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Love Songs for the Insane

Shadows can dance so seductively.

By Quinn StreetPublished 5 years ago 7 min read
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A large piece of Rainbow Obsidian (natural volcanic glass) that I hand-mined and then shaped into a heart using modified flintknapping techniques

Love songs for the insane...

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This goes out to all those beautiful faces that carried me away to such lost and lonely places...

Thank you from the depths of my bottomless heart for all the lessons I couldn’t have learned any other way..

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When waves hit, it's hard to breathe,

And turbulence is all you see...

The Sun sets, the sky turns black...

And love gives way to heart attack..

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No one else ever forced me to see them try to tear the flesh from their soul.

Oh how I adore you so...

No one else ever pushed me to scream

from the depths of a thousand hells.

Oh how my heartache swells...

No one else ever showed me the way to the path towards certain decay.

Oh how I cherish those days...

I miss you more than I ever will.

Goodbye is always forever,

for each moment is eternal...

No one else ever

tried to tear the shame from their face,

and forced me to watch.

I care for you so very much...

No one else ever pulled me down

then picked me up

just to push me away.

I want you more than words can say...

No one else ever was clever enough to play such a poisonous game.

Yet my feelings remain the same...

I love you more than I ever will.

Goodbye is always forever,

for each moment is eternal....

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My heart skips three beats

and my blood runs cold

when I see the experiences we shared unfold

into an untold number of broken shards,

each one reflecting the love that you sold

for nothing more than the promise of pain

and the echoes of laughter...

Songs for the insane...

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Shadows can dance so seductively...

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In the beat of one heart,

Heaven can become hell,

And beauty an empty shell...

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(Shell)

She will... Oh yes.... She will.

She'll show you her she-hell shell...

all that’s left of her

hollowed out,

broken down,

used up,

wasted, tasteless, bitter, brittle,

bent and titty-twisted

frame without a picture

of what once contained

the space inside

a cracked and crazed puzzle

of a long lost maze

leading nowhere...

The perfect prison...

One cage

Composed of you

Containing you

Constraining you

From everything but you...

She will show you

her show-and-tell hell-shell.

Oh yes it's true...

Her last blasted plastic shatter

battered and bruised,

tattered and torn down,

abused and worn out

scarecrow Raven skull

smeared with years of fears

and bloody bits of scattered mirrors...

The perfect tomb..

One womb

Composed of you

Giving birth to you

Taking life from you

To give

To anyone but you...

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In your lies

I saw the truths you withhold.

In your sighs

I saw the love that you sold.

In your eyes

I saw destiny unfold,

and the rest of our past was history...

In your fears

I saw my courage born.

In your tears

I saw sanity torn.

In your mirrors

I saw the masks I've worn,

and the rest of our future was fate...

In your dark dreams I saw wonder.

In your high hopes I saw plunder.

In your war screams I heard thunder,

and the rest was a mystery...

In pain I saw your sorrow.

In gain I sought to borrow.

Insane, I thought tomorrow

might carry us both back home...

In solitude we prayed.

In sanctity we stayed.

In suffering we bathed,

sealing our history...

In you I saw me.

In me I saw you.

In us we saw truth,

and the rest was too late...

In you I'm whole.

In me you're free.

In us we lost

identity...

In one step,

In one breath,

In one death,

harmony...

One pulse.

One tone.

One sky.

One home...

You.

I.

We.

One...

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She came to me,

Exuding hope and light.

Her ethereal presence

Illuminated the night.

With desire in her eyes,

And the moon shimmering in her hair,

We embraced.

Her skin felt softer than air...

And it was then,

In the waves of sorrow that consumed me,

That I realized...

She wasn't really there.....

I was horrified to find

There was nothing beneath the rind...

I was desperately clinging to a shadow..

And I could taste the ocean...

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Bathing in meaning...

Soaking in healing...

Filling the temple

From floor to ceiling...

Fear and doubt burning,

Hearts intent yearning,

Boundaries blurring

With no discerning...

