Hey you, yeah, you,
why do you bleed so freely?
Your body is a road map of scars,
cracked but healing.
The pain is there, I can feel it
but why smile when you should be weeping?
I haven’t got a clue
why my tears do not come
but this smile is my shield
my protection for my sanity
for once it cracks I will see
the holes embedded in me
-The Elusive Scribe 03072017-
Lovers have darkened her doorstep,
flowers they showered her with
and between the sheets they whispered
that she was the only one they need
As always tears had come and stained her cheeks,
now they’ve dried though some still cling
upon her lashes like misty dewdrops
waiting, waiting to fall
And from the darkness garbled love songs play
echoing her sadness, enhancing her loss
for as the music plays she’s still alone
waiting for her lovers though no one came at all
-The Elusive Scribe 02062017-
I do not deserve your icy silence
that chills the flesh and kills the soul.
I don’t deserve this loneliness
that you’re putting me through.
I’ve done nothing to warrant such treatment
but here I am suffering from your misplaced silence.
I don’t recall ever leaving you in the dark,
since all I’ve ever wanted was to bring you some light,
yet you remain indifferent to the pain you cause,
a steady nothing from you hurts me to the core.
How easy it is for you to retreat in silence,
knowing that there’s someone out there waiting for your call.
How quickly you forget that I’ve always been here for you,
don’t you know you’re breaking me apart,
with your never ending silence that cuts ever so deep,
slowly severing ties that bind
me to you and you to me?
-The Elusive Scribe 100613-
Through your eyes I saw how pretty life can be,
even when the sun gets obscured by dark clouds,
and the rain comes down pouring hard,
it will always end like problems do
with a bit of sunshine and rainbows too.
Through your eyes I saw how darkness can easily
the mind of someone lost in love and hurt,
but then you showed me what loving hands can do
to hidden wounds and scars of long ago.
Through your eyes I saw how I can be a better version
when I thought I can go no further you were the one
who pulled me onwards.
Now it’s my turn to show you how wonderful life can
if only you took the time to stop and see the world
right here with me.
-The Elusive Scribe 041613-
What’s a little pain every now and then?
Even when you bleed, wounds do heal.
Scars can get left behind
along with their memories,
but the pain you can keep inside,
under a lock and key.
What’s a little hurt from time to time?
You’re alive hence you feel.
But the hurt can disappear if you allow it to,
and replace it with something better,
even when you feel like there is nothing
that will make you smile once more.
What’s a little bit of goodbyes,
when lovers go their separate ways?
When the morrow might bring a bit of rainbow
after the rain?
Bringing solace after all the hurt and pain.