Archive for the ‘Melancholia in the realm of odium’ Tag

un-doing-time ~   Leave a comment

In a dream I walk, A sweet smile not forgot. Sure that she once wore it. A love so lost, Paid the highest of costs. How I wish to rearrange it. Every word we speak, To make the others heart bleak- will bind us now and forever. The arrow is loosed, The shooters neck, in […]

Posted March 4, 2012 by Aarron in Poetry Of My Making

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desolate ~   Leave a comment

desolate ~ See the visions of my future, prying eyes open wide. Know the end is something dreadful. something made to make you cry. You’re dejected, you’re defenseless. Full of fear, so inconsolable; when it comes to me. Fight the serpents of my spirit, try in vain to heal my soul. Suck the venom from my […]

Posted March 4, 2012 by Aarron in Poetry Of My Making

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whore ~   Leave a comment

whore ~ Why, My world torn apart Cyprian, trollop, laughing, mocking me I see red bloody sky in my eyes, wondering why I must be tortured. Her grin, makes me hate everything the slime she has become my beloved now profane oh, demimondaine.     © Copyright 2004 – 2012 Aarron Laidig Melancholia in the realm […]

Posted March 4, 2012 by Aarron in Poetry Of My Making

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Away I Sail ~   Leave a comment

Away I Sail ~ Lost again, broken and full of self-pity. Falling again, dizzy and confused. So incomplete, interrupted and crushed once more. Away I sail, chartless waters seeking truths unfamiliar. trespasser to purity, dashed against the rocks. Damaged again, bruised and full of doubts. Bewildered again, utterly confounded. betrayed once more, It’s so unfair.   […]

Posted March 4, 2012 by Aarron in Poetry Of My Making

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So sad ~   Leave a comment

So sad ~ So sad, your pretty face; tears behind the smile. So tired, the days drag on; scarcely seems worthwhile. So long, It’s been like this; can’t go another mile.       © Copyright 2008 – 2012 Aarron Laidig Melancholia in the realm of odium

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Elderberry wine ~   Leave a comment

Elderberry wine ~ To drink the nectar of paradise, And find myself so transformed Beneath a starlit moonless sky; to mortal Life I said good-bye, Finding myself deformed.  A robust ambrosia I did intake; Causing rapid ascension, leaving my body below depleted: Knowing somehow I have been cheated, The cause beyond my comprehension.  The gods laugh […]

Posted March 4, 2012 by Aarron in Poetry Of My Making

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scent ~ or crush # 5 ~   Leave a comment

scent ~ or crush # 5 ~ Ah, she left a bit of clothes soft, warm, her scent, longing grows I hold them to my cheek and sigh, wondering if she knows. Her scent, gives me vision to see only her love can set me free I hold them to my cheek and die Knowing we can never […]