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talk to me not about your woes
or your constant fears
but of your hidden hopes
you’ve buried deep within
talk to me not about the countless tears
your beautiful eyes have shed
but the number of times a smile
has lit up your beautiful face
talk to me not about your broken dreams
or the burdens that you bear
but of the blessings you’ve received
under God’s given grace
talk to me not about the lies and deceit
or the anger and hate that permeate
but of the joys that flow through your veins
and the love that makes your heart beat
talk to me of the sunshine that kiss your lips
not of the darkness that clouds your day
too many sorrows have laid this heart to waste
one more sad song and it will burst into flames
-©The Elusive Scribe 080114-
all it takes is a touch
a smile that reaches the eyes
to banish the darkness that lies
hidden deep inside the mind.
a touch to heal, a smile to give
hope eternal to a soul that needs
saving from the sins that pull
down, down into the abyss below.
-The Elusive Scribe 011514-
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-
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-
It was the way you held my hand
and how you gazed into my eyes,
that caused this heart to beat so frantically.
It was that smile you gave me
and the way you caressed my face
that sent shivers down my spine.
It was the way you spoke to me
and the way you stood proud beside me
that made me fall in love so easily.
It was the way you sit in silence
and the way you listened to me
that taught me that I am never alone.
It was the way you made me laugh
and how you eased the frown from my brows
that made me want you even more.
It was the way you kissed me softly
and the way you hold me close to your heart
that told me that I’m quite lucky
having you in my life.
If I could chase those shadows that flit and float
behind those dark brooding eyes of yours,
I will capture them and disperse them into the light
to banish the hidden pains and hurts that I saw
as I gaze upon the naked truth I read from your eyes.
If I could take away the doubts and fears that fill your heart,
I will gladly rip them from their tenacious hold
then mend the scars they leave behind.
With caring and loving hands I bear
until the bleeding stops and you’re ready to heal.
If I could remove the sadness that you bear on stooped shoulders,
I will cast them aside so you can look up with a smile.
For I know the burdens you carry are heavy,
but need I remind you that you’re never alone
no matter how you push me aside?
-The Elusive Scribe 062613-
and when the morning comes i shall hope,
that the day will come and bring me a smile,
the one thing i needed the most in these dark times.
for in the weeks that passed my face was obscured by
darkness i could not keep away,
where even the light i hoped would come and shine,
failed to penetrate the shadows of gloom i wore.
i could not see what the future holds for me,
because i don’t feel anyone cared for the hurts i bear,
for even in the midst of living i feel like i’m already
and yet, here i am hoping that the morrow will come,
bearing changes that will make me smile,
and banish these doubts that cling to my very being.
saving me from myself and the miseries i live with,
freeing me from this prison cell i’ve been locked up
for so long,
and to allow me to live the dreams i often bring,
on those nights when i cry myself to sleep.
-The Elusive Scribe 061613-
checkmate you called out
as you boxed me in a corner
unable to move
seeing the fire in your eyes
and the smile on your lips
that melt my heart and
weakened my knees.
such a fancy game we play
when all i wanted was to be caught
by you in a corner
where we can steal kisses
from one another.
Staring out to the sea
with the wind caressing her hair,
she watches the sun settling
back to its warm cozy bed.
The coming of the night
stirred no dread in her heart,
even when houses start to bar
their windows and their doors.
Creeping from the cracks from the pavements,
and crevices from tattered walls,
the shadows come riding the
screeching sound of the furious wind,
that picks up fallen leaves, sticks and stones,
hurling them at silent houses making noise.
Shadows that hunt for spaces in between
and souls from within,
hungry for life that was taken from them
And by the rocky shores of the sea,
as the shadows gallop and caper all night,
she stands still with a sinister smile
playing on her lips.
-The Elusive Scribe 041913-
Shape this heart with hands that love
mold it with honesty and care.
Banish the clouds of doubt that formed
replace it with trust forevermore.
Heal the wounds sustained in grief
patch them up with kisses sweet.
Open doors barred from within
bring back the light long hidden.
Stem the flow of precious tears that fall
entice a smile on bowed lips.
Hold this heart in hands that care
for it is fragile and can easily disappear.
-The Elusive Scribe 041713-