Ink and silence

 A thousand lights had made me colder…

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Ink and silence

With an afterglow of a firefly, with a cry of a wolf,
with feet on fiery rose petals,
with clandestine whispers, bitterly cutting the time,
I leave the fibers of fragmented words
to the anger of wounded snowflakes,
revengeful, mourning my drained voice.

I abandon the verses to the shadows,
into the hidden chambers of poetry,
I behold the lulls in the blue-eyed abyss,
forgotten fairytales and hundred absurd days,
I drown in syllables, damp with passion,
to live again the faraway love of a mermaid.

Like ravens hunting the death
in my sinking I ravage the ashes of letters,
the reflections of virgin mirrors twist my power
and I give in to the hands of creativity,
dark magic and lips of paper incubus,
only to design a new sound for every lonely heart.

And here I am, on the wings of raw scars,
one with the resistance of a blight fragrance,
feeding on the ignition of answers,
silent in the dreams with ink and angels.

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La pluma by Diego on Flickr

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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Special day

Special Day

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Words, sigh of understanding, a little late
and lost in the traffic of feverish sensation,
knocked on the door of my heart. Confused and
unsure, because of the unexpected visit
in the so unusual hour, I carefully explored
the letters one by one and decided to let them in.

It’s hard, but I confess, hope for the day
when our story will begin is here again.
This time the Universe is with us.
Can you hear the whisper of the spell?
Can you see winter in its coat?
And summer building a bridge between me and you?

This day I will become yours and only,
without fear, engaging in lavender’s forever,
for our hearts to finally live together.
And if before we played games,
chasing unattainable wilderness,
now peace will rule within.

Like on the end of every ball with masks
when people reveal their faces,
on the end of this day, we will lay open our bodies
and let them become one with an unspoken appeal,
let them feel love, no jealousy and selfishness.

This day I will know, I shouldn’t seek an escape,
I will stand and face all sunrises and sunsets.
But until then, you keep safe the love you feel for me
and I will bond with every single fairy, from every
fairytale existing, to make that day as special as it can be …

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“Ball masks” by SevenDeadlySins Inc. on DeviantArt

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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Would you blog for peace?


PEACE

The boat named “Life” sailed in the ocean,
in the middle of somewhere very deep and dark.
The boat touched the salty water with a kiss and
waves and foam from the crash were born.

The power of the wind took the newborn to
the shore, little secret, a miracle brought along.
Purple footprints left on the beach,
a castle and a mermaid from the sand rebuilt.

The garden near suddenly spotted and
with joy, with pleasure ran to visit, to explore.
The flowers didn’t dare to hurt, to ruin,
just whispered: “How beautiful you are, my dear!”

The grass went green than ever, sleepy roses
with the colors of the rainbow blossomed.
Happy sparkles lit behind and
into the forest after that walked alone.

The trees asked for the road, their leaves with
breath of love blessed, by the river exhausted felt,
but the sound of sweet and flowing water heard,
few drops of freedom drank and flew to greet the sky.

On top the busy town saw
and sunshine sprinkled, smiling at the rain.
Pen and paper stole in an act of innocent mischief,
something wrote and the envelope quickly sealed.

The letter in the bag of the postman placed
and sent it to my door to ring the bell.
I opened carefully and the mail read,
the words in hopeful ink said : ” Let us keep the peace! “

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Santorini

“Santorini boat” by Blaga Todorova

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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