The Beginning Of The End: Poetry Collection
The first time they saw each other,
There was a kind of relief that only happens
When the moon and sea finally touch.
The shore watched in awe as the two
Finally came together in a beautiful picture.
Their eyes met, and it was like a feeling of
The first time they held hands,
The world was quiet all around.
The wind roared gently along with the trees,
But in their minds the world was quiet.
Because everything stopped when they finally
Brought their hands together like a prayer.
And it was the beginning of hope and
The first time they kissed,
There was nothing around them.
The ground beneath their feet disappeared,
As did the sky above their heads.
There was nothing around except
The mingling of their breaths like
Finally coming home.
And they were two broken souls but it was still
The first time they said those three words,
The world was loud.
Children giggled outside,
The birds sung songs of grace,
And the wolves howled under the moonlight.
They were together in the loudness,
The words a mere whisper lost to the world.
But it was a reminder of hope and it is still
The first time they doubted,
No words were spoken.
It was all there, in their eyes,
A clear reflection of hesitation and
The beginning of an inevitable end.
They still held hands during family dinners,
And they still pressed their lips together,
But there was always a pause, a mere second
That meant everything but
The first time they cried,
They weren't together anymore.
Their house was no longer filled with warmth and comfort,
But with broken pieces and unsaid goodbyes.
The world kept living without any mercy,
And the moon retreated back from the restless seas.
The children still giggled in the streets,
And the birds still sung about innocence and joy,
But those whispers uttered in the intimacy of their arms
Disappeared into a bottomless abyss.
It was the end of their love, and it was no longer
The waves crash through the night
like a burning and screaming light.
My voice sounds hoarse
as I try not to cry of pure remorse.
She left me all alone.
Her promises forever blown
after the air of my chilling
and aching bones.
My love for her is like a flower in winter, wilting.
My guilt can no longer make her a saint in my eyes
but a freed anchor
that no longer wants to be tied to this damned world.
She left my side.
She left me with my last streak of pride.
Alone, and slowly dying inside.
She was my love,
and she has forever gone
from my faithful and burning dawn.
"Ode To My Old Friend"
When I entangle my hand in yours
All I feel is pain and bliss and
Melancholy at the highest dose-
The mere essence of life.
When you remain with me
For the rest of my life,
I know that I will leave you, some day,
Because in life, only death survives.
And even after knowing
The inevitable outcome of this war,
I still grip you, and pull you towards me
And remember all that I’ve lost, and won.
Many have already labeled me as a “freak,”
For loving and cherishing this hand that has
Used me as a vessel for destruction, and
Maimed many who never deserved this.
Perhaps it was the blank ink
That stained my soul from your hold,
Or perhaps everything I had done was always
Leading to this moment, since the beginning.
But, through my tears and cries,
You still remained by my wicked side,
And allowed me to find friends
In a world that was sorely my mine.
Which is why I consider you my
Guardian angel, my best ally,
For you let me control my world
When no one else gave me the chance.
Poetry is a means of communicating the secrets of our soul to those willing to listen. I've written the poems above over the span of 3 years, with the most recent one being "Hallelujah." By writing about a subject that I am not very familiar with, I was able to move beyond my comfort zone, and experiment with different topics that I might want to write in the future. I accept all kinds of feedback on how to improve on my writing, I am, after all, only a novice in this field.This collection of poems is just the beginning of a new journey that will cover many subjects of life, death, and the void in between. This is only the beginning of the end.
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