Some of these poems are older, and may be found on fp or elsewhere under my penname Alexia Featherchild or Kyoushi on DA.
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Gold Moon
Gold Moon sparkling
on the nocturnal waters
love is now renewed
Love's Recovery
Tears stream down my face
sobbing fear within my heart
did you ever care I wonder
while I hoped to have worn lace
you were always on my case
you hurt me deep
you shattered my heart
spilling my blood
I knew I'd made a fatel blunder
your razor sharp touge
shattering all of my dreams
killing off all my hopes
I saw again your face
blankly had I looked
I remembered nothing
except for bitterness
that with time had faded
someone had renewed my hope
and again I could dream
you were just a distant memory
best now forgotten
while I clung to life
he was always there by my side
I am loved
I am hopeful
now I dream more than before
I'm no longer broken
I've mended
and without you
I can live!
Reflection of Love's Soul
Racing hearts
of lovers song
shattered dreams
no hope to please
my love is lost
shattered dreams
no hope to please
empty arms
frozen heart
shattered dreams
no hope to please
waiting for warmth
melt the heart
encased in ice
shattered dreams
no hope to please
then suddenly
a single whispered word
a gentle touch
and I'm free
love renewed
shattered dreams put to rights
rays of hope shine again
while dew drops fall
as a single embrace
you've given me love again
shattered dreams put to rights
a ray of hope so bright
your love, my love
something that can never die
Island of Prank ~ With thanks to Poe
Once upon a tranquil evening, whilst I took to weaving
reminisceing over a time of believing, but such an age was leaving
As I pondered over sweet delights, out without a warning went the lights
beginning to dream of blissful paradise, recalling an aqauintences advice
awakening to a drab and gloomy night, hearing a chillingly vicous fight
my heart leaping with staggaring fear.
I could not fathom what was scratching, scratching at the doors latching
soon a plan in my mind was hatching, the thought of catching
whatever etheral being was pursueing me, doubtful though it seemed to apprehend a banshee
pulling from the dusty shelves, a musty book sacred to the elves
turing the crinkled pages beseeching a solution, on how to perform an excecutuion
a whisper of rage in the sudden silence quite queer.
Listening for the stroke of the clock, a sinking feeling filled me when there came no tick tock
on this anchient island I find myself quite stranded, speculating whether an aquantince had been candid
perhaps a sinful prank had been committed, but why had it been permitted
on and on I dwelled over this question, nearly becoming an obsession
unable to comphrehend what was scrawling, scrawling on the wall causing me great fear
feeling threatened I took from the porch a spear.
Holding the weapon steady on this less than quaint eve, I then began to without warning grieve
why and how had they conceived to deceive, such deception is difficult to believe
but then too I am to faithful in people's lies, but for now I search through these stale archives
In a stolen breath I find a tailor made velvety soft pillow, embrodered on it the image of an armadillo
this I shove on the tip-top of a vintage table, clearly it is a victorian lable
giving me a small amount of cheer.
However soon my cheer is taboo, knowing this isle to be quite askew
holding the iron spear tight I spin around, listening for any other sound
the ground being fickle caused me to slip, feeling as though I'd been punctured I did a little flip
standing up and taking a step towards the mirror, nearly did I let out a scream when I got nearer
my face had been disfigured the scar the shape of a grape, my eye having had a great escape
a thought fresh in my mind was that others might sneer.
Still I kept searching for a book of authority on the place I found myself, but could not find one on the shelf
I had lived my life virtuously in alliance with others, had I been wrong in choosing my druthers
hearing the horn of a ship I felt a bubble of excitement, perhaps I would be saved wihtout using incitement
but it soon ceased and alls that could be heard was the fiery humming of the crickets, whom jumped up on the wicket
such a missed opportuinity was crushing, next time I would try rushing
to this resolution I will surely adhere.
Wrapped up in my sorrow I hastily took a drink, becoming steeply out of sync
feeling more than rejuvinated beginning to have halucinations, for the moment they seemed my salvation
till I found myself strikeing at an imaginary lion, naming the creature Ryan
imagining I held an armful of butterflies while ants crawled across the floor, crawling out the door
my heart full of envy towards the cardinal's song, but everything still went going wrong
what I so badly prayed for did not appear.
At my neck I felt a tickle, and me without a sickle
what had swept my hair in such a lithe motion, but alls that remained was an eeiry emotion
when I came to realise it was nothing more than an ivory snowflake falling from the sky, gently floating by
as I sat down on a couch my fingers touched some coarse fur, soon I relaxed as it began to purr
I knew then where the pit-pat on the floor had come from, this little cat that had my thumb
such a cute little dear.
I began to relax as I curved my hand least the little rascal scratch, as it seemed to so easily attach
in the house there had been no technical trouble, though I dreamt of the place turning to rubble
taking out my shark shaped pen, I began to write a list of ten
about the vast and furious holy hell I'd bring, to those aquantences whose necks I now would wring
my anger mounting bit by bit, my plan was forming wit by wit
they would pay for this extravagant affair before next year.
Sunlight shimmered through the windows cracks, beginning to warm I and the cats frozen backs
I thought of those decievers receaving several whacks, they'd then be talking to no one other than a bunch of quacks
such delightful vengful visions danced through my mind, such actions would be maligned
finally had I been found, now it was time to confound
those who had used me for a malicious joke, after all they did provoke
me into using all my own capricious gear.