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-
Can pain exist in something beautiful
like real love bestowed with innocence?
Can it lay waste the blossoming garden
where seeds of hope and dreams were planted?
Can pain break the melodic laughter
and replace it with ringing silence?
Can it harden the softest of hearts
and turn it into an unforgiving stone?
Can pain dampen the fire bursting inside,
leaving behind nothing but ashes?
Can it darken once bright eyes
and cause rivers of tears to flow?
Can pain be embedded within the joy of loving,
then break out like thorns on roses?
Can it silence the words that often flow
from lips that love has taught to speak?
Can pain take over the light that burns
and bring with it the shadows of despair?
Can it chill the blood that flows,
and numb body, mind and soul?
-The Elusive Scribe 113013-
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-
I thought I was strong enough to take the pain
that you handed me with your own two hands,
but it’s hard to swallow the silence that burns
the very essence of me that I’ve given to you.
I thought you’d be different, cut above the fold,
but you’re just like the rest, and I’m the fool
believing the exquisite words that flowed from your lips,
drinking from them like water to quench my thirst.
I thought that waiting won’t be long,
that you’ll come and heed my call,
but you’ve shrouded yourself in your own shadows,
and now I’m just drifting on my own.
-The Elusive Scribe 101513-
Here’s a toast to the broken hearted
you’ve loved and now know pain
yet you’re alive and that is something
for hearts that break can leave you bleeding
drain your life and leave you nothing
but memories that you want to go back to
time and time and time again
just to feel your lover’s hair,
their hands on yours,
and how they fit perfectly in your arms.
Here’s a toast to the kind of love you’ve given,
for you’ve shared some part of you
although you might think it’s not enough
you have loved and that should always be enough
for the one who loves you too.
Here’s a toast to the tears you’ve shed
you are human, you are real,
you are strong and you are brave,
your tears are innocent and precious,
and one day they’ll never flow
for you’ll find someone who’ll keep them at bay
and share the love you’re willing to give.
Here’s a toast to all the broken hearted
for you’ll survive the heartache
though it may take time to fully heal
still the wounds will patch up
though scars will be left behind
treat them as badges of courage
because you chose to live and love again.
-The Elusive Scribe 100413-
you’ll realize that i won’t be by your side,
that there will be silence in my end,
only your shadow to keep you company.
just one day and you’ll know what it feels
to be alone, the way I do even when I’m with you,
’cause you don’t listen to me, baby,
can’t even read between the lines.
you’re too wrapped up in your pain,
you don’t care how I feel,
but now it’s too late, I’m leaving you instead.
-The Elusive Scribe 072313-
Time to let go of the pain,
the broken songs that you used to play,
on that guitar battered and bruised,
a witness to your many heartaches
and numbered sadness.
Strum a different tune,
one of beauty indescribable.
Let the notes take form
and the words pour forth
from lips that have tasted
the sweetness of a kiss so tender.
Make music out of love,
sing a story from your beating heart,
let the world hear the joy dying to escape
the tender smile that creeps
on your face so used to frowns,
and let them see what love can do,
when given without waiting,
without asking for anything in return.
-The Elusive Scribe 071213-