Peeping from the darkness that envelope the skies
a flutter of light, faint from its distance
a signal, a beacon, a warrior
against the shadows, it raises its banner
calling through space and beyond worlds
for other stars to lend their shine
to break the cloak of impenetrable darkness
bringing starlight to eyes upturned
to the heavens, waiting for hope
Out of reach
All you have to do
Is to let go
of the anger
of your betrayed
-©The Elusive Scribe 040714-
Time to wipe away the crystals that fall
that break into pools of salty water
upon ink stained surface that used to hold
fragments of worlds built on written words.
The darkness has smudged the dreamer’s dream
blurring hope into gut wrenching nightmares
the ink has run and ruined the letters
turn the page, it’s time for a new beginning.
A new day has dawned, the storm has passed
for the ragged soul a new life has come,
open wide the windows and taste the breeze
yesterday’s pain should just be a memory.
Close the door on hurts best forgotten
healing will come one way or another
choose to fight like a warrior within
start rebuilding your shattered dreams.
Live in the light instead of the shadows
shake away the cobwebs of doubt and despair
repair your broken thoughts and damaged heart
a new chapter is about to begin.
-©The Elusive Scribe 031114-
weaving words with pen on blank pieces of paper,
corrupting virgin surface with tears of ink,
the words come like flowing river,
filling up the page with the darkest of images
that can only come from a mind bereft of the light.
no hope filters through the shadows of despair
that wrapped their fingers on her grieving soul,
clenching them into fists to bleed her heart
of the hurts that she bore in silence alone.
what wicked fate brought her this unwanted pain,
when all she ever wanted was a piece of heaven
she thought she could find in her lover’s arms.
but she is played like a guitar with broken strings,
and she danced to the tune of his falsities
until her feet start to bleed on shards of shattered glass
of her dreams he broke with all of his forgotten promises.
she is weeping deep inside though her smile never falters,
and you can see in her eyes that she is slowly dying,
and with every word she spilled on the pages of her book,
she is transferring a little bit of her self,
hoping that she could save the innocent that was once her
and let it live the life she could not have on dreams
conjured by a fragment of hope that clings to her deep within.
-The Elusive Scribe 102213-
Hope breeds in every breath expelled,
from mouths that speak their hearts’ desire,
slowly building dreams as lovers lie
on soft ground staring at the starry skies.
Hands seeking hands in the depths of the moon,
lending strength to wayward hearts that commune,
as their battle scarred and worn out souls
find true healing listening to each other’s tune.
And as the night deepens so does their song,
of hearts and minds that both found their home,
in tight embraces and yearning kisses,
until both are spent and lying breathless.
Fancy seeing you here, at the edge of everything.
Sitting on the ledge the fathomless abyss before us.
We both watched in silence, how the darkness seems to magnify
its presence before us beckoning us to jump.
Jump down to its waiting arms, where we can find release,
from all the burdens that weigh us down, just let go for that elusive bliss.
And yet we sit unmoving, like two stone statues peering,
at the serene darkness of the abyss,
tethered to the ledge not speaking, just waiting and watching.
What is this that clings to us so?
Holding us back from embracing the darkness that calls to us?
Is it hope that stirs these limbs, moving us away from the edge?
To stop us from taking that final leap, into death’s cold embrace that waits?
-The Elusive Scribe 081013-
Between the sorrows that rain down on me
and the boundless troubles i’m standing on,
there is hope still that comes to save me,
from the anger that seeps and the pain that builds,
between the shadows of my past
and the uncertainty of my future.
i will face them all and be steadfast as i can be.
for i will hold on to the promise i made to thee,
that even though miles lie between us
and our paths rarely cross,
even between the silence that reigns both night and
I will keep the same love I’ve offered you before.
Even when doubts rage and rattle my bones and
I will keep the love you’ve kindled in me,
until the planets and stars align
and guide you back home to me.
-The Elusive Scribe 070313-
There will be no goodbyes between us,
only partings with a smile and a quick embrace.
Goodbyes sound like forever,
just like memories as they start to fade.
Our kisses will not be of longing,
but of hope pressed by lips upon lips.
There will be no goodbyes between us,
no tears shall cascade down our cheeks.
Our eyes will not glisten with sorrow
but burn with the faith that we have,
that our love will cover great distances,
and grow even when we are miles apart.
There will be no goodbyes between us
for partings aren’t always that happy.
So I will wait with bated breath
and with hope fluttering in my heart
that the road you will be walking one of these days
shall be the road that will lead you back home to me.
-The Elusive Scribe 062413-
and when the morning comes i shall hope,
that the day will come and bring me a smile,
the one thing i needed the most in these dark times.
for in the weeks that passed my face was obscured by
darkness i could not keep away,
where even the light i hoped would come and shine,
failed to penetrate the shadows of gloom i wore.
i could not see what the future holds for me,
because i don’t feel anyone cared for the hurts i bear,
for even in the midst of living i feel like i’m already
and yet, here i am hoping that the morrow will come,
bearing changes that will make me smile,
and banish these doubts that cling to my very being.
saving me from myself and the miseries i live with,
freeing me from this prison cell i’ve been locked up
for so long,
and to allow me to live the dreams i often bring,
on those nights when i cry myself to sleep.
-The Elusive Scribe 061613-
Well, it was fun being part of the NaPoWriMo experience and I would gladly do it again. I’m surprised that I was able to write poems on a daily basis. I guess I will keep at it for the rest of the year. 🙂
Here’s my final piece for this month. Enjoy!
Waiting in silence, waiting in darkness.
The lights are turned off while the moon is full,
everything is in place except for you.
Where you are, I don’t have a clue.
Still I sit, waiting patiently for a glimpse of you.
The night deepens its hold on the sky,
and the stars have come alive,
but there is still no sign of you.
And yet here I am still waiting.
Waiting like a stone statue that watches,
never moving yet being torn apart by winds of time.
Waiting still even when the night gave way
to the day that creeps from its hiding place.
Waiting without thought
just hoping against hope.
-The Elusive Scribe 043013-