Black Dress

 

She is the moon to my dark night

adding lightness to guide my path,

like a star to my grey cloud.

I'm the thunder roaring loud,

she the lightning that blinds,

the glue that binds.

I'm the one always trying

to run and hide,

flee from the feelings

I hold inside.

 

She is the voice

that speaks delicate tones,

I'm the screams that echo

through creaking old bones.

Tread careful weary traveller

her sign would say,

as I bound towards the edge.

And as I sway

ready to fall.

I think.

She would be the hand

that pulls me back from the brink.

 

She is the voice that sits in my head

when I'm lying awake in my bed.

She is the one that says

just close your eyes,

don't look around in dread.

I know not her name.

I've never seen her face,

just felt her sweet embrace.

 

If I close my eyes

I sometimes catch a glimpse.

A swaying black dress dancing

in the inky blackness

of the vast empty expanse.

I sometimes hear her voice on the wind

when all the other voices are being unkind.

Is she just a figment of the mind?

Or is she a voice from someplace else

trying to send me a sign?

 

 

 

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Kyle Coare - Underworld

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kyle Coare - Underworld

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Ancient Explosions

 

In essence we are just,

the flowing burning embers

of old stars,

universal dust.

Cosmic ripples. waves of love,

ashes of ancient explosions,

settling on the surface

of deep space oceans.

Creation crawling from the depths,

onto the sandy beaches of life

where we take our first breaths.

 

We are the burning hearts of old stars,

so far away, many years apart.

Thousands of suns die.

We are the sparks they inspired,

the life they ignited.

We are star dust,

scattered upon celestial tides

on extra-terrestrial boat rides.

 

From aeons across space and time,

we yearn, to earn our place

in this galactic relay race.

We are star dust,

energetic sparks of evermore,

stories of lore,

The eternal sunlight

of this enchanted shore.

 

We are the everlasting unity

sprinkled over our worldly community.

Star dust adding sparkles to everything,

we are the songs

of which future generations will sing.

We are all that shines,

our stories will live in space for eternity.

 

 

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Phantom Words

 

There are ghosts in the words,

haunting moans sit

anticipating their release,

like delicate wisps of smoke

tingling on cold lips.

I feel them pulling away from my grip.

Slip into the air and float there,

aimless and free,

phantoms roaming between you and me.

 

There are ghosts in the verses,

dead to us, apparitions of hope.

See through nooses,

transparent old rope.

To remind of places

where our memories elope.

I could follow where

those sombre words flow,

but all I'd find is a dried riverbed

where roses no longer grow.

 

There are ghosts in the things we say,

spirits speak in echoes of yesterday.

Spectres of truth float lifelessly

on the still lying sea.

Where honesty is drowned

under the surface in agony.

 

There are ghosts in the words,

devilish melody of

maladies and bad chemistry.

Poison-tinged remarks

and snarky acid sprayed barks.

Spoken in spluttered bursts.

The words seem cursed.

Could whisper through the fear

But that could bring so much pain,

so instead, I pull the words back

and store them, locked up,

in my fearful brain.

 

 

 

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