When do I stop

and where do you begin?

Never and forever...

And again...

And again...

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Nothing lasts...

The future passed.

Absence of presence was born within,

Yet wasn't ever without again...

Now and never,

Timeless forever.

Dissolution illusion.

Problematic solution.

Give the take.

Lose the win.

Together, alone,

Lost at home.

Realize illusion

Real lies in unison....

Nothing truly lasts...

Nor does it falsely.

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When mirrors come near other mirrors, their fears sometimes fall away, clearing a path for them to say what it is they cannot portray when faced with the illusions at play in the lights of day...

A way forward. A path behind. A central core. An encompassing rind. So many difficult choices.. So few open ears to hear our voices... Two eyes, two hands, two lungs, two legs.... Yet only one heart... Symbiosis is not the diagnosis... It is the cure... Pure.

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I lose sleep seeking the sleek, seductive, serenade surrounding your smile and permeating the promises of pleasure your eyes reveal...

I unravel the gift of your presence, allowing it to bloom, like a rose, into my life...

Hope, like a cool breeze, dances across my skin, illuminating an increasingly mischievous grin.

But just as curiosity killed the cat, so did the wicked devour the playful... and that smile I had come to adore grew razor sharp fangs, and devoured itself... yet always hungry for more..

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Push the pull to shove the out back in

to your compelling, repelling embrace...

Smile upside-down while frowning up

at the reflection you look down upon..

Off and on and off again...

Such is the agenda you never passed out

to your friends who fiend for the ‘are you ok?’ and the pervasive way you sooth them

so abrasively each absent day...

You look so deep into the surface

that you continue to purchase

from the same shallow searches

at the free will bin..

you pay attention with plastic coins

and mimicry so convincingly

that even the sides in you composing truth give in to the sanctity of the sanctuary

of your hypocrisy.

Don’t be so afraid to be afraid...

but fear the fear of fear

so as to allow the mirror to reflect the seer.. Below and above all else,

Don’t give hope away...

Give hope a way.

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I woke up in a dream about three screams before some creaky hinges were talking about some doorway out.. I thought it was a rumor born and bred in my head but nonetheless I was certain that the curtains were falling down, down, to reveal the clown that I was in the shadows of the 'becauses' I possessed... but it was I who was obsessed, it was my mind that was possessed... seeking and destroying ideas that cast doubt upon my throne... MY throne....

Lost in a maze I made just for myself.

Hoping the trap may have snared someone else...

Closing my mind to the things I left out.

In my design I can't find a way out....

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Waves of emotion hit me repeatedly,

eroding my stone walls of pride and dignity.

And as the tides subside and the waves recede,

I'm left with a clear view and a sobering breeze...

Your absence brings me to my knees...

It forces me to see,

just how much you mean to me...

My dignity is a weather-worn lighthouse

casting my ego upon an endless sea.

To trade you for that pile of rocks

is nothing short of stupidity.

Let hurricanes and earthquakes

crush me into sand,

and sweep me away into the endless deep.

I'll be there for you still,

awaiting your embrace...

A soft place for you to rest yourself and sleep.

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When storms calm and waves recede,

Peace of mind is all you need.

The rising sun helps set you free,

Acquiesce to tranquility....

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Love is an intangible force that is more real than flesh, more sacred than spirit, and more vast than eternity. It simultaneously pulls close, holds tight, and lets go... gives in, gives away, and gives all, without taking... Love screams and dreams... cherishes and adores.. Love was there at the very beginning, and will be there at the end.. when all the energy in the universe has been spent... love will lend its hand. Love lifts, guides, and provides unimaginable rides through impossible waves and tides.. Love reminds us that we never truly lose our parents or our children... our brothers or our sisters.. With the force of love, we transcend time, space, and death.. And we will always be one, long past our last breath.

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Omnia Vincit Amor

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Quinn Street

Domesticated primate resonating with frequencies found beyond the fringe...

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