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broken

alone in a coupled world 

I cast thoughts back into my solitary sea

stepping out fresh and new 

desperate to be the light in someone’s eyes

I wonder why I am here this way

line after line was cast yet I passed them by

each time believing the right one was yet to be

but only now can I see that it wasn’t what was held before me 

I couldn’t take what was given

because I was broken

I couldn’t hold on to what was offered 

because I was broken

I can’t be anything other than this

because I am still broken

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

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

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

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 

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...

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...

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

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

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

image

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

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...

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

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...

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

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...

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 

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...

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

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...

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

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...

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

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

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