disbelief

Six Feet of Silence

I buried my love in disbelief.

Self-Deluding with calm conviction,

Calling all cruel jests and falsehoods.

A shattered voice cracked my sanity in half.

 

I buried my love in fire.

His bones reduced to ash, carefully capped,

Handed to his mother in black.

She held the world in her arms then.

 

I buried my love in the earth.

Scattered to the seven winds among

Dappled green forest grass teeming with life.

Now, filled with death.

 

I buried my love in the ocean.

A river poured from my soul, out my door,

Salty, hot, and unceasing.

It mingled with the sea.

 

I buried my love in silence.

I made not a sound save the soft

Scuff of my boots in passing.

My heart froze in the bitter chill.

 

I buried my love in my mind.

Handling treasured memories with care,

Binding them tightly to my frozen heart.

I promised I would never forget him.

 

He smiled.

 

Fires rage.

Winds blow. 

Trees grow. 

Oceans roar. 

Hearts sing 

and all is forgiven

 

It's confusing, to say the least

I always knew that there was something odd,
Something off, but brushed it away.
Now that everything's clear of the misty fog,
My feelings are no longer astray.

I still feel the same, though,
But just a little weirded out.
And even though it's been awhile ago,
I'm not filled with doubt.

It was really shocking,
but I kind of expected it.
It explains everything,
And yes, I even choked a bit.

It was hard not to,
seeing as I adored you.
I always thought that you were who you were,
But I'd still be your admirer.

It's not that bad,
It was just a little strange.
The truth is just a little bit hard to stomach,
A little bit out of range.

It doesn't change anything,
although it might feel a little awkward,
It will take awhile to let this sink in,
Because it's still a little disappointing.

~

By: RaiLiet_lurvs_BL

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Because I just recently discovered that my muse is a she. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with that, but the fact that I thought that she was a guy was way sinked in into my brain for far too long that it's a little weird to start calling what was supposedly "him", a "she"...

Haha. xDD. She's still my obsession though. >:}. For everyone else that viewed this poem as something else, feel free to do so, but keep in mind that this is the real meaning of the poem...
Feel free to say your thoughts about the poem... (Or about my A/N. xDD.)
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For HER.(<---- Convincing myself. xDD.) And for the people who can relate to the poem.

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Anarchy.

Laces tied with accuracy to our blocky combat boots.
The misty air is tainted with our soldiers woots.

Gut-busting laughter deep and reverberating,
Going to break through what's barricaded.

Slaps on the back and low growls from throats.
As the aligators roam through the moats.

Law-breaking low-blows both here and there;
Doing anything without a care.

The crowd is silenced, oddly enough.
There are the prisoners, bound in cuffs.

All begin to raise blood-painted fists,
With a round of battle-cries long missed.

Together fight just to break the law,
The most unholy thing they had ever saw.

Now see that the moon has switched to it's full;
The enemies know we can't play by the rules.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

ANARCHY!

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Dancing trees and Forest Sprints

Perhaps it is not wise of me,
So pardon me if I do sound odd,
I cannot control my enthusiasm,
Life is seeming queer,
Oblivion in front of me,
Chaos to my right,
Years leaping through thoughts
Back to where I’ve been,
Interesting that I had not known,
Never suppose what you acknowledge.

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