love poem

In This Languid Afternoon

In this languid afternoon,

I could be slipping

In the soft mattress

With the smell of Saturday night,

But my thoughts are wallowing

Unto a distant sight

Of you,

Tuckin’ in an ironed shirt,

Brushing some strands of hair

To a date

I could only use a bet

To wish I was the girl,

Who could suffuse 

To the spell

Of your smell

Hanging

On your skin;

The girl who gapes

At the look,

Which I just traced

In my fingers

through an air,

Thinning, 

As it is surreal.

Those are the things 

Slithering,

As they seether

In my broken head.

I couldn’t pretend

Again 

And anymore

That they are not there;

That you were an arm’s length.

To the girl

Who chuckles at your jest

In a dinner 

I could just dream

Away..

I have been fallin’

And tossin’;

Sighin’;

Beatin’ badly

And turning

To a bed

Since I knew him,

Worse,

When I run thoughts of him.

You see,

I better be changing the sheets,

Chasing the tunnel fading

Before another girl would leap

Across my soundless sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Dramatic tunes

Dramatic tunes play in my mind

as I wait in bed for your replies

Took a trip, tried to listen to

A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships

But boy, I really should take note

that 1975 was never the year

that the internet was born 

then lives got weird

 

Dramatic tunes swirl in my mind

Nauseating and mesmerizing, all at once

I trace all the pieces I could find

to draw the image that may resemble you

and draft the letters I could think of

but never would I send to you

 

Dramatic tunes leech on my mind

Trying to design my last demise

The nothingness on their side,

churning violence all coincide

 

Dramatic tunes play in my mind 

As I wait for your replies 

The darkness would soon arrive

here and hear my last goodbye

The flock of crows are closing in

Floating just three feet above

But then I feel my eyes flinch

As the phone buzzed

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the anxiety you have when you're not sure someone's still interested of you or not anymore. 

Two Hearts

Folder: 
Confessions

Angel eyes,
James Dean smile,
and a Marcos Not A Hero shirt
He was scouring the room when he found me first
Shy guy type,
crooked spine,
My heart compressed and prepared for the worst
The second he stepped in to my world,
I found my tongue struggling for some words


"I'm a bad conversation,"
I'd say, gripping harder on my first Chardonnay
"How else can you be a conversation?"
he'd flash a smile, flicking the last of his Marlboro Lights

 

And right there and there,
two souls collided into a glorious explosion,
sliding to the grip of the claws of the night
on the way to the familiar road
of sins, misery, and scenic memories

 

After two nights of flying ballistics
and crippling thoughts once abandoned,
Two hearts soon mixed
into a sparkling August poison
A blue bourgeois Libra
And a yellow-bleeding Leo
A pair of delicate, diamond hearts
Defying fate, seeking Cupid's darts
Rising from the dead,
Rising from ash
Rising for the words once left unsaid

 

The thrill of it all is eating me whole 
I feel the shaking ground and the cold air blows
Omens, cautions, and warnings 
Red lights above us all blaring
A whirlwind romance, friends say,
is bound for doom and eventual fade
But his words are enough to hold on to
Words that make my demons fade into view
along with my bad past as I start anew
Away from the dark clouds 
that have crippled me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about a whirlwind romance.

Our Beginning

 

Our Beginning

 

Blossomed rapt from heart - whispered softly sweet,

words to never stray - given kisses' seal

Upon moist smiles - vowed, have and to hold,

in lasting embrace - Heaven so real

 

Lined aisle's décor -  floral bouquets,

sun lighted windows - drapes of golden lace

Standing, hand in hand - spirits betrothed,

all shades of love - ever blessed with grace

 

Beneath raised veil -  my sheerest dream,

horizon at dawn - night's moon in the sky

Eyes for you alone - a viewed caress,

beauty's face defined - with wings you'd fly

 

Sitting on a cloud - ferried alongside,

in surrounding mists - together we climb

Ascending thoughts - our future portrayed,

a cherished journey - till the end of time

 

Following the stars - chasing bright shimmers,

guidance through darkness - finds no regret

Forever begins - moments to fulfill,

lasting memories - and none to forget

 

© C.E.Vance

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just another handful of silly words.

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To Love

I yearn to love, a love with a passion

Joining hearts, a fatal attraction

To be fondled by your words alone, holding on to promises by your lips

To savor the sweetness and emotion that drips

Let us hold together, let our eyes slowly find and meet

Let all time stop, with nothing but our heartbeats




To the Other


 

On words of love - embraced so tight,

surrenders each heart - being swept away

Enrichments to rise - blossoming with time,

flowers to grow - becoming life's bouquet

 

Gather one's fortunes - bundled with hope,

given to forever - where dreams reside

Sharing of whispers - across endless smiles,

all to the other - no moments denied

 

Bestowed on a promise - to always be near,

beneath its caress - with softest of touch

Therein lies solace - shades the tranquil veil,

forward eyes to Heaven - offerings are such

 

Honored by blessings - gifted days through nights,

found beauty is seen - as paradise will tell

Pairing of  souls - thankful for the times,

'till spirits into winds - bids final farewell

 

Always to love you - without hint of a doubt,

the life inside me - bequeathed to your heart

Somewhere past hereafter - perhaps once again,

holding my flower's hand - another dream to start

 

© C.E.Vance

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just another handful of words - and nothing more.

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Heart on a Wild Ride

I was running through the wilderness,

Heart torn and eyes too big to see,

In my fortress of solitude,

A temporary space to escape in,

You came to me in my dreams.

 

Now my heart beats proudly, as you’re holding on to me,

I painted perfection; it’s only you that I can see.

You’ve taught me I’m a fighter,

When naked, I still believe,

You are more than just a figment of imagination.

 

This love is a fire, that when touched it can heal,

Burning passion lingers, the reason I breathe,

The future is ours, a wild ride together; we are free,

We are just ordinary people in our extra-ordinary worlds,

When with you there’s nothing I can’t believe,

I loved you before I met you,

You came to me in my dreams.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The repeat of the refrain may bug some people, but it's to show from the beginning to the present (there is no end).

Love Is

Folder: 
1995

Love is like a well

As you go deeper

All things go darker

 

When you sink on its end,

You won't know you drowned

You think all are sound

 

Love is like a bottle

You can fill it up

You can break it up

 

You'll never know when it's full

You think all are wonderful

Until you find yourself doomed

 

Love is like a brick

So firm that you can build a house

But strong enough to bring it down

 

This brick can be a tool

To hit one's heart and break it

To beat one's hope and sink it

 

Love is like a candle

Bringing light to your world

But hurts when you get burned

 

Love is like a rose

So magical when it's fresh

But it's awful when it's dead

 
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Cupid

Folder: 
1995

He met her in a lonely town

Sparks flew that point of time

Bouncing back and forth to the ground

He told himself, "She's mine"

 

He could make people fall in love with his words

He could make people cry with his lines

He could make people see the truth though it hurts

He could make people mad side by side

 

He thought he could make Juliet

Fall in love with him

But the princess' mind was set

Her heart's not for him

 

She left him in the  dark

With a strong, burning scar

He thought he could stop his heart

He should've been warned it's hard

 

He doesn't know what to do

He feels what he's got is useless

He can't use it for the princess

He prays she will want him too

 

Years had passed him by too swiftly,

He helped thousands to fall in love

But he can't make the girl he loves,

This is the cost of being him

 

All the why's in the world haunt him

He's jealous of the passers-by full of happiness

He gave it to them but he can't have his happiness

Memories of him with her kills

 
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