My first piece as a true writer
Hello,
I thought I'd take the first step at sharing some of my written work in the Arena, in the hopes of getting the ball rolling. I wrote this piece about 5 years ago, back when I was still in college. To date I still consider it the best example of just letting myself go. So, I hope you all enjoy it.
Mahal,
Lady9Greenleaf
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Naked
by Aimee Christel
What i would give to be the one
that you soulfully desired once again.
And what i would endure
if only to be given one more moment...
....with you
Your existence, no threat to my soul
but rather my solace...my sanctuary
and my gratitude can i assure lies there...
however hidden by the walls
of my cold, desolate shell
Inside were you
my atmosphere you did enter
even without your touch
i could still feel you
you...dismantling my armour slowly
awakening once again what was once dormant
you...swimming in my undiscovered ocean
providing warmth to my inner Siberia
...you...
though mistaken were you
for still you did not see
the wounded heart inside
A false appreciation
perhaps have you developed
for higher physicalities can i not deliver
the dome of my bodily sky can only go so far
professed it was, your love for my soul
but when i stepped into the light
of your curious sun
taken aback, you were pulled---not by Gravity
but by the force of your disappointment
Deceptive was I
for cynical was my practice
shaped and learned through pain past
my once given self
slain by the hands of those
before your arrival.
their deception
spawned my own
but it is only I
who pays the price
of forever lost.
my sorrow and regret for your pain
mirror the purity of our lost integration
my love. true for you as well.
The lyrical song of your "voice"
ringing in my ears
the markings of your touch placed upon me
still stain my body as freshly as yesterday's
spilled wine
Would it take two oceans to swallow your stonewall pride?
You ask for chase, do you not?
my limbs...my feet...praying for flight
running toward my haven...
...black...
not of void, but of strength
and soul
only to be weighed down by the anchor of my doubt
and anticipation of a faithless journey
What would it take...
but the crucifixion of my own pride and fear
for to give way to my ascension
into ecstasy...with you...
...redemption...
I am nothing but my fervent soul
all that I have
have I given to you.
my essence
virginal until surrendered
only to your grasp
naked and true...
...only for you...
...for you
...you...
Written circa 2000
(c) Copyright 2000
I thought I'd take the first step at sharing some of my written work in the Arena, in the hopes of getting the ball rolling. I wrote this piece about 5 years ago, back when I was still in college. To date I still consider it the best example of just letting myself go. So, I hope you all enjoy it.
Mahal,
Lady9Greenleaf
=========================================================================================================
Naked
by Aimee Christel
What i would give to be the one
that you soulfully desired once again.
And what i would endure
if only to be given one more moment...
....with you
Your existence, no threat to my soul
but rather my solace...my sanctuary
and my gratitude can i assure lies there...
however hidden by the walls
of my cold, desolate shell
Inside were you
my atmosphere you did enter
even without your touch
i could still feel you
you...dismantling my armour slowly
awakening once again what was once dormant
you...swimming in my undiscovered ocean
providing warmth to my inner Siberia
...you...
though mistaken were you
for still you did not see
the wounded heart inside
A false appreciation
perhaps have you developed
for higher physicalities can i not deliver
the dome of my bodily sky can only go so far
professed it was, your love for my soul
but when i stepped into the light
of your curious sun
taken aback, you were pulled---not by Gravity
but by the force of your disappointment
Deceptive was I
for cynical was my practice
shaped and learned through pain past
my once given self
slain by the hands of those
before your arrival.
their deception
spawned my own
but it is only I
who pays the price
of forever lost.
my sorrow and regret for your pain
mirror the purity of our lost integration
my love. true for you as well.
The lyrical song of your "voice"
ringing in my ears
the markings of your touch placed upon me
still stain my body as freshly as yesterday's
spilled wine
Would it take two oceans to swallow your stonewall pride?
You ask for chase, do you not?
my limbs...my feet...praying for flight
running toward my haven...
...black...
not of void, but of strength
and soul
only to be weighed down by the anchor of my doubt
and anticipation of a faithless journey
What would it take...
but the crucifixion of my own pride and fear
for to give way to my ascension
into ecstasy...with you...
...redemption...
I am nothing but my fervent soul
all that I have
have I given to you.
my essence
virginal until surrendered
only to your grasp
naked and true...
...only for you...
...for you
...you...
Written circa 2000
(c) Copyright 2000