Murfy's Poems
It’s late,
Though she’s still awake
Her eyelids get heavy,
Her gaze gets hazy,
And she’s walking in a field of rye
Though just out of her view,
Is that house of yours.
Its gracious looks,
And fresh clear gloss.
The flowers all growing like new.
Across that field of rye,
You catch a look in her eye,
And she comes running to you.
You steal a kiss off her face.
And turn around to show her the place.
But it’s no longer new.
Though it’s long since lost,
Its looks and gloss.
The time has past,
And the shadows now cast,
A different look on the pew.
Though the flowers still grow like new.
She looks into your face,
To get one more taste of this place.
Beyond this field of rye.
I need you now.
I cannot stand alone.
I ask for your hand,
To find the way.
Listen to me,
Walk down this hall.
Take me there.
I need you now.
Save me.
Give me truthful advise,
Catch me when I fall.
I ask for you hand,
To find the way.
I need you now.
I cannot stand alone.
I am filed with anger, anger so powerful I could kill. I reach out to death with a blood-covered knife in my hand. He reaches out for me and grabs my soul. Pain and memories flood my body. Pain too much to conceive, and memories of my life, both happy and sad. I struggle to break free, but death has a hold of me. It’s not yet my time, but the pain takes over my mind. I look back at the death of myself I caused, and I look forward to burning in hell.
Falling am I. With the thought of sin, I love. As I hold this forbidden blade. The thought of pain is pleasure compared to the thought of you. I knew not of true love, until I met you. You showed me the way. Led me to the door. And let me fall. So falling am I. Landing on my deathbed in hell. Burning on and endless blanket of flames. Thrown from the arms of the one I loved. Can I not show my grief? I needed you. When I hang myself scarred on the brink of death. Bloody puddle of the love I left behind. Cringe as the knot tightens reveling a lacerated neck and torn flesh where it once felt so smooth under you fingers. Love is etched in my stomach, a symbol of you. I loved you, and you let me fall. So falling am I. With the thought of sin, I love.
I see the path I wander.
And know it wanders your way.
I smell your captivating scent,
And know that you are near.
I hear your commanding call,
And know which way to turn.
I touch your soft hand.
I feel the shiver,
As I kiss your lips,
To taste the sweetness,
And life comes rushing in.
You made me a golden chair and a crown to proudly wear.
You told me I could be your queen.
And to all of my dismay.
I sat in my golden throne, and watched you fly away.
My wings begin to wilt,
My throne has washed away.
My smile begins to frown,
As my whole world,
comes tumbling down
I’m so insane, I want you so bad. The truth to my explanation may be totally inappropriate, and yet I find, at the other end of the bridge, not loving hands but a cliff. As I fall, I will think I will love you. And still there is no response from the lips I once knew. When I ask for your help you simply ignore my sympathetic tone and speak of hollow words that ring without meaning in my empty soul that you have long abandoned. I cannot help but hide the grin on my face when I see how you speak to others and wish they were me. But as your link grows stronger I can’t help but back out. My soul calls me ignorant but my mind is telling me what to do. So I’m sorry if I cant love you when you want. Even though if you wanted I could have nothing but the highest doubts. And I can only think that I am dreaming the best dream in the world. And I sing of sweet lullabies to pass the time I would have spent with you. I may never want to love. When I see you holding onto another I want you to know I will cry myself to sleep and dream of the day when you were mine. Only you can make it right. But for now, I am here and you are off flying on newly won wings of gold. So fly away, don’t let me hold you down, even though you are already gone.
Love- an understanding, a resentment, a tour. A journey all want to make, yet seldom return from. None of us know the cure. For the unending, yearning, for someone to hold. An endless passion and desire to be able to look into the eyes of fire, that seduce you into a bed of flowers. Unyielding to your heart, the love rolls on. Tangling your soul, touching you everywhere, taking your innocence. Never letting go. There is not cure.
My life is but the amber moon
Hanging on endless fields of velvet.
My love for you is but a rose,
In a giant field of poppies.
Your eyes are but the clear blue sky,
In one world, but not the rest.
Your body is but a temple,
Which I worship everyday.
You are but my Angel,
In this endless sea of grey.
After that night the cuts and bruises all over my body from the brutal beating I took finally healed. Now all that remains is scars, scars from the knife, and scars from the razor blade. But the most painful scars are the ones that cover my emotions and thoughts. They will never heal. The scars on my body have begun to heal, ever so slowly they are fading. But the scars on my mind are like open wounds. They are deep and will take much time to heal, if ever. Sometimes the wounds are ripped open again. The scars on my body are fading, they are now white specs on my skin, but they have taken their toll. I know what they symbolize. Yet the scars on my mind are now controlling me, they haunt my every move, making my life miserable. But they too, in time, will heal. I regret the pain I inflicted upon myself, and I know now the scars I have caused are now deep and meaningless.
You will love only once.
You will make the mistake.
You will fall to the floor.
Your heart will be broken,
Like so many more.
Now pay your toll.
Send back the hate,
That you started to take,
From so many more.
Not many a heart,
Can stand the with-take
The power of beauty,
So many can make.
Love across a bond.
A bond of love.
Yet you should not break
The bond of love,
Bound for you.
You will love only once,
But you will make the mistake.
You will fall to the floor.
Your heart will be broken,
Like so many more.
I see you falling, through the night.
I sit here wondering,
If I should do what’s right.
You are only dreaming,
Because I can see the light.
I cannot stop the time from passing,
Try as hard as I might.
I get up from my silver chair,
Flying towards you, in the air.
And yet, I see you falling, through the night.
I cannot help but wonder what is really right.
In the end you’re the one dreaming,
Because I can see the light.
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