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i do not want
To hurt you
But you insist
On forcefully pointing
My weapon of
Unfelt emotion
At your heart
My weapon of choice
I will fire.
i was born into lies
And deceit,
You knew this!
So why
Did you think
i would not know
Where I was
When you took
Me back there?
Mask in Darkness
By Alexander Duque
A soul mask in darkness,
A treasure I search for long.
A raw flesh so pure
Inner corpse,
I’m not so sure.
Sweetness is a mystery,
Reveal your true identity.
As I shovel deep inside,
To Unveil,
The enigma you hide.
The treasure I have found,
Is not what I expect.
My Eyes dilated;
Body shudder;
Fueled inside with rage.
Invisibly there?
She sits alone, with no one to listen
No one to see her tears that glisten
On the ends of her long lashes
As the memories come back in flashes
She sits alone in a silent world of despair
With a soul in a constant sate of disrepair
She seems so lonely, so very lost
At her feet lie the letters she will never post
This silent, yet strong woman
This fragile yet solid person
Broken down, abused by a man
Darkness of mind, darkness of soul
Darkness beckons to her, its long reaching fingers
touching her to her very soul
its the darkness to which she may not surrender
no matter how much sweeter the prospect
darkness invites her to come, and rest
darkness promises her to eternal, blissful rest
it assures her that her troubles will be left behind
no more pain to be felt, no more ties to bind
darkness, the sweet, eternal friend
hold on for a moment
a moon horned and brilliant
pressed on a thousand mile sky
give me that look
those serious eyes
flanked by borders of mascara
so green and deep
where do they lead too
let me hold you here forever
sunlight sharp flooding in
from a city valley
lake is a pan of mercury
vivid and alive
polished keen as armour
drag my hand into the shadow
of the glass cliffs
before i can utter my words
round about they go again
tailess and agitated
fed with syrup drops and alphabets
could i scrape one wall proof
shadow dancing through the halls
sing their brand of mimicry
and audacious authenticity
perhaps i need another shot
to close my eyes and see
let loose my carnaged carnivore
to roam about
be free
please don’t
assume
and don’t
push your
preaching
into my
essential
sacred space
I am
content
with
the place
were I reside
in these
precious
moments
calmness
slowly
spreads
through
my veins
and
occasionally
baptises
an ill looking cell
you always
do
assume
that
I am
in need
of your
attention
which
then
kickstarts
your pulpit
preaching
self
you haven’t
assessed
the situation
don’t catch my
thoughts
you’ll become
a host
and spread
my disease
of deep
despondent
depression
to everyone
A special memory of Caribbean time
To mark the moment I write this rhyme
We sat on the beach twas early morn
Gemma and I to watch the dawn
We gazed in silence at the sight
It wasn’t day it wasn’t night
A shining orb rose with no fuss
A brilliant sight to welcome us
The warming glow as if to say
I’ve come to light the new born day
The beauty of this shining star