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And then there was silence, as love’s walls formed around us,
And we were barricaded henceforth from all of life’s worries.
There’s no need to hurry, my dear, dear Tahlia, for even if
All of this can stop in an instant, we have the moment beside us,
And that’s more than enough for me; yes, look into my eyes,
Then try telling me that you are not content with the present
Situation of us lying under crimson star-fire and with our hopes
Higher than the moon’s glow could ever wish to possibly go…
Hold me close, and don’t skip a beat with our hearts entwined,
For I’d like to taste this slice of paradise just a little longer…
You are surely the dew sent from Heaven’s clouds, and I now
Vow to never taint the rain for its color reminds me of your eyes:
I look deep and hard into them, and I see reason for life to exist;
I feel the warmth of the glistening Sun, and a persistence to
Never give in to the temptation of darkness and sin’s reach
(So now I beseech you to be the muse for my reality’s poetry)…
Oh, Tahlia, the symbol of everything I hold as beauteous and pure,
Won’t you let me shout your name aloud and love you forever more?
Oh, Tahlia, as we wonder and wander through all of chance’s scenes,
Won’t you let me experience true satisfaction in memories so serene?
Until the next time we meet in dreams…
Daniel Haigh
Started: 02/14/08
Finished: 02/16/08
And we were barricaded henceforth from all of life’s worries.
There’s no need to hurry, my dear, dear Tahlia, for even if
All of this can stop in an instant, we have the moment beside us,
And that’s more than enough for me; yes, look into my eyes,
Then try telling me that you are not content with the present
Situation of us lying under crimson star-fire and with our hopes
Higher than the moon’s glow could ever wish to possibly go…
Hold me close, and don’t skip a beat with our hearts entwined,
For I’d like to taste this slice of paradise just a little longer…
You are surely the dew sent from Heaven’s clouds, and I now
Vow to never taint the rain for its color reminds me of your eyes:
I look deep and hard into them, and I see reason for life to exist;
I feel the warmth of the glistening Sun, and a persistence to
Never give in to the temptation of darkness and sin’s reach
(So now I beseech you to be the muse for my reality’s poetry)…
Oh, Tahlia, the symbol of everything I hold as beauteous and pure,
Won’t you let me shout your name aloud and love you forever more?
Oh, Tahlia, as we wonder and wander through all of chance’s scenes,
Won’t you let me experience true satisfaction in memories so serene?
Until the next time we meet in dreams…
Daniel Haigh
Started: 02/14/08
Finished: 02/16/08
Literature
Labyrinth of the Physical Form
You dare to wander throughout the catacombs
And search every scum-filled corner
In search of something you may never find.
Be careful,
For the blood dripping down the walls will stain your white shirt
And the grim underneath will wear your feet down.
You'll become entangled in the tendrils of my faults,
And the sins will ensnare you in a death grip.
The air is suffocating
And the walls drip with poison of the mind.
The inner passage
To my heart, somehow still beating,
Is not worthwhile,
Yet you insist on finding the me
That's still lost in a dream.
You shine so bright
In my darkness,
I don't want to put you out.
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Ceteris Paribus
In an eon
You and I will greet the choate moon
Surrounded by her fairy dogs
warrior wolves and magnetic fox tails
who howl some foretelling tune
decoded only by the whistling winds
within my once listless room
I nip your Adam's apple by my Cupid's bow
we are a perfect art, a Sistine Michelangelo
We are stomata of the umpteen,
swimming in each other's dulcet drippings
of halved and pitted French tongues and ears
Let the years pass in this gentle deaf-muteness
where Ceteris Paribus
In this, Hallowed and His Seraphims know
how in the glow of one night tide
the firmament of all
folded into my limitless room
You and I part in sweet sorrow
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felicity
who thought that one could love
so fiery… awfully intense
like splinters of wood crackling in the
stillness of the night
among ashen skies and flaming embers
quenched only by the heaviest storms
with fingertips entwined within red threads
and ribcages coalesced within
overgrown dandelion fields;
I beg of you, darling
enshrine my heart between your hands
and nestle its beating
in mid-April showers with clouds
veiling the sky and
the taste of evanesced silver between
my teeth
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..........wow. My name's tahlia, so i can relate to this. well, not the romance part.....