Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Because of you, I will Never have a summer

In the face of all that we have been
I am left as lonely as the passing of time
I will never have a life without a winter
I will never warm myself within the echoes of your heartbeat

Remember when I held up your head
Further disowning my life and my agenda
I made promises and never thought that I would be devoured
In the face of all that we have been

If I bleed, will you fade away?
If I scream, will you silence me?
If I decide that I will lie down with another
Will you hate me?
Will you trade me for the weather?

In the face of all that we have been
I am left as lonely as the passing of time
I will never have a life without a winter
I will never warm myself within the echoes of your heartbeat

~ A. Sinclaire.
 2:37 p.m. 05/07/2014, Wednesday

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

An Excerpt from "Breaking Autumn"

On this cold and vibrant day, what could be said of love? This farce of emotions. This liquid imbalance.
Have I not told you my story? Have I not bled out in vain? My essence strewn about this table?
Does it not ebb the very heart of love? As it drips down the walls like an embryo, begging for
distinction from the rest of the masses?

Yes, I say. Yes. And precisely what could be said? What indeed?

I came to her, asunder. In time, reduced to ashes. For what is a submissive if not a shadow of her Mistress?
Through the end I held my silence. Through it all I kept my tongue.

What violence betroth me! This daughter of the Sun.

~ A. Sinclaire.
9:53 p.m. 04/25/2014

This Body and Breath

This blood is my own
My body and breath

This Light that I gave you
Returned as I wept

Like feathers, you loved me
And as feathers, you left

This body is my own
This blood in my breath

~ A. Sinclaire
8:45 p.m. 04/07/2014, Monday

Tears of an Empire

From dusk we evolve to dawn. From infants to elder. What we experience gains us the Light of our souls.
What we regret; our darkness. Expose a heart to age, to temper its handler. With what madness is the
mind, has all but generations. I bid adieu this kingdom. I bid anon, this world. Goodnight for now and
evermore. My spirit; haunt this shore.

~ A. Sinclaire
8:55 p.m. 04/22/2014

Stripped as a Child

Please ingest me
I have waited so long to be taken
And I wilt forever
I will not bare anything more

Behind my solace
This madness becomes whom I have been
This is my heaven as foretold

Don't save me form this
I am a whore and none other
You will never hold me to your life

Please your madness
Lose control
Let them take me
Leave me cold

I cannot blame you, for this crime
This is inside me
Mine, all mine

Please ingest me, one last time
I am fading
Mine, all mine

~ A. Sinclaire
8:59 a.m. 03/12/2014, Wednesday

Sad Alice

A gentle breeze to heal this heart
And salt to heal these wounds
What writhes within, from a love forlorn
A daughter of the Sun

As shadows call, betrayed by lust
Forgiveness far from true

With autumn leaves decayed by frost
Now swallowed by the spring

These seasons spawn the colors of
What wills her heart from trust

The shore for her, a vivid dream
Of all that's never been

Forlorn by lust and lack of love
She'll never know true touch

Her eyes from emerald, forest-green
Her joyous laugh to dust

What doth remain now pales her face
With no one to embrace

A gentle breeze to heal her heart
And salt to heal her wounds

~ A. Sinclaire.
7:59 p.m. 04/12/2014, Saturday