Scriptum Serma

Main blog: secretumpoeta This is all of my words unless otherwise noted. My poetry, others, quotes, etc. 48, male.

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The memories are like poison, I know full well the damage done, So why do I return to them often, Why do I drink and let poison run, Drinking from a cup I'd long since hid, Every single drop knowing the pain, The night will be long and my blood will run, All because I drink from your cup again and again. ~ B.T.

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And what if hearts such as ours, this love that we crave, are simply fools that are lost in their own dreams? This passion that we long for, this desire to immerse our souls in another, simply does not exist? It is too pure, too kind, and feels the stuff of fairy tales. Stories we tell as we drift from wake to sleep to soothe our hearts and give us hope. For we long to love eternally. To love one soul and no other over lifetimes. Perhaps I am a fool. Perhaps this love does not exist. A veil we don to remedy this world to those like us. We play the part of those who love. And we play the part of those who love. ~ B.T.

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My sleeps are not the same. They’ve become a boneyard of memories and faces. Those fragments of time I cannot unsee. And you, you walk amongst it all. You speak but I cannot hear. You reach but I cannot touch. And what does the morning bring but a longing for what is no longer there. ~ B.T.

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I broke through the veil and let the sun warm my face. I gazed upward and my eyes looked upon the bluest of skies. The clouds floated gently as ships upon the calmest of seas. And in that moment I could breathe again. In that moment my journey home began. ~ B.T.

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Clothe me in a dream and set me adrift. As leaves on an autumn wind. And remember me that way as I fade into winter. ~ B.T.

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And how it stirs just beneath the surface. Can you feel it? Shh...be still and listen as it courses through your veins. The quietness of the air but yet your soul is a chorus of raw emotion. It burns relentlessly. At times you bathe in the fire. And others? It feels as if we are about to be turned to ash. As if both heart and bone have become brittle and are collapsing under the weight of this world. We sit among this madness with barely a word. Tears or rage seem to do most of the talking. And all you really wanted was to find your way home again. ~ B.T.

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Cut out my tongue and let the storms continue. Take from me the words to quell their rage and let them batter me numb. Let the rain and wind take their toll as thunder casts its judgement until there is nothing left of me. Worn upon the rocks, I listen as the sea calms and all that is left is sun and blue with waves gently resting upon my shores. In this, no matter the consequence, I shall be at peace. At home. ~ B.T.

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Wayward my thoughts, my passions, but my love screams the loudest. Deafening as it echoes in this chasm that is my soul. The louder the heart, the deeper the wounds it would seem. Frayed and starving when left to fend for itself. The memories like burning embers reminding us of what once was. Smoldering ruins that we must sift through and find the will to build again. But oh how the scars remain to burden our dreams. ~ B.T.

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And so the words fell soft as midnight. Gentle whispers that felt as gentle as a soft spring rain. And my heart opened and drank them in. How they coursed through my veins and found their way into my soul. What am I to do now? I find myself sinking in a world that I do not wish to depart. Not wanting to turn back. I think she has me. ~ B.T.

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Am I not a burden to be cast? A thought unbearable. A stone to be thrown into the sea. Such is what my darkness brings. ~ B.T.

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I speak with my silence knowing it will never be enough. ~ B.T.

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Tired of the dreams. Tired of the thoughts. I need you here beside me and safely in my arms with your head upon my heart. This or simply let me fade as mist in the morning sun. ~ B.T.

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I lay at night and often wonder if you can feel me. Can you hear your name upon my lips as it takes flight upon the night air? Do my dreams somehow reach you over this vast distance that has seen its way between us? Or am I merely playing the fool that believes in such magic? I'm not sure. But my heart speaks for itself and I will continue to play the jester if that is my role. ~ B.T.

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Does she not render my heart helpless? Almost as if it could beat without her. My blood would not flow and I would grow cold and lifeless. Am I not tethered to her is some unseen way? I cannot help but think this bond has existed since creation. She consumes everything that I am and desire to be. Without her, I am nothing. ~ B.T.

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The hour grows late and I can't think anymore. Thoughts of you trace the confines of my soul. It is only you that seem to stir my depths. But that is all that is there. Thoughts. Memories. These blank stares into the darkness waiting for you to appear. One can only hope that sleep comes quickly and this misery will end. At least for this night if no other. ~ B.T.

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To stand at your precipice and simply collapse. This world exhausts me and I long to bathe in your depths. Let me forget this place for a little while a swim in the currents of your soul. ~ B.T.

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When they are just words upon a page. Nothing but ink and emotion poured out line after line like heartbeats. But you feel them as fingertips upon your soul. They trace the memories, the scars, and all the little hidden sanctuaries you thought had locked away. Those are the ghosts coming to visit my friend. And sometimes they remind us of just how much pain we've endured over our lifetimes. ~ B.T.