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 see you standing there
waiting to be consumed by eyes that see
the loneliness that you wear
like a mantle draped heavily on your shoulders.
I can taste your sorrow that drips
from your mouth with every word that you say
a bitterness that needs to be dispelled
by the touch of sweetness these lips could bring.
If only you’d let me come closer,
welcome you in these arms of mine.
I’l take away the anger and build up the hunger,
just a taste is all it will take
for the fire to start burning into our souls,
consuming every thought, every hurt
until the screams of our shadows break
the infinite silence of the stars that are out tonight.
-The Elusive Scribe 020714-
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-
I find myself thinking,
why was I abandoned here?
In the middle of nowhere
where there is nothing to see
nor water to break the monotony?
Just a never ending land
devoid of personality.
How do I even know
that I’m in the middle of anything?
Must be a glitch in my brain
or I am still dreaming.
Why am I here?
In the most desolate of places?
Where tumbleweeds are my only company?
I can feel fine white sand submerging my feet
soothing me with its soft caresses.
I feel trapped in an endless world,
a speck of imagination easily crushed
by the weight of loneliness.
I can see the dunes forming
so I will lie down and dream
that I’ll be miles away when I wake up
instead of being trapped
in the middle of nowhere.
– The Elusive Scribe 040513-