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My heart is pale and frail
even hidden in its aquarelle shell
a poor... wounded, torn sail
restrained by life, already a ghostly vessel
dying slowly on the sand-banks of dreamland
nothing but a castaway
far away from homeland
forever lost
never to return, not without a cost
Violet thunder storms wreck the rest of him
soaked in agate tears... now it's just my unscaled hymn
barely floating in the mourning twilight
I wait for a trace of moonlight
to feel the mirrored sea-sky again, without anymore pain
yet, I cannot leave in such heavy rain
with this black hole tearing me apart
I guess... I'll wait a bit longer for more stars
I guess... I'll wait a bit longer for my heart
*K
MARCH
*Y
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even hidden in its aquarelle shell
a poor... wounded, torn sail
restrained by life, already a ghostly vessel
dying slowly on the sand-banks of dreamland
nothing but a castaway
far away from homeland
forever lost
never to return, not without a cost
Violet thunder storms wreck the rest of him
soaked in agate tears... now it's just my unscaled hymn
barely floating in the mourning twilight
I wait for a trace of moonlight
to feel the mirrored sea-sky again, without anymore pain
yet, I cannot leave in such heavy rain
with this black hole tearing me apart
I guess... I'll wait a bit longer for more stars
I guess... I'll wait a bit longer for my heart
*K
MARCH
*Y
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Literature
Lillefey
I breathe words into your lungs
trapping syllables inside your ribs until they echo
inside
shadow words taking form;
hope flight resting in the spaces
until we speak with the same tongue
tripping whole and unwhole,
until we breathe together (as one).
Your rhythm is mine
and I'm torn asunder in the gentle warmth of you.
Your body is a ship in the ocean
held underneath salt crystals that clasp you
as tight as an oyster
and I open your dress and let it fall
to the sand
and my hands trace those tender curves in the wan light
of morning, in a sea we created last night.
You see yourself as a wreck you seek to plunder
but I see only the skeleton o
Literature
I Will Love Myself
Silence was at my doorstep.
Rain fell from the storms of my eyes
and hit the cold earth of my cheeks.
Sunlight fell down my face
in gentle waves.
And blood tinted lips
smiled only slightly.
The gentle spring
that bloomed inside my chest
had begun to grow
and flourish
and replace the winter
whose frost had held tightly
onto my heart.
Silence was welcome.
Tears were shed in joy.
Sunlight was here to warm
and blood to live.
This was it.
I had made it.
I know who I am.
Literature
Just One Kiss
I hate that there will always be
A lingering regret
An ache set so deep inside me
I cannot forget
I turned away as my thoughts strayed
“What chances have I missed?”
I don’t want one more regret
To add among the list
I need to know what could’ve been
What could become of this
I’ll take my chances, no regrets
For just one kiss…
Between what I feel and I say
Is what I don’t understand
You say it’s better this way
This is not what I had planned
I watched as you just walked away
“What chances have I missed?”
I’ll add just one more regret
To the top of the list
I need to know i
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