Inventing Shadows

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A walking corpse filled with anguish and dread,
The sign of a soul that has too often been bled.
Why would his bright light simply burn out ?
Possibly because he is damaged throughout.

Eyes once shined with the innocence of youth,
Now doused by the creeping melancholy of untruth.
Dark and twisted, the only facets of his character,
A battle to the finish where he is not the victor.

Everyday going through the same arduous motions,
Lacking steady faith or unmatched devotion.
He is but a shadow, a stigma on our society
Craving a full blown invasion of privacy.

Exist he does but on a whole other plane,
Stuck on this bleak level, bound by chain.
Creating a shadow but never to leave a mark,
Not on our lives but only in the dark.

Moon Dance

Gracefully glide over dew robed grass

Vault over a thousand shards of glass
This isn’t the time to be bound to the past
Memories aside, away they are cast

Elegant dance through the starlit night
Doused in the silver essence of moonlight
Finally some space to openly breathe
Far apart from your monstrous creed

Soul wide open, aching for release
Pirouette in the dark, emotions unleashed
Reached the murky depths of my very being
This is the time, I shall not be fleeing

Light a fire as glorious as the Aurora
Creatures of the night released by Pandora
Ray of light extinguish these monstrosities
Dawn arrives, inhale the breeze.

Trauma

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A blank stare welcomes my visage
Deep in my heart, hoping its a mirage
Fingers trace scars that now replace beauty
Once was grace now nothing but ghastly

My reflection gifts me with a face that is shaken
A constant reminder of everything that was taken
Bloody tears well as I fall to the floor
A cry as I crave heaven’s opalescent door

I tried to move on but the dark pushes me back
Nightmares hell bent on pushing me off track
Sickness takes over my dreary waking hours
While the face that is no more plagues the time of stars

All I can do now is just live
Smile and make pleasantries to all my kin
Maybe one day someone will finally see
Maybe someday i will eventually be free

Shock of the Fall

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 I bolt across with futile hopes of escape
A dive to the ground as pain comes my way
Explosions as far as the eye can see
Oh please release me from my agony

I crawl onward refusing to give up the fight
Determined not to give into the light
My will to live, stronger than the temptation of sweet freedom
A few more steps and I’m at the feet of the Heathen

A gun planted in between my eyes
Its master’s heart as cold as ice
Is this the last thing I will see?
Or does this mean that I am finally free?

Blood splatters as I see the end near
7 years on this planet lived only in fear
What happened to the innocence of childhood?
Cause all I’ve seen is the demon of manhood.

Inferno’s Masquerade

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Embers dance as flames follow
Matched head to head with the shadow
Eye to eye as the demons dance
Take a look or you might lose your chance

For this masquerade happens seldom
In the depths of their fiery kingdom
Where neither wears a cloak or mask
Both engulfed in the other as they bask

To separate them is out of the question
Since one does not exist without the other
Locked in an endless swirl of infinity
An exquisite duo befitting nobility

The inferno is ablaze as the darkness sets in
One step after the other, neither shall win
Together forever, fire and its shadow
An elaborate waltz that will leave you hollow

 

Woman In Black

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I feel the pain in my head,
As rage grips my mind like a claw.
I now see with clarity the Woman in Black,
Radiant as the sun and without flaw.

Her ashen face cloaked by an exquisite veil,
Like the sun eclipses the moon.
As she beckons me closer with half a smile,
A step forward and I’m ready to swoon.

Her beautiful face turns murky with every step,
As my head throbs with a need for release.
Is it folly to continue on this treacherous path,
Or is it destiny calling in all its wrath.

I choose to move onward, pain now gripping my heart,
While the epitome of beauty casts down her impenetrable veil.
To reveal not a face of serenity,
But one ravaged to all extremity.

I try to run but the agony is far too great,
Falling to the ground, flashes of white seize my mind.
Peace engulfs me in its arms as I take my final breath,
Looking at the Woman in Black who was nothing but death.