A brief history of 2008... of her...
Folded hands,
Tweed coats,
Golden strands,
Pun intended,
Fun ascended,
Dripping dairy
From her hands...
Absence,
Folded notes
With little games,
Dark little corners
Behind public window panes,
Working neighbours,
Assembling labours,
Clicking many pictures,
With her hands...
Arrogance,
Folded tickets,
Cockroach appearance,
Crimson little mourners,
To our retail adherence,
Weekend nights,
Lover's fights,
Clicking many pictures,
with his reverence
For her hands...
Ambulance,
Folded fingers
Crossed in angst,
Blue without you
My synonym of hope,
Dulling your tender organ pains
With my solid dope,
As time progressed
We left the rest,
And held the future
In our hands...
And so it stands,
within it all
That as time expands
Each man will fall,
And drown beneath his surface,
Save the light -his only purpose.
Elegance,
Moulded shapes
steaming traffic windows
behind black drapes,
While inside -the true love rapes,
Rocky Horrors
behind blue drapes,
Stiletto nights,
Creative plights,
Still clicking all those pictures,
Capturing the days
They hold each other's hands...
Decadence,
Folded shirts,
Ice-cream lunches,
Redroom recollections,
Tyra Banks brunches,
'Oh how I love my tea'
I'd never live without you beside me,
Tickling showers,
Prickling powers,
Of the hours to come,
Holding tight,the lovers at night,
For the day of the sun
Would part their hands...
Ignorance,
Folded clothes,
Parkhurst alleys,
With friends that know,
That lies could never tell
A love so great as their show,
Instant declaration,
Eternal dedication,
And he wouldn't know
The end: to show his tribulation,
Although his dedication
Would always and somehow
Remain
Ready for her hands again...
And so it stands,
within it all
That as space expands
Each man will fall,
And drown beneath his surface
Searching for the light -his only purpose.
Poetry by Aven Black
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Written on 2009-12-09 at 02:08
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Light Against The Black
Absinthe,Folded hands,
Tweed coats,
Golden strands,
Pun intended,
Fun ascended,
Dripping dairy
From her hands...
Absence,
Folded notes
With little games,
Dark little corners
Behind public window panes,
Working neighbours,
Assembling labours,
Clicking many pictures,
With her hands...
Arrogance,
Folded tickets,
Cockroach appearance,
Crimson little mourners,
To our retail adherence,
Weekend nights,
Lover's fights,
Clicking many pictures,
with his reverence
For her hands...
Ambulance,
Folded fingers
Crossed in angst,
Blue without you
My synonym of hope,
Dulling your tender organ pains
With my solid dope,
As time progressed
We left the rest,
And held the future
In our hands...
And so it stands,
within it all
That as time expands
Each man will fall,
And drown beneath his surface,
Save the light -his only purpose.
Elegance,
Moulded shapes
steaming traffic windows
behind black drapes,
While inside -the true love rapes,
Rocky Horrors
behind blue drapes,
Stiletto nights,
Creative plights,
Still clicking all those pictures,
Capturing the days
They hold each other's hands...
Decadence,
Folded shirts,
Ice-cream lunches,
Redroom recollections,
Tyra Banks brunches,
'Oh how I love my tea'
I'd never live without you beside me,
Tickling showers,
Prickling powers,
Of the hours to come,
Holding tight,the lovers at night,
For the day of the sun
Would part their hands...
Ignorance,
Folded clothes,
Parkhurst alleys,
With friends that know,
That lies could never tell
A love so great as their show,
Instant declaration,
Eternal dedication,
And he wouldn't know
The end: to show his tribulation,
Although his dedication
Would always and somehow
Remain
Ready for her hands again...
And so it stands,
within it all
That as space expands
Each man will fall,
And drown beneath his surface
Searching for the light -his only purpose.
Poetry by Aven Black
Read 562 times
Written on 2009-12-09 at 02:08
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