Crow's Poetry

[crow]

Lustful Eyes
Poetry in Prose
Written by The Crow


I can't ignore it anymore.

The way you look at him,
Your eyes filled with unquenchable passion.
He gives you an equal stare,
Paralleled anticipation is boiling inside.
Your left hand trembles,
His own hand matches.
You lean into him as you draw a faint breath,
I can feel my stomach writhe.
I ache as you brushes lips with him,
He touches your arm ever so slightly.
I can't take this emotion any longer,
I gather myself before sparing one last look.
Our eyes meet once again,
it's just like the old days, right?
I smile shyly as you reply equally,
A hint of envy lingers in my eye.
I turn away for the final time,
no second thoughts or action.
Silence falls between us,
My existence is solely a memory.
Depart, I shall, from you and him,
Nothing is left but fragments of thought.
So long, never again, I bid you adieu,
Farewell, my dear, gone forever, I from you.

[crow]

I'll Never Forget
Poetry In Prose
Written by The Crow



I'll never forget that look you gave me when we first met.
Your eyes were a picture of beauty, you smile was enchanting.
That innocent aura couldn't escape my gaze.

I'll never forget that first kiss, your soft lips against mine.
I pulled you ever closer to me, your heart was pounding through your chest.
I meant every syllable when I said those sacred words.

I'll never forget that wild night, our bodies laying together in bliss.
You slept contently in my arms, safe from the rest of the marred world.
Your bare skin touched my own, was it all a dream?

I'll never forget that day, we exchanged our vows with passion.
My heart soared high, only you could bring me down.
I was bound to you and you to me, together, we were one.

I'll never forget that phone call, they said they had your body.
I ached, I did, when they told me the entire story.
You had to hold on, just for a while longer.

I'll never forget that moment in which I saw you sleeping, forevermore.
So peaceful, so quiet, echoes of your voice rang in my head.
Your skin, so cold; your heart, so silent.

I'll never forget that autumn breeze that passed me at your grave.
Soothing whispers graced my ears, the wind froze to the bone.
Tell me, oh please, tell me that it wasn't real.

And I never forget these minutes, the time you spent with me.
You're with me, so close, living in my heart eternally.

[crow]

Distance
Poetry in Prose
Written by The Crow


Truly, without a doubt, it's strange.
You seem so far away as of late.
Your eyes are somewhere else when you look at me,
Your hands, cold, when you touch me.

Ah, what is this illness, this demon lingering within?
Your skin is a ghostly white, your veins are visible.
Your breath quivers, your chest heaves when solitude strikes you.
I hear you moan and wail in the noon of night.

Be still!
My presence is near; do not let fear consume.
Have faith!
Own persistence, find comfort in the light.

The distance between you and I is far too great.
'Tis a valley, a bridge of unparalleled magnitude!
Help, I cannot; the journey is solely yours.
Breathe, be silent; do not let darkness conquer.

[crow]

Untitled
Poetry in Prose
Written by The Crow



I can hear the echo of your tears-
The lonesome sound splashes against the hollow ground.
Silence follows the empty pulse.

I thought you would be happy now that I've let you go.
You're free, without limitations; unmarred, untouched-
A weightless jewel, coveted by all who gaze upon you.

The world continues to turn, regardless of you or I.
The golden ring wrapped around my finger shimmers quietly,
Its voice calls out to you hopeless.

I long for you behind these walls of lies,
My tired voice calls to you hopelessly.
You're free, full of content, and I lie here, dying each day.

[crow]

Him
A Haiku of Dedication
Written by The Crow


I grin while looking.
In every single way,
He looks just like her.

[crow]

Inevitable
Poetry In Prose
Written by The Crow


Utter silence.
He sits alone in his chair, hunched in thought.
Few have tried to resurrect him from his ways.
The blade touches his flesh, 'tis cool against his warm wrist.

His breath is drawn.
Memories painted in tear and blood remain upon the canvas of his mind.
He bows his head as her laugh rings vividly in his ears.
Slowly, gracefully, he slips into everlasting darkness.

His eyes shut.
The knife pierces his flesh, obliterating all it touches.
Her voice calls to him, the gentle wind caresses his youthful skin.
He smiles as life drains from his being; the shell 'tis all the remains.

[crow]

Glass
Poetry In Prose
Written by The Crow


Sheer insanity.
Creeping,
Crawling,
Burning-
He flails his arms as the feeling overtakes him.
Clenching his jaw, he writhes in pain.

Utter torture.
Aching,
Twisting,
Shattering-
Nothing but misery and woe ensues.
His chest heaves, his head explodes with agony.

They watch as he ventures down the Path of No Return.
They stare and merely watch, their stomach turn at the sight.
"Pity," one whispers, they avoid contact with his eyes.
"A shame," the other responds, their voice low and indifferent.

Inevitable death.
Releasing,
Ending,
Sighing-
Silence fills the room before a breath escapes his lips.
His eyes shut tightly, his soul releases.