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Belonging…

Originally posted on Poeta Officium:

Do you think you would have me?

Anyway that you dare…

Do you think you would want me?

I want you to want me

And I need you to have me

In the way that you dare…

As I take a deep breath

As I feel you beneath me

As I feel your desire

Casting deep spells upon me

Do you think you will want me?

And my soul…shall I bare?

Can I dream that you need me?

Will you say that you want me?

Yes…

My soul…

I will bare

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Reborn

Originally posted on Poeta Officium:

I’ve awoken from my slumber

And my eyes need to adjust

I’m alive; out of my coma

In my mind I’ve seen so much

In my dreams

You led the way

To the door that you held open

To guide me to a new life path…

The one before so broken

You breathed new life

Into my lungs

You showed me piece by piece

You’re the one that shook me up

You awoke me from my sleep

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Originally posted on Poeta Officium:

It’s that time of the week again – a place to share our work. Truth be told, I’m finding it hard to get back into the groove. I almost forgot that today was a posting day!

Today I’m going to share with you another one of my older poems. This one isn’t as sombre as most of the others – which was quite different for me back in those days!

Remember, please use this space to showcase your work too :)

Reflections in my mind
They gather like autumn leaves falling
Red. Brown. Orange.
Like the sun they light up my life
I cannot describe the beauty
But the beauty is short-lived
I envy the eternal
I wish for the eternal
Forever and ever it will be

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Let Me Be Free

Imaginary Jesus

Capturing her lonely soul

A passionate glance towards the forgotten

A life of which is past

A turbulent mind painfully hidden in the shadows of a smile

A tortured smile

As the demons dance

And chant within the abyss

An abyss which is her being

Beckoning Jesus

Leading her to a path

A path that is comforting

While the angels sing to the memories of peaceful encounters

Twisting the satanic uproar

Engulfing her mind in a frenzied carousel

A whirlwind of broken dreams

And shattered hopes

As she drops her head in sorrow

And the tears well in her eyes

Painfully needing the forgotten

Aching for what is past

Casts her mind to the forgotten

Her smile will never last

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