Poems you make up on the spot

[Dark Muse]

Secret Lover

Your secret breath
I watch while you are sleeping
you're never alone.

[jajdude]

Unhappy with himself he pours another drink
Unhappy with his past, with what he will always feel and think and be he fears
His troubles there up on the shelf, his anger there flowing down the sink,
His ever after and his never was, his futility and his just because

[Micky Fudge]

Give like a word
Your presence,
Into this stillness
Swing like a sword.

Break like a stone
The distance,
Into this silence
Wing like a bird.

Take like a cup
This body:
Here is existence.
Drink.

[Micky Fudge]

Secret Lover

Your secret breath
I watch while you are sleeping
you're never alone.

I find that a bit scary, actually, but it's perfect as a caption for an Edvard Munch painting that almost gives me nightmares!

[Dark Muse]

I find that a bit scary, actually, but it's perfect as a caption for an Edvard Munch painting that almost gives me nightmares!

Hehe it is meant to be a little scary. Actually if I recall correctly the original name of the painting as 'The Lover"

[Dark Muse]

Shadow Self

You formerly
my shadow self,
leave me broken
over the stones,
skinned alive,
so you can steal
away into the night.

While once I believed
we were chained
by eternity,
now I am left
with this void
of blackness
because you
who were half of me
betrayed the sacred trust.

[Dark Muse]

I know will get through this
for I always do
but it wrenches, wrenches
at my soul,
let me cry despair
into the night
before again I must
harden myself
there is no stillness
in the torrent of chaos
so I go into the tempest
in search of the eye of the storm,
where I shall feel
the wrath of the winds
just outside myself
and draw power
from the source
yet still feeling
the calm within myself
and than I will emerge
reborn through
darkness and destruction.

[jajdude]

There must be some leeway granted there in leeway heaven where stars of redundancy shine and all your faults are mine.

In a place where forgetfulness reigns and no one dwells long upon old pains there must be such a thing.

The travel is hard and the ways are scarred by all that you carry.

[YesNo]

Still Time

Alive, there still is time to grow
A heart that lets one's spirit show.

[cacian]

simple is a life
that culminate in rights

gentle is the breeze
that comes and goes in ease

joyful is the day
that promises a play
in meaningful delights

braver is the sun
that warms our
coldest ways

youthfull is the rain
that nourishes
our faith

and
eternal is the beat
that raise ourselves
to be

[jajdude]

Sad as I was I reckoned it was just because the philosophies of life got me down and put a frown on me

Later I found I frowned because the chemicals in the brain said hello misery.

Now I'm confused.

[Dark Muse]

Every time I think I can breathe....

Your eyes held the look of bitter almonds
for which knew there was no escape,
but there were moments when I tried.

Like a grave you are enshrouded
within the aroma of decaying
winter blossoms, and I was lost
the regret of memories.

Your voice was the sound of a good-bye kiss
and I knew in a moment that all was lost,
there are always phantoms seeking
claims upon my soul.

The intentions are of little consequence,
the result is the same, the moment
you awaken to another they become
a sleeper cell always with the potential
to infiltrate.

[Dark Muse]

May I speak of unspeakable things
unknowing of what I mean to say
but only knowing there is something
there.

It goes without saying that I
become aphonic, and the irony
is scarcely loss, for there are few
lines I would not cross.

[jajdude]

The writings of dark muse go like this,
I'm sad and need a kiss,
but the writings of the dude go,
hey, and they're all for show.

[YesNo]

Walking on a Trail

Dark and green and blue and white:
All that's seen is calm and bright.