#imperialfebruary

[elycwinters]

You Haunt Him

You haunt him.  He still looks for your face in the crowd, desperately hoping to encounter your visage among the others.

You haunt him. He still cannot smell your perfume without the desire to weep, because it reminds him of the times he could take a whiff off your neck. 

You haunt him. He swears he can hear you calling from a far away place no one knows, and his heart aches  for yours.

You haunt him.

- Ely C. Winters.

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[imperial-poetry-prompts]

February prompts

#imperialfebruary

acid

rain

prism

purge

projectile

cranium

visage

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[lexiklecksi]

Frozen breath & rebirth

Blinding lights, flock of sheep

The moths to lamp, dizzy weeps

Led astray, together again

Intertwine, holy reds

Blinded by the witch light in their eyes

He weeps at night

Like a moth flies

Falling, nothing’s alright

Scorch the skin with your kiss

Lips of frost, void's abyss

Pull me into darkest depth

With a scalding, glazing breath

Lingering longer, oh so much to miss

Promises whispered with a cold breath

Laying down the flower wreath

To meet the God of Death

Frozen hearts shatter

Upon their mass

Shards shameless scatter

Like dew on grass

Buried deep beneath

A love long lost and his grief

They say the grass is greener on the other side

Will they reunite?

He takes his hand

And wrong is right

Tender, yet shy

Life longs to die

Written in collaboration with my dear friend and fellow poet Angelina @silversynthesis (her verses are bold)

Used @imperial-poetry-prompts: sanctity, freezer burn, the weight of winter, a smooth death

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[praggya1993]

She burns sizzles and melts

When no one's around

As darkness gathers

Her cries tightly wrapped

Within the vessel that shows

No discomfort,

Her eyes seek a faint glimmer

Something that can caress

Her like a backrest

Cushioned with some support,

Fearful of her shadow

She tries to run

Yet the four walls make her

Go round in circles

Till she turns

Into a mound of sheer exhaustion.

Can you recognise her sanctity

And still deem her invaluable.

#poem #imperialfebruary

[josy57]

Unforeseen

Does it matter whether or not I can picture it? I don't think I can believe in visualization In thought leading destiny For I could never have foreseen the life I have now I didn't dream of it, didn't wish for it, didn't focus and imagine any of it If matter simply bent to the will of the mind Then I know where I'd be Because there was a time When I could summon no thought more pleasant than respite Darkness still, as it was all that occupied my mind But a softer shade of it Any kindness I was ever shown came as a surprise I did not attract or manifest it For all I expected was more of what came prior Cruel strings of days without mercy Tight, tight, and longer than a solo trip to the moon

So no, I don't think it matters that I cannot fathom true happiness Wrap my head around this burning sun What does matter now is what mattered then That faithless as I was, I still walked on water Across great seas of void Not imagining anything on the other side Not thinking I would even make it there But still journeying on And so today, half-blind, eyes screwed on the wrong side of my head I march with outstretched arms Fearing the horizon is only a painted wall A trompe-l'oeil that will crack my skull open Still I go forth; backstrokes into the deep end Towards a future I cannot conceive of But that I do belong in.

Inspired by the #imperialfebruary prompt @imperial-poetry-prompts assigned to me: ‘Fathom’

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[elycwinters]

He walks into the fire in a vain hope to purge himself of the sins of his past. His skin chars and aches unlike anything he’s felt before. His skin chars and blows away in the black smoke, but deep within his soul the past and his sins cling and stubbornly refuse to go.

- Ely C. Winters. / Sins

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[elycwinters]

Sometimes I wish I could open my cranium and pull you out of my head. maybe that way, I’ll have some peace of mind.

- Ely C. Winters. | Peace of Mind

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[elycwinters]

Is your rage like acid that corrodes and destroys  the nicer parts of you?

How heartbreaking it is to see a soul so lost in fury that it cannot see the beauty of life.

- Ely C. Winters. / Rage

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[elycwinters]

Rain

She walks outside as the rain pours down, she smiles as the cold water drenches her from head to toe, winter storms are always the best enjoyed on a Saturday, when she can either go out and dance beneath the rain singing those childhood songs shat made her so happy as she played. Or, the right day to forget  about the world, bundled up  in bed with a good book and a cup of hot chocolate. Today, she picks the former.

- Ely C. Winters.

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[elycwinters]

How easy it is

How easy it is, to sit in silence with you.

How comfortable your presence is at my side on my living room, nothing between us save the empty glasses of our shared drinks.

How easy it is, to sit in silence with you.

It amazes me, the speed with which you have made yourself a permanent feature in my life, one that is loving and tender.

How easy it is, to sit in silence with you.

- Ely C. Winters.

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[imperial-poetry-prompts]

#imperialfebruary

February prompts #imperialfebruary @imperial-poetry-prompts

Freezer burn

Black ice

The weight of Winter

A smooth death

Shared drinks/suffering

An ax for murder

Sanctity

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[elycwinters]

A Love That Froze

How easy it was for you, to put our love in the freezer and forget it.

Now you are trying in vain to bring it back, but there are parts that are pitch black and frozen beyond repair. This is note something that a toss in the microwave will save.

Now it’s my turn to be selfish, and toss this dying love away and forget you.

I do not want anything that has a freezer burn, there is no point if the damage is done, I’m giving up and tossing my hands up, it’s time to leave, so pack your stuff.

- Ely C. Winters. 

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[elycwinters]

Weight Of Winter

The weight of Winter has settled in her bones.

Take a good look at her and you will see it, it’s on the way her shoulders drop low and the way her hands are always cold.

The way her eyes have this far way look in them, and the way she moves is so very slow.

The weight of Winter has settled in her bones, it has gripped her and now, it won’t let go.

- Ely C. Winters.

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[praggya1993]

Those eyes gleam

Like black ice

Haunting the mind

With their rigid sharp sight,

That pierces like a winter wind

Slashes those without

Adequate warmth.

The foresight of a skilled pirate

A presence that feels like

A mystery always,

Yet something stings

And keeps me riveted

To all that I cannot comprehend,

And I keep wading through

The conception of you

Like an everlasting puzzle.

#poem #imperialfebruary

[elycwinters]

Let the Princess have a smooth death.

Give her the right poison and let her sleep, something to send her into a slumber deep from the kind she won’t wake ever again, and from one she won’t know any pain.

So, let the Princess have a smooth death.

- Ely C. Winters. | A Smooth Death.

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[imperial-poetry-prompts]

a smooth death spent dancing under starlight with larks and limitless lingerings of better lives left.

“a smooth death”

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