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. 😀

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-

In these haunted halls of what was once perfection,
decay and desolation walk hand in hand,
screams of despair and smell of death,
break the silence and repulse the senses.
Where has beauty gone in this life we live?
Where everything was once steeped in colors bright?
Has time taken its toll, taking beauty in his wake?
The world is already turning gray, its edges are already crumbling.
What will the morrow bring?
When life as we know it is already falling,
breaking into hundred thousand pieces,
brittle as glass thrown on the ground,
scarring the earth that bleeds from wounds inflicted.

-The Elusive Scribe 082313-

Lost In You

 

I want to get lost in you,
in your embrace that I miss the most.
I don’t want to suffer in silence anymore,
I want to be kissed by your lips right now.
I want to get lost in you,
I want to hide under the covers with you.
You are the world I want to call my own,
the one that I won’t mind getting lost in,
under the sheets where I can discover
the different sides of you.
I want to get lost in you,
to call you my own.
I want to lose myself in the words you speak,
the words I know that make my heart beats.
I want to get lost in you,
my love, my darling, my heart.
Come to me tonight and let me get lost in you.

-eamarifosque 082113-

Under the Rain

I shall stand under the rain,
letting its waters cool me down.
I have so many hurts within
that need to be washed away.
I will let my hair get wet,
and my cloathes soaked,
and hope that the waters penetrate
and clean my dirtied soul.
I will stand under the rain
with my head bowed,
letting the water course down
along with the tears that leak from my eyes.
I will stand still and in silence,
hoping that the deluge will cover me whole,
sweeping away my loneliness
and making me whole once more.

-The Elusive Scribe 081913-

And because I thought it was over,
I burned everything with the setting sun.
I watched the flames lick the letters,
finding them tasty enough to feed on.
Singed edges start to appear,
as the fire crackles merrily on,
and I just watched and watched
wishing that I was being consumed as well.
I have no doubts that this is where we’ll end,
just like paper fed to the flames,
burning brightly, giving off heat,
then slowly dying,
until we’re all but graying ashes
carried away by the wind.

-The Elusive Scribe 081313-

 

You are the cold night that embraces me in bed,
the stillness of the darkness broken by your sigh,
and with a single touch you brought me to life,
setting fire to these tired bones of mine.

You are the wind that sends shivers down my spine,
the one who stirs the strands of my hair,
like gentle fingers caressing its silkiness,
before tugging at them with your fists.

You are the dream that I have all the time,
the only one that occupies my mind,
from the day and well into the night,
there’s no one else I think about,
no room for anything else but you.

-eamarifosque 081313-

By the Shadows

 

By the shadows I shall wait,
for a scent or sight of you,
that will conjure forbidden images
reflected back in these dark pools
I call my eyes.

I shall wait unmoving, not breathing,
lest I scare you with the slightest movement.
Leaving me with nothing,
not even a hair strand of you.
Fingers clutching nothing but thin air.

I will hide in the shadows as I wait,
weaving dreams made from gossamer strings,
to ensnare both your mind and body,
so I can take you back home with me.

I can be patient, I can be still,
I can wait for eternity if fate allows it to be.
But I know it won’t be long now,
before your feet lead you back to me.

And as your gentle feet take you into the shadows
so shall I be there to welcome you back.
With strings hung from every corner of the walls,
glittering in the night, waiting to embrace you all.

I shall wait in the darkness, waiting for you to stop.
You will enter my home and lie on your deathbed
and I will dine like a queen, slowly savoring my meal,
for your tasty flesh shall be the best feast
my mouth will slowly savor tonight.

-The Elusive Scribe 081213-

The Edge

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-

Never let the sun go down
on dreams you’ve slowly built,
with bits and pieces of hope
you’ve found on life’s two way street.

It doesn’t matter whether it takes you a while
until you realize your dreams,
because they can be hard to fulfill but in the end
you will end up doing them all the same.

Don’t lose hope, don’t despair
even when you think you can’t get to the end.
Life has a way of surprising you,
even when you’re already at your wit’s end.

Just give it all that you have,
don’t mind making mistakes.
It’s all part of the game
there is no need to be ashamed.

For once you’ve caught your dreams
in the palms of your hand
you’ll never forget the road you’ve travelled,
until you finally reached the end.

-The Elusive Scribe 081013-