washed canvas
no longer can I see clearly your face
each year a new wash layered upon the canvas in my mind that was once you
but never have I lost the deep brown of your eyes; the lushness of your lashes
and never have I lost the taste of your lips; the softness of your caress
while friend or foe, time separates us more each passing moment
but never can you be stolen from my memories or my heart
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pain
infecting
raging
overwhelming
taking control
body
mind
soul
no deliverance
cause
all that is naught
roads to nowhere
shattered mirrors
broken life
until
no more
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shades pulled - sheltering out the night
wine poured - filling the nothingness
silence echoing off the solitude
an upward glance - a hallowed square
a string beckons
the slightest pull - a rickety stair
step by step - into the void
darkness parts
grainy films unfurl cascading memories
hands out of time - grasping for light
the air thickens - anguish abounds
screaming for release
from out of the attic - crashing to the floor
time clears and moments pass - an upward glance
naught but the ceiling remains
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wrenched from the swaddling of slumber
by a heart’s telltale screams
abashedly clutching the instant
a whisper of an image clasped unto a chest
blazons itself upon a soul
giving rise to a notion still devoid of form
anon, swept forth by the mistrals
an inconsequential dream
now reverberates through time
from naught to all….wave to circle
a point of divergence
and ne’r will existence e’re be the same
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what does one do when standing before all that once was
gazing far, far back into the reflection
watching the mirror slowly unshatter
fragile piece by fragile piece
drifting slowly across the sharp, shards of time
until standing before she who once was
fresh, filled with eventuality
with all that is, laid out before her
dreams yet to be dreamed
hopes yet unrealized
now you seek all that is past
desperate for a way to reach her
hold her
guide her
protect her
stop the horrid trajectory
she has yet to embark upon
but that can never be....
there is no time travel to the past
no portals to a parallel universe
no wormholes to slide thru
just a painful reflection
of what could have been
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through broken windows inside my soul
twinkling lanterns beckon
searching for myself
thru endless isolation
lost amidst forever
caught within a perfect circle
chained evermore inside of thee
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ode to my lost cats
day’s end nears
a faint aroma of cedar fills the air
the worn chest slowly opens
an array of wee boxes lie nestled together
each adorned by naught but a name
a resplendent semblance of long gone souls
lost to memory of times past
but as the sun kisses the day adieu
and inky blackness blankets the sky
a storm of tiny stars sprinkle the heavens
“twixt night and morn”
from dust to effervescent angels
they live anew
life to death
ashes to stars
filling the emptiness of loss
until once more dawn awakens
and they return to sleep
in the safe embrace of the worn chest
text and photo:cymitry
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like deeply parched earth
the lines betray the bitter truth
each rising sun
a testament of time’s passage
once an emerging star
now a waning moon
yesterday’s radiance
long forgotten
sinking slowly into the murky blackness
a specter amongst the living
but in my mind i will always be
just a girl
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why must you wrest fantasy from the souls of the innocent
while you drown in the sorrows of your reality
do you fear those who see what can’t be seen
who walk in realms where the known and the unknown collide
you know not what you know not
merely stepping through the ghost of all that is
cursed with vision void of sight
be gone
leave, leave us to wander freely of this earth
basking in our own fool’s paradise
*photo by me
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eyes close
before sleep’s grasp
in that time before dreams and waking
all that is real and unreal becomes one
and it is there, in that esoteric realm, you await
all tangible existence becomes an ephemeral reality
once more shrouded in our sanctified reliquary of love
time ceases
but naught is eternal
there will be no dreaming of calm
night’s terrors invade
ripped from the peace of your refuge
plunged into the ravages of some past hell
rescued solely by the sun’s welcoming embrace
eyes open
compelled by the light to confront life’s solitary purgatory
irrationally clinging to my own masquerade
living only for the fleeting moment
when eyes once more close
art and text by cymitri
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out of the night
a haunting requiem
a gift of existential harmonies
offered by an immortal choir
a siren’s song
amassing souls adrift
apparitions of their erstwhile selves
ethereal entities
enshrouded by the light
but forever beautiful in the dark
Photo credit: John Watson
Model: me
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before the precipice of the world
where time is naught
and darkness uncloaks the day
standing afore a mirror
haplessly shattered
yet eerily beautiful
reflected a thousand times
a diaphanous spirit
a flightless sparrow
a forsaken soul
filled with severed dreams
blighted by longing
a tiny heart
infinitely pierced
waits
forevermore
photo by me
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ages past a darkness encroached upon the dawn
foreboding penetrated the air
an unknown adversary clutched my soul
a cursed promulgation ceased all that was
ushering in an eternal night
days to months to years
forging through an inky blackness
until haltingly, dark to grey to light
a new dawn arose
bearing an unknown reflection
poised afore a diamond cloaked sea
forever buried in the moment
photo by me
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ode to such a small flower
oh tiny gift of autumn
one single ephemeral blossom
antecedent of winter’s embrace
to wayfarers who sojourn before you
thou grants an unbounded paragon
forever imprinted upon our souls
photo by me
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ode to the apple
oh ye primeval, privileged pomme
ceaselessly circumspect on she who might come
to finally free you from whence you were hung
but woe what polemic, price will be paid
by she who renders such righteous aid?
to be burdened and befouled for the trust betrayed
destined to be damned for this deplorable deed
she savored the sweetness to your sanctimonious seed
and gallantly gave birth to all knowledge now forever freed
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anticipation’s promises
the the hours draw to an end
anticipation’s promises begin slowly creeping in
illusions to what the night will bring, permeate the air
as the sun sets and obligations cease
i feel the wind’s familiar whisper
foretelling of your arrival
one world slowly recedes as another is reborn
embracing naught but you and i, alone
once more lost in your eyes
warmed by your passion
weakened by your scent
my heart
my soul
no longer my own
now unabashedly yours
we swirl into a universe of our own creation
protected from whatever may wish to intercede
joined as one
we give in to the shadows
but as dawn begins to peer through my windows
i watch you fade once more
into the shadows from whence you came
a mere apparition
of what will never be
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ice tear
out of the blackness of despair
a solitary tear of ice falls
immortalized anguish
frozen in time
eternal prism
reflecting naught but sorrow
from whence do you arise?
from what depths have you emanated?
what wretchedness has given birth to your existence?
beauteous countenance of forlornness
what shall i to make of you
as you slowly cascade down the stillness of my face?
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