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Just once

Even a mere whisper from you keeps me awake,

illuminates my darkness like a candle in the moonlight.

But the thought of your name alone,

puts me isolated into ignorance.

Is it really love or just an imaginary scream

for warmth and the halo of your perfect smile?

 

The desire for your lips makes me tremble,

the wish for your love curses me.

A dance under the clear nightsky,

hand in hand and heart in heart.

Your breath freezes my movement, your tenderness destroys me.

But still I am so certain,

that this is not love.

 

 

Photograph (Summer ’11) & Writing (November ’12) by Lisa Marina.

Breathe

Hush, I hear the papers rustle,
softly as I turn on to another page.
The first word forms itself on my silent lips,
and my pen touches the sheet.
My miserable handwriting is like a thorn.
A thorn on a smooth field of flowers,
a raincloud on the clearblue sky…
I hear the screams, I feel the pain.
But I remember the good moments,
the times I laughed, the times I smiled.
The black ink on the white paper,
seems like a stain of blood on a newborn child,
alien, but still familiar.

Words of completion, of compassion.
Verses of death, and of torture.
I’ve written them all, felt the pain,
and lived through it all over again.
It’s all buried somewhere far in the distance,
a place I locked so carefully to be forever forgotten,
but still not fallen completely into oblivion.
I left my sense there, too, along with memories,
too painful to write.

The final word is written down at last,
and a wave of relief rushes over me.
I feel alone, cold, beaten to pieces.
And there I sit with my pen still in my hand,
confusing words all over the paper,
with tears still in my eyes.
I lift up the block with all the heavy words,
my dearest friends,
and softly breathe life into the words.

Photograph (Sept. ’12) & Writing (Winter ’11) by Lisa Marina.