Altercations

Forgotten

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A bloodless strife hung heavy in the air,
The strain of which left me weakened.
The flash of anger, the screaming,
Were reduced to echoes in my head,
As I silently watched the blood drip,
Down my hands, like blade on ice.

The world gave a shudder,
As the will of my being broke apart.

It was the wounds that tore me apart,
Growing like a cancerous tumor.
The scars of loving you, never quite erased,
Off the face of my stitched up heart.
Oh the anger, it was always the anger,
Or it was the psychosis of my mind?

The lands cracked under pressure,
As the strain of living, deep inside, surfaced.

Weary grows the idle mind, weary with rust,
The cracks deepen, till it crumbles into dust.
When was the first weapon planted,
Deep beneath the layers of this love?
It was a silent killer, slowly spreading like a virus,
Until it consumed all there was to take.

The oceans fight a raging storm,
The ship is sinking, down, down it goes.

There remains no structure to lean on,
No spark of life to keep me hanging.
Falling, I am falling, deep into the ocean,
As the waves crash me upon the rocky shore.
Your voice whispers inside my mind,
“It was only the calm before the gathering tempest.”

The bullets shoot across the battlefield,
I was hit long before it rained.

Life is a battlefield, which never sleeps,
For even in dreams, the bombs fly artfully.
The haunting sound of your silence overwhelms,
As I writhe in pain, waiting as the tears stream down my face.
If only you understood the working of my mind,
Or maybe I was the one who never saw the torment of yours.

The volcano erupts in a flare of burning vice,
Smothering completely all in its path.

Your scrutiny of my being, of my body, mind, and soul,
Was only a dissection of that which you do not know.
For you never chose to see me as more than a shadow of myself,
But termed what you did see as the body of a shadow.
If you see the fire as a form of destruction,
You will only have the ability to destroy.

And destroy you did, with your single act of kindness,
That fine thread which tied my heart to yours.

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Moonlight

Howling at the Moon

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The bells ring in the distance,
Night has fallen.
The moon plays hide and seek
With the whimsical clouds.

A howl can be heard,
Shattering the silence.
As the rays of the silvery orb
Fall softly to the ground.

A single thread of moonlight
Creeps through the windowpane.
I feel a twitching in my fingers,
Now is the time to transform.

The senses sharpen,
The mind becomes a hazy daze.
I can smell flesh and blood,
Now is the time to kill…

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This  is my first attempt at horror poetry (is that what one would call it?). I posted this poem on Undead Poets’ Society as well, at: Moonlight

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Night

Moonlight

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The stars shine brightly in the sky,
Like the glittering petals of roses in the sun.
Melancholy hangs heavy in the air,
Like the fragrance of a thousand gardenias.
The heart yearns for a past forgotten,
Where empty words were once echoed.

The touch of the silver moonlight
Sends a chill running through the air.
The mind feels elated as the wind touches the cheeks,
Though it is cold, inside there is only warmth.
As the mind forays ahead seeking adventures,
Under the keen eye of this sad silence.

The crickets chirp their midnight song,
Fireflies dance to the tune of the wind.
The feet touching the soft grass feel lighter,
As they too begin to sway to the rhythm.
The sorrow blows with a deafening song,
A song to soothe the nostalgia in the soul.

Drops of honey scented rain begin to fall,
Softly drenching the turmoils of the heart.
The pain, the anger, the darkness, washes away,
All that remains is a dose of bittersweetness.
And the heart grows wings and sings its song,
Of joyful tomorrows, and dolorous yesteryears.

Was this sorrow always a part of the will,
The will to feel, the will to live, the will to die?
For without it, I can feel no joy.

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The above has been written for Week 25 Thursday Poet’s Rally.

Forsaken

Sad Cat

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My only sin was to love you unconditionally,
But the price I am now paying.
I shall not love ever again,
As long as I take this breath of mortal life,
For in me is dead, the fire of life.
Only empty cold stone continues to exist.

He was a man who calculated the value of all
With the weight of paper and metal.

I must go on, as life is a gift far too precious,
A gift I would discard,
If only I could weigh it out with gold.
But life is far beyond the tangible we seek,
It can never be bought back,
Nor can one life be replaced with another.

He was a man who knew no sentiment,
Except for that of his own.

