clinging to your velvet skin
diamonds that silently glisten
sparkling with the rising sun
tears left by the passing night
captured in your upturned face
transformed into beauty come the light
-©The Elusive Scribe 040414-
You shut yourself from the world,
afraid to see staring eyes,
judging you and the skin that you wear.
You retreat into the darkness,
breathing in your own air,
never wanting to see the light of day.
You dream of shedding your skin,
forgetting your sins,
emerging whole and new.
And so you wait in silence,
feeling the heat of the sun,
and the embrace of the moon.
And you weave your dreams in darkness
with eyes closed, as you slowly change,
changing as the days come and go
until you can’t take it any more.
And so you break free
from your self imposed prison
unaware that as you drew the deepest of breaths
your body unfurls in all its splendor.
And you take flight on wings of beauty
leaving behind the shell of your past,
and as you soar above the skies you see
eyes that once stared now glisten with tears
wondering why they failed to see,
your beauty hidden within.
-The Elusive Scribe 111213-
When you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see,
just remember you are beauty in every way that you can be.
Your hair may be unruly, your eyes may not be your best,
but that smile on your lips will definitely outshine the rest.
Your nose can be too broad or your feet too small,
but these are the things that make you different, accept them all.
Perfection isn’t necessary, you are beauty in your own way,
no matter what flaws you see, they’re the things that make you unique.
If change is what you want, change the flaws in your character,
for exterior beauty can fade but what’s inside you
you will bring until you lie in your grave.
-The Elusive Scribe 072513-
Time to let go of the pain,
the broken songs that you used to play,
on that guitar battered and bruised,
a witness to your many heartaches
and numbered sadness.
Strum a different tune,
one of beauty indescribable.
Let the notes take form
and the words pour forth
from lips that have tasted
the sweetness of a kiss so tender.
Make music out of love,
sing a story from your beating heart,
let the world hear the joy dying to escape
the tender smile that creeps
on your face so used to frowns,
and let them see what love can do,
when given without waiting,
without asking for anything in return.
-The Elusive Scribe 071213-
See the light that burns
behind these eyes
as they gaze upon your beauty
A chance meeting
in a world wrapped in coded sequences
putting smiles on our faces.
Hit enter to send
words typed into the void
sending sweet shivers down
where they were meant to be.
Endless we thought
this chance encounter will be
yet we’re still apart
how long can this be?
We suffer in silence
while we put on our masks
convince the world with a smile
planted to disguise
the longing and heartache
this secret yearning only we can feel.
Lovers true yet bound by the wiles of fate
keeping us apart, prolonging our agony
extending our misery.
-The Elusive Scribe 071013-
that unmade me the first time we met,
the curve of your lips and that sparkle in your eyes.
how can i define the beauty that i found in you?
it was your smile that i keep turning back to,
how it blossomed into a delightful laugh
whe we started to discover who we were
in the stories that we filled the hours with.
how perfect that moment was when
we understood why our paths crossed again.
it was true that it was your smile that unmade me,
but it was your love that made me whole once more.
-The Elusive Scribe 061513-
lips that stain this satin skin with whispers of love,
goosebumps appearing on smooth surface,
with every puff of breath coming from kisses
pressed against the innocence of my being.
oh how i love the way your lips dance
on this flesh that burns with quiet anticipation,
for the searing kisses that you smilingly bestow
on parched land craving for that soft pressure of
lips that cling so familiarly on places already discovered.
surrendering to the exquisite feel of lips on skin,
this heavenly bliss cannot be replaced nor replicated,
for your love is translated to every pressed kiss
that this body has been asking for for so long.
-The Elusive Scribe 060613-
Beauty I see with eyes that perceive
the world in its unadorned glory.
The skies painted in delicate shades
of blues and whites,
the land, vast and green, broken
by gorgeous mountains that soar
reaching up to the heavens above.
And on the edges, the beckoning waters
with their sparkling surface that glistens,
ripples sent from fingers that touch
its mirror like face that peers back.
Ripples coming back in roaring waves
pushed by strong winds that blow
from the far corners of the world reaching home.
And by the shore I realize
how insignificant I can be
when all the beauty of nature
comes crashing down on me.
-The Elusive Scribe 052513-