for her

my heart falls away
like the leaves
where is my lady
her voice abandons me
i loved her eternal
alas cursed i’m immortal
perhaps she is dying
alone left without me
i weep for her

To Cry

Cry for life, for release
To mourn lost hope
Cry to save the soul
From buried pains
Cry to escape
The wretched wastes of mind
Cry to renew and find
Yourself in brighter days
Cry to remember or cry to forget
To erase or to dwell
Cry for all these of for nothing
Other than to cry
Crying can feel horrid
In it’s delightful release
So, cry, just cry

Slayed Poetry

I have lost my sense of poetry,
My muse dashed the hopes I’d held.
I have healed some of the hurt
I allowed myself to be so exposed.
I let them rush in fast at me.
Talking every minute, every day
With someone for as long as I had.
I lost some of myself with them.
I took on a role too, I was king
Mr. In charge and she said yes sir
That’s how it went, heaven forbid
I fail to be in charge or fallible.
Each mistake I lost their respect
Ultimately lost them, though granted
With all women I have dated
It was I who ended it.

Being without her was hard.
It was being without the tides
but it made me think on things
On the uselessness of romanticism.
Aniya no doubt feels my wall.
The hesitancy I have in every step.
I love myself, that could be enough
but her love meant everything.
I have lost my muse.
No flowery poems of devotion
Flowing from my pen.
Words to be thrown away so easily?
How I envy simplicity
Almost wish I wasn’t an author,
A poet now.
Does she even care that I can’t

Chase The Land of Dreams

It’s cold and cruel the world of men.
in it we feel so lost
We sleep and dream of better things
We escape the harsh reality
To hear the sirens song
In dreams we learn
Solve the greatest riddles
In dreams we fly afar
To wake again at morning light
With our war torn hearts
The world is dying inside us
And outside has lost its magic
We see the news filled with despair
And weep, it’s oh so tragic
But worse still our depression
Our burning need to die away
Is inside our very brain
Eating like a parasite
Let go the pain and fall asleep
Dream of elf queens and dragon kings
Where fire dances and flowers sing
Rest and you may be anything
For you are made of magic
You can be a god yourself
An elf, a cat, a dragon
You can dream up anything
I believe in you my child
I’ll be there waiting
By the waterfall you shall see
My love for you is vast
Go I’ll be there soon no more tragedy
To the land of dreams

Haunted by Her

The lady of shadows haunts me
And my heart feels lost at sea
Alone I am an empty king
But you stand here reminding me
Of promises I made to write
To pour my soul on page
So tired I spend all my time
Studying ever so late
And when the days fade to night
If I sleep will I again wake
I tire of the glaring lights
Aniya left me to my fate
And I hold everything said
Between us always in memory
Lest I be once more dead
And heart set free

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You are Made of Magic

Rest, rest your weary head.
The day is long and never ends.
Mornings filled with dread,
But if you sleep then dream,
Of places old and magic.
Go, dear one, to the place of dragons.
The waking world is cold and cruel,
people in it lie.
Sleep and dream of fantastic things
Where pterasaurs still fly.
There you’re free of worldly care
To play in fields of flowers.
Yes there you can wile away the hours
Sleep and dream of happy things,
forget for now the misery,
for there Lady Aldra sings,
That you are filled with magic!