THIS POETRY WAS FOUND ON DEVIANT ART- IT IS MY PLEASURE TO PUBLISH IT WITH THEIR PERMISSION.
"I'VE SEEN THE END"
Believe me when I say,
I've seen the end,
I've tossed, turned, hated, blamed
those who opposed me, friend.
Taken her soul--the one who loved me--
For what!? To die --shamed!
It's been a long time comin' Dear,
Oh why oh why
Have I found you here?
On this DAY?
In this place, now forever locked in my...
Eyes. Eyes! There-- staring
up at me, unblinking--
Completely Uncaring of
what I'm suffering,
watching, waiting, oblivious to my pain.
What was THAT!? I hear them now!
Fast --loud, stamping out
Coming, they're comin' for me!!
crunching ground under foot,
Running, I'm runnin' -toes don't touch the road!
Run til' my feet cramp--
then STOP! Qui--et now...
Take me for a fool!
Be quiet, breath SLOW.
Tree scratches my back...
Quiet now... It's quiet.
Turn my head 'round the trunk,
feel bone to bone through flesh
my space spins--THUNK!
I hit the ground, I'm doWN!--I'M DOWN!!
SHIT--SHIT! This how I go??
IS THIS HOW I LEAVE?
Take me for a fool YOU--
Three shadows standing over me,
Think you own me, don't you three?
Close now, I believe...
I hear something rustle, then BANG!!!
Sky goes black, crunching ground,
Is this how it ends... Is this how I leave?
LANORA OF DEVIANT ART 3/2015 ©
October Full Moon
by Malintra-Shadowmoon, OF DEVIANT ART
Your blood-red fruit in the sky let my soul flow,
You draw me slowly to yearning distances,
And while the crows’ croaks echo on foggy fields,
I travel to the stars, full of nostalgia.
The wind in the willows whistles with sorrowful flute tune,
And while I follow you to the destinations of our dreams,
I cast a glance at the scenery full of fruits.
From the depth of the earth, song and whisper raise.
Our love was already gone before it began.
I could only search but I never found you.
The sand of the hourglass vanished between our hands,
I had to get over the unavoidable farewell.
The gossamers of past dreams
Cover my thoughts like a web.
They make the brown-colored leafless trees shake
As well as my walk.
October full moon, take me with you on the journey.
Help me to fly to the other side of summer.
In a magical, eternal way
You and I will walk together under the fresh green leaves.
- by Malintra-Shadowmoon, Dec 6, 2013 ©
Between dream and moon tides,
The light weaves a new day.
A first glimmer lights the darkness,
Where even still a shadow lay.
For ages swings a song
From star guardians into the world
And first diamonds glitter,
Where luminosity falls on the water.
The young morning is still hesitating,
Promising us hardly the return.
Still the night wraps up the life
And silently breathes the great sea.
Then … finally, the golden time calls.
Water marries to the light.
And shining our heart sways
Where sunshine breaks through waves.
The wind carries my soul
On its wings away from here
To green valleys, ocean lights,
To blue lakes, to you.
You are the life, you are the dream.
You are my soul and my light.
And when the day draws to a close again,
I will not forget you.
PHOTO BY ALFRED BENAVENTE NAVARRO
- by Malintra-Shadowmoon, Sep 9, 2013
- When I walk over the wooded hills at midnight
And the moon sketches my shadow
Smoothly on the moss –
When I raise my eyes to the firmament
And the Milky Way is reflected
In my mind like silver –
When the lucid fluxes of my heart
Flow upwards and fill the space –
The universe is trembling in joyful refreshment.
I whisper your name,
Draw you with my heart
And receive your light on the ether.
We rise over the horizon
Of profane and mortal narrowness
And dance to the sound of the heavenly harp ….
The midnight dance of eternity.
- Malintra- Shadowmoon
Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. ~Leonard Cohen
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~Khalil Gibran
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
~Mark Strand, "Eating Poetry," Reasons for Moving, 1968