Secundus Journey

Sarah Fier’s Cursed Hand by Houston Sharp   Post-mortem With each spin, my doom's wheels are turning and bringing the unending and blinding collapse of shadows  to an ending by coalescing. Finite lives, infinite questions, Shattering you inside my fractions Unsure of my arrival, how and when, A room with a dark green curtain is not welcoming, but devouring me. Questions form: Have I descended?      perhaps        I          have. Finite lives, infinite questions, Shattering you inside my fractions. Not long after, I am in a dark room with a behemoth of light hanging on top. It steals from me, my light's embassy, Pouring blood down my throat in a frenzy. Finite lives, infinite questions, Shattering you inside my fractions Approaching behind the light is a doc with green gloves, that is for sure. He blabbers about putting the pieces together, he forms a smile with his gloves....

  The Train The train awaits me to delightly hop on for a journey that will last till dawn. In the morning you greet and cover me, my heart beats, I am weak at the knees. We shouldn’t be afraid to die, but to die without living. Till I step out, it feels as if it’s a dream, The sun’s not helping, I need to blow off steam. Clearly, the ground beneath us is shaking, I hope I am not making it obvious, darling. A miracle the day was, gifted by you, We leaned and talked, our spirits grew. 3 minutes, hours, and days later, Everything I said became greater. We shouldn’t be afraid to die, but to die without living. Sometimes, you were the green gloves that I needed during the cold dark of within. Sometimes, a medicine that happened to fill my heart. Sometimes, a song reminded me that someone was waiting on the horizon. The question remained as magnificent as it ever was since the day I asked “Where is her head?” Perhaps elsewhere, perhaps on my knees. Yet, you were the cherry blossom ever ...

  P aint My Dreams Paint my dreams, Sit in front of me and be the very view my canvas kindly requests me to fulfill it with. Be the reason my paint, although cannot fill the tube once I start spreading my brush, feels joyful of dying on your sight for dying to immortalize you is of the highest honor. Be the reason that when I feel the warmth on my pillow, it is because you spread it and embraced us all; My face, my hands, my heart. Fill the corners of my mind with your voice and let me turn it into an echo of such passion that never fades within. Be my eyes and see what I see for you to see your own charm is the only means to realize how lucky my dreams are. To contain you with such words is cruelty for no existence on Earth can reflect the spark that you lit. Life is a canvas, you and your colors, when my heart knocked on your door, sprayed themselves on my life. Even now, I live through the layers of beauty, of such a smile, of such a voice. Be the warmth spread by the beacon hid...

Lady and the Crow   In The Blood In a life where my dark is blurry comes a drug that I need in a hurry. What led to such a need needs no explanation as all I need is my crow. Planes shifting, darkness evading, My blood evaporating, the sun is fading. With each flap, my crow’s wings spread and into my veins the thread of yours has fled. When you feel as if you have no stomach for it, It looms on the heart’s horizon, love’s permit. Carrying the essence of you, the barrel is the key to an ominous passionate peril. Such a thirst drowns me in drought of you for a needle through my flesh only spews the scent into the air yet, I am already affectionate. My mind goes blank, that I already knew. In the hallway of my life, I injected you the essence darker, yet now evermore you were the glimpses of light in my dark corridor that kept slipping beneath me Your sound echoed through the halls that I attuned to silence and immediately, they heated up. The grief of holding back ripped my f...

By Gold / p706   Like Cherry Blossoms At a garden, we meet once again, I say meet, but I am invited. What a time to be alive under your heart blooming like cherry blossoms. Like cherry blossoms, your eyes planted within dry soil yet ever ready to blossom anew and pour life into those who gaze upon them.   Like cherry blossoms, you may not bloom till the skin meets April’s heat. To witness thy magnificence, I need no heat to strike your skin. Like cherry blossoms, fruits of bittersweet moments surround your grace. It is best to share them with you for you bloom and paint the mind’s room. Like cherry blossoms, your essence runs down from my mouth to my chest. The stain left behind drives the monks, that rest under the branches, crazy and lead them to war against peace. Like cherry blossoms, every petal that grows once every year reminds me how lucky I am. That my cherry blossom, even while waiting to blossom, stands against purity and beauty’s trial. Would you like to see cher...

       The Sea Of You (As a reminiscent of laying under the sun) Were it up to us, no one could haul us from the seas that we meet. Ever reminiscent of the passion, that rows our boat we lay on, under the sun. Engulfed by the rhythm of waves wrought cunningly, splashes heart’s caves. Embodiment of a spark long forgotten, sullen? Never, now ever hopeful, we feel the heat now striking us, i say “It’s all red again” and check. More or less, is it just a sea? No. A sea of ambition and love, navy, I declare myself, ready to sink, drowning in such a sea I’d drink. Growing, our shadows tremble, emerging from the sea is a locket that splashes us, but you like it. Warm, yet wet, the locket of the depths calls, enough to keep it, but not to fill it. Thus, endlessly cherishing the love we find. A small glimpse reveals, the sun has unearthed such beauty that my poem, desperate to explain, cannot explain. The sand invites you now, I watch as you walk, drowning Aphrodite in anguis...