Anita

I used to live in chaos and now I am trying to enjoy the silence. In that silence poetry, art and music are very important to me. I love expressing myself through the written word and I am very proud to belong to such a prestigious group and grateful for the all the help and encouragement I get here from my friends.

~Untold Was The Pain~

I would plead
but I am to weak
as sorrow follows me
everywherev
within this dark paradise
Each fallen snow flake
melts away
unstoppable
just as immortality is but
a nostalgic wish
and so life will fade too
into the flow of nothing…
Here, in shadow
unaware of the frozen
depth of souls
lost stolen and veiled
in suspended pain
in such macabre
in the quilt of restlessness
alone
I’ve wrapped myself
in bands of beguiling beauty
cradled in tears and fear
alone
I am your unbeating heart
and the lilies
on the tomb of the future…
The fall of each
blackened rose petal
from the decrepit hands of a saint
grants the remission of sins
to a tattered angel
…and I, consumed
in a darksome reverie
in the silent abyss
of serenity
hiding in the shadows of life
I, the night butterfly
of the sleeping sun looking in upon myself
a porcelain soul
in a dark, dark glow…

~The Candle Shrine~

Soul ripped you left…
not broken but filled with wrath
leaving behind captured whispers
in a façade of decaying hope
Pale absolution fallen
on the path of spiralling fear
in the name of a doomed future
clutching at everything in desperate need
Love scorned
kneels before a candle shrine
petals lie in ashes
under the primal touch of Death
tears concealed
behind the emerald glass
of eternal wishes
Love’s wings twisted through Death
in amorphous and insidious voids
the colour slips from your lips
towards the creaking axel
of condemn and rushing thoughts
All lingering woe hewn
n the blade of a solitaire death-cry
affinity tossed to dust
in a vortex of stolid grasps
you’ve become the cold submersion
in madness
once you’ve left the shrine
to perish within yourself

Delusion carries your empty life
invisibly dreaming awhile
of a better past
under the robe of solitude
but only dry desert inside
and a barren soul in your eyes…

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~Black Rose~

~Breeze,
Blow this
Candle’s light
Let her
Dreams slumber
Sweetly…

He looks down
On this beauty
Defined so perfect
How a silver moonbeam
Dances upon her skin
In such torment
He must
Leave this night
Before she’ll wake and rise

Decadence is the soul
That possesses his whole
As these
Tremors of love
Ignite in her
Soft-lipped smile
And traces of dimples
Reflect in his eyes
Discontent engulfs within
As the dark frowns upon him
With disdain countenance
To demise his bleeding heart
Fear tightens
As
Every feeling heightens
This love can never
Be given nor taken
For he’s the cause
Of her
Broken
Chastity
He can never
Replace guilt
Nor embrace it…

Sorrow’s tears fall and seep
Onto a sole velvet-deep
Black Rose ~

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Once you set your foot on the path there is no turning back