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poet divine come and whisper to me
the words that were meant to free,
this tortured soul from chains that bound,
its hollow heart left forgotten.
let the words you conjure speak the truth,
let their magic work, make them true,
these chains that bound and chafe
scarred surface, heal them now.
poet lay your words against this skin,
let them penetrate deep within,
cure the poison left by honeyed tongue,
that is slowly killing this soul of mine.
poet come for i am waiting,
hear my plight, give me your mercy,
unravel these chains that tighten,
drawing blood, draining life,
say the words and seal them in a kiss,
return to me my lost heart and soul.

-eamarifosque 082913-

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if you’re only here

there are worlds left to discover,
roads that need to be traveled,
a journey worth taking,
if you’re only here.

there are millions of pages to be written,
a billion words to write,
stories to be written and told,
if you’re only here.

there are moments for us to live,
seconds to spare that feels like eternity,
precious moments waiting to be made,
if you’re only here.

there are beautiful mornings for us to wake up to,
and nights for our desires and dreams,
there is always something new to experience,
if only you’re here.

-The Elusive Scribe 082913-

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waiting for the faintest of traces of the sun,
parting night’s ethereal sheets laid on sleeping souls
that silently stir on a bed of dreams.
fingers running down on delicate skin
the faintest of blush blooms on cheeks,
the breath of life passed with the lightest of kiss,
lifting the corners of lover’s lips into a shadow of a smile,
a boon given come the morning’s light.
a runaway breeze blows gently caressing silken hair,
a whisper of sigh escapes parted lips that seeks another kiss.
a honeyed treat, a perfect beginning,
for a morning wrapped in arms where comfort is,
a world unfamiliar yet worth getting lost in.

-eamarifosque 082813-

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Something I wrote a few years ago. 😀 And yes, it doesn’t have a title. I’m not really good in giving titles.

traitorous heart
that beats within
hurting…
treacherous heart
that lies within
speak softly…
this body’s wrecked
and wasted…
this soul needs its
rest unhurried…
let it be for now…
let it rest…
let it heal…

-The Elusive Scribe 061407-

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Dance of a Delirious Mind

the dance of a delirious mind
is like the swirling of colors
that is mixed in a palette,
with the bristles of a brush
that lightly strokes the blank canvas.

colors running down
with every glide of soft bristles,
like tears slowly rolling down
on satin soft cheeks that were once kissed
with reverence.

the dance of a delirious mind
is like a million dreams coalescing,
slowly forming into one,
flickering and flashing,
until they merge into a whole.

dreams of hopes and fears,
of nightmares and daydreams,
that were once trying to escape
but now blending together,
to form a better dream with you in it.

-The Elusive Scribe 082713-

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chasing moments, chasing time,
minutes are passing, how they fly.
can’t quite catch up, but still closing in,
hoping these palms can capture,
precious time and hold it back.
because i don’t want to miss another minute,
because i don’t want to miss another second,
of me finding ways to belong to you,
in all the ways i want to be,
because you’re the song i sing to,
and the music i dance to,
the words my world is filled with,
and the story i’m writing still.

-eamarifosque 051499-

an old poem I found while cleaning my room. 😀

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There’s a thousand pictures of you
flying in my head,
those moments that we spent together,
every glance, every smile, every touch,
all dancing in my head.

There’s a thousand words I’ve yet to say,
still clinging to lips unsaid,
wanting to say with every kiss I can give
to your lips I’ve been wanting to taste.

There’s a thousand songs running in my head,
songs I wish I can sing to you,
as I cradle your head in my arms
where you rightly belong.

There’s a thousand reasons why I’m in love with you,
but only one I keep coming back to,
you’re the coolest cat I know,
and one I’ll love forever more.

-The Elusive Scribe 082613-