lucieannapoems:

He’s here again
Stark figure against the lamplight
He’s come for you
Everyday the same, escape impossible
You cannot live without him
You need him as much as air
And yet he takes and
Only gives illusions back
Leaves you with a bittersweet taste of success
Short-lived, reality hits in
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lucieannapoems:

How do they do it?
The ones with the smiles
They make it seem so easy
yet I have walked for miles
and still cannot work it out.
No solution to that which is easy
for them.
They are lucky, What I would give!
To not question, analyse and die
One death a day. [Sometimes more]
Dramatic is my middle name,
Ironic too, I failed at acting.
Do they act?
The ones with the smiles?
I dont believe they do. Its natural
I’m not so different, I’m just the same
Perhaps I dont want to be
like them.

I saw two stars playing
tag; nimbly darting to and fro
across the sky they leapt,
they danced
but were they stars?
I do not know.

Sometimes the sky is wiped quite bare
barren stretch, no chance to stare
at natures night, although still there
shall tonight remain in hiding

A poets mind this night denied
her muse enchantress; wont provide
the majestic stars so oft her guide
shall tonight remain in hiding

And though this eve she is alone
abandoned by the great unknown
she’s never , really, on her own
with tomorrows stars to guide her.

He’s here again
Stark figure against the lamplight
He’s come for you
Everyday the same, escape impossible
You cannot live without him
You need him as much as air
And yet he takes and
Only gives illusions back
Leaves you with a bittersweet taste of success
Short-lived, reality hits in
The morning light. Cruel and fresh
Against the prospects of the day
Lack of, says you, for he
Has taken everything
The night before. Now you
Start again to build the purpose
And the dreams you want to have
When sleep stops stealing
dreams away

Calm grey light of the evening
Slowly breathing, silently being
Barely moving, yet so alive
Natures shadows prominent
Against the starless sky
A timeless scene
Tranquillity broken by birdsong
Continual life,
Majestic life,
Centuries old and still breathing
Flickers synthetic, far off
Humanity in self destruct
Forgetting the gooses cry
For now the starless sky remains
Until false light consumes the world.

Ethereal Beauty
I am rendered speechless
In your presence
Infinities complexion;
A blushing landscape
A graceful surrender
Your smile stirs
My very existence
And to think;
At any moment you could be gone.

Its something that I heard them say,

“Why did you have to go away?”

“to where?” they say, “and how, and why?”

for what reasons did he die?

Some even say he’s not gone far-

his smile is in the nearest star

and when you are alone, they swear

you’ll hear his whispers in the air.

He’s in amongst the twigs and leaves

even if no-one believes.

They feel and know his precense yet:

neither can nor will forget.

So in the silence of your night

within that blackness, there is light.

Its just something I heard them say;

he’ll never really go away.

I turned to see the moon
As so many have before
I turned to see
A slice of past
And I noticed the future
was hiding in the shadows.
Waiting.
I turned to see
everything thats real
everything
safe, within
illumination
I turned to see 
humanity
transforming
as the moons face
shys in the darkness
And yet,

as I turn

 a calm

timelessness emblazons
 the night sky.

I turned to see the moon
I’ll always see the moon.