Liberation

Nov. 19th, 2007 04:20 pm
[identity profile] myownincubus.livejournal.com
The piano
tears away
pieces of my soul
searching inside deeper
than the roughest touch.

The voice
that penetrates
the facades of my mind
frees my soul
allowing for
a softer path
down this road of life.

The lyrics burst
colors in my mind
as the tune follows
movements and shapes.

I give in
to pure delight
of finding this
liberation.

Clutter

Sep. 17th, 2007 11:05 am
[identity profile] myownincubus.livejournal.com
My heart is a disaster
a meddlesome battleground
strewn with emotions
bloody with feeling.

Reaching out to those nearest me
they help me pick up the pieces
but never the bodies,
the clutter.

I have freed myself
from those captors
that held me for so long
held me back from who I could be
from who I have become.

Judge yourself by those you are with
for birds do flock together.
[identity profile] kitsune-ryu369.livejournal.com
My mother calls me a sick, sick little girl... )

A Poem.

Jul. 25th, 2005 12:26 pm
[identity profile] myownincubus.livejournal.com

It has come down to this,
a parting of love.
Tests of courage and strength
bonds and passion.
Life knows no limits
to the stresses it causes
creatures to endure,
those only looking for comfort
in another's loving eyes,
and peace
in the arms of an angel.
Last embraces are near
so few loving words
to utter into the other's heart
to help lessen the pain.
Lock into memory
the passion I see
in your eyes
and hold in my heart
all the memories we've made.
One last kiss
another breath
while held in your arms,
completes my world.
For you, eternity...
and more.
























Sunday, July 24th, 2005



[identity profile] myownincubus.livejournal.com

Pink sky.passion.

Lost love.hope.

Pain gained
a lover lost.

Fall comes on.
Such a chill
in the air.my heart

for a hopeless
romantic.soul.


Utter beauty.misery

in this season.

His memory.life

etched into
every falling leaf









.breath.

I could have
kept you.saved you

loved you.
Longer.

But it's too late now.
No way how
to change your death.the past.

Even for my future.

The end to mourning.my pain

seems to never come.
Hundreds of days pass.wither

and still no salvation to
my despair









.hurt.

The breeze keeps me company.reminded

when you no longer can.

[ Lizbeth ]

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