A ligkaribe Love Poem; SHE'S GONE

She’s gone
The passion of my heart, mine dearest
The lover of my soul, is gone
Symphony of my mind, being, and consciousness – dissolved into emptiness

Quietness in dead of night, stillness in darkness, embrace of cold shadows
Engulfed in anguish, ache and yearning without boundaries, devoid of reason

Where before there was laughter and constant chatter, now there is only nothingness
Warm sensations where before there was another besides me,
Faint indentations only delusions of a fixated mind
Forever smiling eyes, the embodiment of mischief
The personification of sweetness was once beside me here,

Agony and bitterness piercing my soul, wounding me to my being
Breathing silently into each others quintessence

Shared whispers and talk of forever more
Forever more, now no more exists, it is as naught
The tenderness that was not
Barren rooms in stark dark contrast glaring coldly back at me,
Symbolising the barrenness of my spirit, Crushed and wringed of every day vitality



Were can I find this thing, this thing I have misplaced? Is it hidden from me?
Did I hide it somewhere? Hide it so well that now I do not know where to look for it
Oh I am unable to find it, afraid to seek, sitting here forging new alliances with silence, fear is my new attendant, and doubt my only logic,
For I fear I may have never had what I thought I had for so long

Why did I not speak of it, this love that I feel, unprofessed feelings
Implied understandings, assumed promises
Why did I not utter those daunting words, they are only words after all,
- are they not,
Suffocated under the weight of my own pride,
Comatosed by my own cowardice hmm

Timing is everything as they say, why did I not profess my love, when time was still on our side
For in the time before time, I could have spoken of my secret passions
And now time is no more, as my lover is no more.

Has it been in vain, my self-scourging for I have dared to not look at another?
For only my beloved was given free reign in my dream realm, hah hah
Crowned the princess of my chimeras No man could compare to her sweetness,
Non-could come near her gentleness, her beauty could never be replicated
To her alone have I given myself

Happiness was my love; happiness was her laughter, her smiles, and tender words huh
Her caresses and secret looks were my joy,
Now happiness is no more, my lover is never more
My mind seeks to justify, making excuses and rationalizations to that which is senseless
My body is quietened, chocked into submission, but my heart will not be silent “ouw”

Surrender to doom, surrender to oblivion I obliterate my existence
Destroying all hope of deliverance
One hopes, one prays, one wonders
Will I find hope and meaning from these encounters?

For she is gone, she is no more to me, my best friend? my lover? my best friend?
She is gone

I cannot describe my despondency, nor align my misjudgments,
A picture of confusion, a canvass of sadness
Dark coulers, cavernous on the plain of heartache,
Deep yawning lines of pain, and livid scars in ugliness

Take a picture of me, a portrait worth a thousand words
For it is the image of anguish, it is an image of dread
Dreadful sorrows burrow their way into my heart
Hope is lost; hope is; no longer bred

Alive no more I seek the forbidden fruit that is the tree of life
Seeking only my restoration, claiming my own salvation
Whereas there was but a shadow of hope; for true life, to - gain immortality
Whys but; did I, not deserve happiness, as others do?

For what is it to want only happiness, to want only to be content?
Is it not the right of every sentient being, encoded in our animate DNA?
Is it a sin to want joy and to seek pleasure?
But thereupon, the richness of life is found in the passions that are denied to us
Condemned by existence to never experience, the climax of consciousness itself
The orgasm of breathing


The heart is but only flesh & blood, subject to hopes and delusions,
Endless daydreams, distractions to reality
Actuality and authenticity have no place in our perfect mini worlds,
Where we are whoever we want to be, the superman and tomb raiders
Of our very own universes

We have lost ourselves in the hopes and yearnings for true love, for long lost ones
And unattainable sweethearts
Unable to see what is right in front of us, we neglect to love those who are before us.
Seek to grasp the essence of true love, to gain an understanding of selfless devotion
For until you realize the truth that is love you can never hope to be free.