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IRIDIUM AND MYRRH
'She lay motionless in his arms
An image none would soon forget
Tears masked by the rain, into her grave
Yet it was he who began to decay'
Life immemorial
Sorrow burrowed deep
A single lock of hair
Is all that I keep
I drive my own fate
Into perdition's gate
A gift from another self
If only she recalled
Adrift in the sea
Was amnesty
Pierced through the shell
Forsaken earth, arisen hell
Spectral howl, omen
Malice in the sky
Heavy eyes transfixed
Past the windowpane
Spectre in the room
Penumbra of the moon
Contoured silhouette
Snuffed the only light
A sensation was honed
As blade upon whetstone
Thunder cracks across the bone
To realize I'm not alone
But I never truly was
No, for life was slipping from my grasp
As was redemption
Abandoned behind me
Haunted home in ruin
Enveloping darkness
I'll never sleep again
Wading through water
Phantom in the cold
Of the corporeal
Only suffocating fear remains
Amid the mire, her late attire
Yet borne of forgotten desire
Those myrrhic eyes akin to flame
Without a soul, they scintillate
Horrid visage, left no mark
Welcomed her with open arms
How radiant, her gloom
That the woods fell silent
And my dysrhythmic heart
Waning against hers
And in the dead of night
She outshone the morning star
As if it were her boon
I look above...
Iridium in the snow
In paucity it blows
But from where...
The Devil knows
Erasure of doubt, she grinned
Laughter on a second wind
And sight is stolen from me
Abattoir of memories
I walk over pools of blood
Thicker with each mistake
And each remnant I'd left behind
Deeper still, into the trees
As the pool beckons a flood
My shadow has become a fake
And each step, no longer mine
I regain my footing
On unstable reality
I struggle to inhale
Like the air itself is liquid
She is gone, or so I thought
Alas, I am still not alone
For my body has changed
Only the mind is the same
My nemertine, inside of me
Took away what wasn't clean
Now I'll realize my dream
To be with her in death, serene
'Still, I am anguished
Every morning I wake
I must say goodbye to her
And embrace what I am
Until next I fall asleep
But there is no shame, there never was'
Published 27th Dec 2017
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27th Dec 2017 10:23pm
poem
the expression
in the darkest shade
about
of
love, longing.
expression
despite the length
held the grip firm
on the reader.
intensity
as well as imagery
delivered
job.
poet.
the expression
in the darkest shade
about
of
love, longing.
expression
despite the length
held the grip firm
on the reader.
intensity
as well as imagery
delivered
job.
poet.
27th Dec 2017 10:25pm
You are quite nearly my favorite poet of the dark, truly. There are a few here with such different styles that it's difficult to choose, but you consistently impress me. The word choice, flow, rich singular metaphors and overarching themes are excellent. I think not enough people are willing to sit and work through the depth of your work, and your following isn't nearly large enough as you deserve (I'm being real, you asked for HC). It's not about that of course, but some of the truly gifted and surely brilliant people here go overlooked, and I suspect that the audience's lack of reading comprehension has something to do with it.
Easy erotic poetry draws hordes, but this is deserving of publication.
Not that my opinion is worth shit, but I stand behind it.
"Iridium in the snow
In paucity it blows
But from where...
The Devil knows "
Honestly, what in the fuck!? This is SO good.
Easy erotic poetry draws hordes, but this is deserving of publication.
Not that my opinion is worth shit, but I stand behind it.
"Iridium in the snow
In paucity it blows
But from where...
The Devil knows "
Honestly, what in the fuck!? This is SO good.
28th Dec 2017 1:41am
This comment made my entire month, truly. Thank you so much. And I must admit I chuckled at the 'reading comprehension' comment.
28th Dec 2017 00:38am
28th Dec 2017 4:54am
This is amazing, breathtaking, an intricately woven story from deep within self, as is so often your unique style, I enjoy your poems so much because they are a journey from the everyday, this is just that, great title and ending, deserving of a competition win for sure...
