Memories have taken root
insinuating even in dreams
constantly cutting open wounds
reliving the fears and tears
can’t fight back the tide
emotions raging nonstop
sought to find the cure in silence
yet the emptiness echoes well into the night
How to stop the sadness
the madness that seems to cling
within the very soul that tries to flee
images of you carved deeply within?
Bombarded with familiar words
whispered with your voice
dripping with intoxicating sweetness
but tasted bitter as they cling to lips
that once drank from innocent dreams.
Tried to stave off the flow
of memories that constantly haunt
every waking moment that comes
even with eyes pressed closed
there your shadow resides
fingers trailing paths for pain
to come and bring turmoil within.
Tried to scrub away the footprints
of an imagined love
yet their imprints remain unyielding
to scarred knees and shriveled hands
a remembrance worth unremembering.
-©The Elusive Scribe 032414-
A sliver of light appears as clouds do part
trailing its finger upon an exposed heart
beating secret words into works of art
once clutched to chest now bursting apart.
And so the words do form under the moon’s gaze,
like winds that swirl and billow in the haze.
This tender heart chases after its muse in a maze
seeking clarity even though it’s in a daze.
What madness lies then in the deepening night?
Shifted by the moon these thoughts do ignite.
cold at first but then they burn so bright
spreading like wildfire that has taken flight.
-©The Elusive Scribe 012914-
Flushed cheeks and labored breathing,
pulse beating and pounding like crazy.
The noise of the crowd is receding,
hearing nothing but you speaking.
Trembling hands and weakened knees,
what madness is this, can you tell me please?
My mind’s thoughts are all quiet and still,
cold as ice like last year’s winter’s chill.
I am tempted to reach out and kiss
those lips of yours to taste real bliss.
But perhaps this is just a prelude to a dream,
where things may not be what they seem.
Or a deadly virus that is spreading inside me,
and one that I won’t do anything but leave it be.
-The Elusive Scribe 042513-
The walls are weeping for I can see the paint slowly
like tears coursing down on cheeks gone unnoticed,
by a heart left without warning.
Succumbing to the cries of a lost human being.
The windows are already cracking under the strain,
of strong winds and the peppering of hail,
like the swirling confusion enveloping a mind,
burdened with sadness, despair and everything in
This temporary madness can be wicked, true.
But won’t last for long even when I’m without you.
With a snap of my fingers and blink of an eye,
my heart will beat and find someone else to love.
– The Elusive Scribe 040613-