Whispers of Dreams (A Poetic Collection) Page 3

Eyes

  Under those eyes,

  So closed to my world,

  Is it dark or light inside you?

  In your distant stare,

  What is it you see?

  Charisma of life enchanted in youth?

  Or inevitable death,

  Darkness stalking our souls?

  Surrounded so tightly,

  Not a crack to look through.

  My tools to reach you,

  Crumble when I touch.

  There is nothing here, it seems.

  But there must be something here.

  You make me feel of nothing,

  As I wander in your mind.

  Tumult

  I know how to love,

  And I know how to take.

  Yet I know how to give,

  And I know how to break

  You…

  Slowly, slowly,

  Like a dying wind.

  Until nothing’s left,

  Inside to defend.

  I know when to leave,

  And I know when to stay.

  Yet does it make a difference,

  In the end, anyway?

  I can use you up,

  Everything living in you.

  Make you weak and empty,

  Very well this I do.

  I mangle and maim,

  All hearts that are true.

  I’ll rip yours right out,

  Bleed me into you.

  I am your disease,

  Embedded inside.

  Eroding away,

  Controlling with lies.

  I shall destroy you,

  If it’s the last thing I do

  For this is my nature,

  A tumultuous brew.

  Dampened Spirits

  This dampening of spirits,

  So typically real.

  The absolute in feeling,

  But how unsatisfied I feel.

  When hardships overwhelm you,

  Light forgets that it exists.

  This abyss that fluctuates,

  Ignores what it can fix.

  There is nothing like a lying sun,

  Who denies his warmth and light.

  To every icy spirit’s hope,

  Bestowing dark of night.

  Devil Inside

  You raped me of mortality,

  Infested me with lies,

  Seduced me with your pleasures,

  As sure as devils die.

  Sang me songs of sentiment,

  So vile, to me, appeal,

  Whispered word’s unspoken powers,

  You are the only real.

  Gave everything of me as yours,

  Took all of you instead,

  Nothing left of your life now,

  Like silence in your head.

  Releasing the Muse

  This sweet inhibition,

  Has frozen all my time,

  As intensely given,

  Taking all that’s mine.

  Silence, a dear, old friend,

  Shows all that I could be,

  Feeling a slight of fancy,

  Becoming suddenly.

  A touch of intensity,

  Ringing in my head,

  Spinning a tale or two,

  Like none I’ve ever read.

  Child

  What power

  Does youth possess?

  I think it,

  Be mine indeed,

  Had I not,

  Grown to be,

  Wretched child,

  Of adversity.

  Time

  Time, don’t you know

  What you do to me?

  Scratching in all your entity,

  Elongating my memory,

  Stealing my life, eventually?

  Time, you heal all types of wounds,

  Let my life again resume,

  Once each night passes the moon,

  You remind me of my doom.

  Time, you endlessly remain,

  Never leaving bits to gain,

  Our sacred hearts on which you aim,

  We beg to let us breathe again.

  Time, have you forgotten me?

  To wither souls so easily,

  Don’t you care who they’re to be?

  We search ourselves so recklessly.

  Time, is there a point to this?

  Do roads of life all end in bliss?

  And what of the things I’ve missed?

  Disturbing Time, unravel this!

  Voices

  The voices inside my head,

  Give me no rest at all.

  Can you hear them out there,

  Screaming their calls?

  So maybe I’m lost,

  From all these years,

  Things I can forgive,

  Intentional fears.

  All in my mind,

  I see their faces,

  Rebutting my words,

  With their phrases.

  Silence, I beg, please!

  Let solace flow,

  Let them leave now,

  And they let me go.

  Scarlett

  Ever a weary soul I hold,

  Heavier, heavier grows my load.

  Smiles impossible to uphold,

  With all eyes possessed by cold.

  Never again shall I lay me down,

  Never again will you take my crown,

  Never again can they make me frown,

  Never, I swear, will my spirit drown.

  Silently watching, shall I be,

  Looking and waiting just to see.

  Knowing so well you’ll fail me,

  Yet, I’ll just sit here, patiently.

  While my heart can wait right here,

  Holding in the weight of tears,

  Nothing shall I have to fear,

  For life has made them disappear.

  Infatuation

  Live still, simple soul.

  Dare I crave you more?

  Like infection spreading,

  Makes me crumble to the floor

  Be brave, weary soul,

  Dare I push too far?

  Like a weathered shelter,

  Smashes what you are.

  Breathe in, coveted soul,

  Dare I let you go?

  Like losing one’s thought,

  It’s no good anymore.

  Seasons

  You, you’re like the rain in winter,

  Cold and stinging on my face,

  Crystalizing all this place.

  You, so like the desert heat,

  Melting me in your hands,

  Burning quickly, heat of sand.

  You are the four seasons to me,

  Swirling and raining down.

  Your hurricane, until I drown.

  Place your indecisive frost,

  Here until I’m frozen, lost.

  Or why don’t you fake a spring,

  Serenity of rarest things.

  You, so like all the four winds,

  Pulling, pushing every way,

  Thrashing me most every day.

  You, so like the dying fall,

  Love, a space you endlessly defile.

  Another leaf to join the pile.

  Patience

  Patience

  The blood in my veins burns,

  What am I anxious for?

  My fingers ache to touch,

  There is nothing to feel.

  My soul fills with need,

  I know not for what.

  I am here,

  But I’d rather not.

  Twitching with anxiety,

  What awaits me now?

  Uninterrupted

  I know I can love you,

  If uninterrupted.

  I know I can mean something,

  something sweet and sacred.

  I know I can enlighten you,

  show you a different light.

  Fill you like an empty page,

  sweet literature I write.

  I know I can open you
,

  without a stinging pain.

  Spiral around your fingers;

  erase your spirit’s stains.

  I’ll give and give right to you,

  like a missionary’s faith call.

  Answer to your unconsciousness,

  confidently raw.

  I know I’d pay any price,

  to be the one right there,

  Nothing I would keep from you,

  to show you that I care.

  About the Author

  Alexia Purdy resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. She spends every free moment writing or playing with her four rambunctious kids. She devours books daily, especially paranormal urban fantasies and finds genre books to be irresistible. Alexia has been writing since she can remember and loves creating paranormal urban fantasy and poetry. She also enjoys watching movies, dancing, singing loudly in the car and Italian food. She is the author of Ever Shade (A Dark Faerie Tale#1), Ever Fire (A Dark Faerie Tale #2), and Reign of Blood. All her books are available on Amazon.com.