la poétesse

she/her

[achanzcyk]

Aphrodite,

May my eyes never tire of your sight

For if they do

I shall deem them vain

May my ears never tire of your voice

For it is my life's calling

Which I shall follow blindly

May my lips never tire of your taste

For it is my daily supper

And I may starve without it

And may my body never tire of your touch

For it is what clothes me

as without it, I shall feel bare

a.c

[achanzcyk]

Love me or love me not

With every step of certainty,

and make-believe eternity,

you pick at me

as if I were just another casualty.

As my petals fall around you

I must ask you to be true,

”Love me or love me not?”

~a.c

[achanzcyk]

The village

In the woods

Behind nature's goods

One will find a village.

With its creatures so small

Hidden behind their walls

Of mushroom halls.

Each painted so fine

Even adored by sunshine.

And when dusk arrives

The village comes to life

And with music they prance

In the summer night's glance.

~a.c

[achanzcyk]

Wonderland

Slowly I sink into my skin

Water rising to my chin

Dissolving within

I enter my wonderland

Doors to places I’ll never get to see

A gentle smile under the fig tree

Lifting a cup of tea

With each sip

I grow at ease

Smiling at the breeze

O how I long to stay

Stuck in the month of may

But as the tide falls

Reality calls

And I am back in my own four walls.

~a.c

[achanzcyk]

Ordinary fellow

Who may you be?

One step behind me

And I wonder

Who may you be?

A forgein soldier who lost his team?

A woman chasing the american dream?

Or perhaps

A secret agent solving crime?

A mother humming a nursery rhyme?

For all I know you may only be an ordinary fellow

Yet my day becomes a little more mellow

To imagine I am not the only odd fellow.

~a.c

[achanzcyk]

I’amor

How may I have fallen with such luck?

With cupid's arrow I’ve been struck.

And it seems as a deja vu

To have met you.

But even then

I fall again and again.

So I shall never forget any bump

I have blindly traced upon you

Hoping we will never say adieu.

~a.c

[achanzcyk]

The jester

Against the hollow halls,

the wish for joy calls.

When it was him,

with a face of grim.

Because as the bells chimed,

The room went blind.

Blind to the screams

that lay beneath the seames.

But when night falls upon the land

the liquor is at hand

And the jester is at rest

with his mind's protest.

-a.c

[achanzcyk]

The lovers

Once, the earth was ruled by light and darkness.

Above, mortals strolled with a high held nose

While below souls had been staring at their toes.

But among all those,

Was a king longing for light

And a girl waiting for her knight.

Those were the days where light and dark would reunite.

But while both had longed for each others sight

Nature was at fright.

But while apart

Their love was a work of art

And earth was ready for a new start.

-a.c

[achanzcyk]

Eros

It is said to be that love is among thee.

Met with the touch of the one flying free.

Had it been too long since I heard his song?

Perhaps I had gone deaf to the sound.

Mockingly he soars above me

While my hopes flee.

After aeons I have grown sore.

Shaking to the core

as I collapse onto the floor.

-a.c

[achanzcyk]

A summer's day

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day,

as I am blinded by its ray.

Wanted at night,

yet scatter at its sight.

While I seek for aid,

there is nothing to do than long for shade.

Because as I stayed,

I have paid.

But how was I to know,

how hard it is to resist your golden glow.

-a.c