Must I feel for my entire life,
This agony I feel slowly poisoning my heart?
It seeps beneath my skin, burning like acid,
Killing me softly,
But only in the mind and soul,
As my body lies untouched.

He was a man who had everything one could want,
But valued nothing except the immaterial.

I am physically alive,
What good is a body enslaved by mental pain?
No, I am dead in every aspect,
Dead as the rotting wood in the backyard,
Dead for the maggots of the mind and heart to take over,
And eat, till nothing of me is left.

He was a man who was a victim of greatness,
Such that he could see nothing beyond himself.

There is only an emptiness,
A void were life should have been.
The noise of the vacuum becomes deafening,
As it grasps onto every aspect of my life.
This broken heart has consumed all,
Such that even the bowels find themselves empty.

He was a man who towered over giants,
The very giants who made him a man.

Where tears should be, I have only dry cheeks.
Where a smile paints itself, the paint runs dry.
Where passion should be, exists only apathy.
Where love should be, only indifference is supplied.
For it is the emptiness in me which speaks aloud,
Emptiness which lives, and which shall die.

He was a man who knew no boundaries,
Save for the limitations of his empty heart.

I can feel a phantom pain where my heart should have been,
The heart which was torn out
And shredded a million times over.
This empty pain shall be with me always,
Haunting me till the ends of time,
As once amputated, it can never be regrown.

He was a man who knew how to live,
But never knew the feeling of being alive.

What is this emptiness which has consumed me?
Leaving behind regrets for me to feed on,
And I am pondering, wondering, where did I go wrong?
But the answers remain hidden.
And so I live a mere shadow of a life,
All because my only sin was to love you unconditionally.

He was a man whom I once dared to love,
Until he chose to leave me forsaken.

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The End

Solitude

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Some days I look upon the sky,
With a singing in my heart.
Some days the singing turns in to
Voices I once sought.
“Leave not, leave not!” in despair,
My heart does always shout.
Alas, in the end,
You’re gone my friend,
In the end you’ve left without a thought…

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The despair, the agony, the pain of living,
How difficult it is to endure.
My heart longs for this last breath,
As the distance darkens between us.
Was it too much for me to ask,
Or only too much for you to give?
My grief has blinded,
Taken away even the faintest glimmer of light,
As the world falls asunder.
The dawn brings  no warmth,
Twilight brings no chill,
And I am falling deeper,
Into the depths of dolorous passion,
As I close my eyes one last time,
And take this final breath…

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Sinking deep into my solitude,
Longing for a future I can never have.
The past echoes my feelings,
But the present sings an alien song.
Hope poisons this broken heart,
Clouding this mind.
This is the end my friend,
The end.

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Shadows

Darkness lifts

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Shimmering, shimmering in the wind,
Like tassels hanging from the boughs of trees.
The drunken air, heavy with a mist of innocence,
Brushing away softly with a gentle breeze,
The sadness lingering in the heart of shadows.

Long ago did the darkness lift,
Taking with it the essence of living.

Beckoning, beckoning the memories from long ago,
The scarlet drops of pain glistening in the sun,
Lovingly merging the present and the past,
In an embrace fabricated for perpetual silence,
As the world quivered with a single silent sigh.

Long ago did the darkness lift,
All the Just chose to follow.

Sinking, sinking nonchalantly into the bowels of the earth,
The pungent fragrance permeating into the atmosphere
Songs of burden lie at the beak of song birds,
Lethargically lulling all life to sleep,
With the cacophony of dullness heavy in the air.

Long ago did the darkness lift,
The earthen beauty fell into an unbreakable sleep.

Forgetting, forgetting the future yet to come,
Was it an abandoned wish, or a memory lost?
The sands of space and time in disarray,
And chaos did let loose a white offering of peace,
Wrecking havoc in the form of tranquility.

Long ago did the darkness lift,
With it went all songs of Harmony.

Shivering, shivering in the rivers of belligerent strife,
The shadows mourn naked in the light,
Stripped of all but the shame they hold.
Without darkness, how can one know light?
Such is the tale the shadows believe.

Long ago did the darkness lift,
But the shadows stayed behind.

Longing, longing for necessity,
Screaming quietly for the triumph of truth,
But what is truth without lies to confirm them?
Where does one hide from a fiery sun?
What is good without a breath of evil?

Long ago did the darkness lift,
But with it so did the light…

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