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Bliss (A Match Made...)
If Weariness were a color,
I bet it would match my skin.
If Loneliness had a brother,
I know I would look like him.
If Emptiness were the ocean, wide,
I’d spend my life at sea;
But Darkness holds for me a bride,
Her name is Misery.
I wake to face the day, unclad,
My emotions laid bare…
For all to see, stark raving mad,
My venue of despair.
Slowly stirring the cauldron,
Sprinkling hope atop the boil—
The years of my life free fallen
Unto a fruitless spoil.
Still, the relics of ambition
Live, if but to stay my hand,
Coming to blind fruition
In the penchant of the damned…
As the starless sky above me
Holds forever in discord,
And to know you’ll never love me
Stands as my only reward.
If my soul had but an ounce of worth,
I’d sell it for a dime;
If to stop trying to unearth
Redemptions of lost time.
But there it is, the truth in BOLD,
My stark reality…
I only manage to turn hearts cold
Once they’re given to me.
Still, I’ll present you my best smile,
Like I did once, while living—
Take my place ‘the end of the aisle,
Giving in to Misgiving.
As Darkness passes me the ring,
Place it on her bony finger,
While the abandoned hall comes to sing
For Misery and her dead ringer.
Published 2nd Sep 2015
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2nd Sep 2015 3:59am
3rd Sep 2015 2:14am
Thank you dear Ahavati, for taking time to read and reply here... even amidst all the gloom. Your presence gifts me a mile. :)
Michael
Michael
3rd Sep 2015 5:52am
3rd Sep 2015 8:49pm
3rd Sep 2015 11:23pm
Sweet Misery can look just plain sexy as fuk sometimes, John... and at least you always know what you're getting with her. I'll take honest misery over blissful lies any day of the week... they both land you in the same place when all is said and done after all, but at least misery doesn't leave you feeling cheated. :)
Michael
Michael
3rd Sep 2015 11:29pm
I didn't lose hope, Ahavati... I traded it in for a dose of reality. :) Seriously, I appreciate your thoughts and concerns. Please know I am doing just fine here.
Michael
Michael
3rd Sep 2015 6:40am
"If Weariness were a color,
I bet it would match my skin.
If Loneliness had a brother,
I know I would look like him.
If Emptiness were the ocean, wide,
I’d spend my life at sea;
But Darkness holds for me a bride,
Her name is Misery."
awesome ink bro... no other express it better
I bet it would match my skin.
If Loneliness had a brother,
I know I would look like him.
If Emptiness were the ocean, wide,
I’d spend my life at sea;
But Darkness holds for me a bride,
Her name is Misery."
awesome ink bro... no other express it better
3rd Sep 2015 11:31pm
Ah, good to see you here, MV. I appreciate the visit and the compliment. Glad you enjoyed.
Michael
Michael
3rd Sep 2015 2:58pm
"If Weariness were a colour,
I bet it would match my skin."
^^^^^
heh the ashen complexion we're left with when hope burns in the winds of change; you wear it surprisingly well & to your benefit too, mister sighs...
... this is a wrenching wonder of heart strings. could one but turn them to chimes, the cremains in the gale wouldn't sting eyes so much
xoxox
I bet it would match my skin."
^^^^^
heh the ashen complexion we're left with when hope burns in the winds of change; you wear it surprisingly well & to your benefit too, mister sighs...
... this is a wrenching wonder of heart strings. could one but turn them to chimes, the cremains in the gale wouldn't sting eyes so much
xoxox
3rd Sep 2015 11:43pm
Lol...My face would be entirely bloodless were it not for these blood shot eyes. Still, cannot doubt it's pale with all that has recently transpired. Interesting concept, turning heartstrings into chimes... somehow petrifying comes to mind though I am sure that is not how you intended it. :) Still, I here you... 'spose it would be nice if my words weren't always so hard on the eyes. Will see what I can come up with.
Michael
Michael
5th Sep 2015 11:35pm
She's a miserable bliss, if you ask me. And you can tell her I said so. Love the set up and the walkthrough. You have a good command of the verse and rhyming. Nice to read here.
6th Sep 2015 00:07am
Ha, I'm almost certain she already knows...lol. and not sure if she's even talking to me anyway right now... wholly a part of my punishment I suppose. 'Tis most definitely a bliss associated with her though, so I dare not piss her off too bad. :) I appreciate you stopping by, bud, and thank you for the compliment.
Michael
Michael
