating your mattress altar in a white crystal morning,"
When he's talking about taking action to make his fantasy a reality the lines become more rapid and the words stumble over each other, but when he's talking about the girl or his love for her the lines become more fluid and the words flow naturally.
Thank you for your feedback Victoria I'm here to please. :)
In this case yes I put in the sudden breakage of lines near the end of the poem to signify the finality of his actions and commitment. After all he is a madman who listened to the voices in his head thinking that killing himself and a girl he's loved for so long would allow them to live together in the afterlife, kinda loco if you ask me.
The longer lines I intentionally made more eloquent to signify deep his romantic delusions go, such as these
"Life after death wrapped in each other's arms,
Devoid of doubt or personal persecution I leave the door ajar,
Allowing the night sky to be our chapel and the stars our ladies in waiting,
The moon illuminating your mattress altar in a white crystal morning,"
When he's talking about taking action to make his fantasy a reality the lines become more rapid and the words stumble over each other, but when he's talking about the girl or his love for her the lines become more fluid and the words flow naturally.
Thank you for your feedback Victoria I'm here to please. :)
