Metaphor (as in stop hating and start healing -oh, and winter is coming)

December 10, 2014December 10, 2014 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

Darkness closes…
(cliché)
We search
to light the way.
We search
to scare away
Demons
&
Terrors
that
line the way.

With brain
and thumb
We build fire.

We scorch the earth-
rid it of Shadow.

But the Darkness remains.

and it frightens us.
and we scream.
we fight.
we scape goats
because we cannot
escape the dread,
or the Demons,
or the Hate.
and we weep
because we know
that secretly
we crave
the Shadow.

We have always known
where the Demons lay
in congress with Hate.

Brain and thumb,
that is just dumb.
Your heart is the flint,
actions – steel.
and your soul my darling,
that is your kindling.

Burn bright my star children.
Burn away the Hate with love.

A Letter To You, My First Love

September 16, 2014September 17, 2014 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

when Fear’s cold grip first clasped at my chest.
you were there.
my tears burned and my tummy churned.
and we endured it all
alone,
but
alone together.

you were there when I first fell –
the first of many falls.
you helped me back up.
you consoled me.
we moved on,
together.

when my heart could go no further
you did not say to me, “it will be OK”.
you sobbed with me.
you agonized with me.
you stared into the void with me.
and somehow we returned,
shaken, and cracked,
but
stronger.
and,
we returned together.

thank you
for the love that you bear
for me.
I know it is not a burden
because I love you too.
thank you my savior,
my warrior, my priest.
I will make you proud,
as you have made me.

I am yours,
–Reflection in the Mirror

Give

June 18, 2014 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

Give it all and
You are left.
Right where you
share
You,
is where
you lose
You.

Buddhists lie,
Your God too.
So give,
but save
some
for
you.

And laugh,
always,
laughing.

Catching Feelings

May 20, 2014May 20, 2014 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

days,
weeks,
months….
I left you there
alone.
I didn’t miss you.
I didn’t want you.
I didn’t care.

I am still hesitant.
I remember the distance I felt from you.
When I tried to call
you stayed away.
I needed you
but I could not get you
to face me.

So I turned
away.
I turned outward.
I was the chameleon.
I laughed.
I ran
I played
I drank
I fucked.
but,
there was none with
whom I could share these,
Experiences.

so here I am again
with you,
my lover.
the well is deep,
the quill sharp.

let’s play!