Story Book Poetry By Sky Nguyen
False-heartedness seized the ageless memories
falling from all fire and brimstone.
Despair devours the essence of my love
capturing the moments when I am utterly alone.
My flaming fury of failure roasted my heart,
for a feast fulfilled in the devil’s mouth.
Fallen angles found humor in engulfing me
with a demonic depression of living my life as a soulless louse.
The setting of the sun revealed blackness,
that closes my eyes for an eternal night sleeping.
Nightmares awoke my orbs of vision,
for relentless grief of weeping.
My heart aspires to be loved while on this rocky path,
but freedom died in a noise joined by solitude’s laugh.
My pleads begged for death to release me
from the chambers of my cell, as every prayer for hope
was imprisoned in the haunting regrets that I failed.
I waste in the dust that sheds every
dawn, day, till dusk, consuming away my very existence.
All that ended when loved, wrapped around a feel
of rhapsody blazing within your presence.
Glittering diamonds overlay the dreamy colors
casting from your eyes, compelling me to stare forever in this way.
My heart is fulfilled in a fantasy, where love loses our masks
at a time, when dawn brings forth a glorious new day.
My loves drowns in your desire as moments
are only pleasing when held within your arms.
Passion drips off your words in a taste seething me in a fever,
as you foment me with your endless display of charms.
My heart pounds like thunder when your beauty
compels even the blindest eyes.
A wave of feeling surges over me like persisting tides.
There are no words when action speaks for my love;
for anything else is worthless to explore.
I will slay your sorrow to make it suffer the moments
that run happiness forever and more.
I can’t describe the expression felt
in the stillness when you are near.
I will always love you, because my obsession
for you will never disappear!
Will the questions end in answer made clear in the next tomorrow?
For the days to come, will our love be the feeling to follow?
The hereafter lives to chase the present out of mind.
If occurrences cover the periods of our lives,
then would it depart the love,
that we worked so hard to find?
Will every sound be your words traveling into my ears?
Would we be not forsaken if all the moments
were flamed by ecstasy when love is truly here?
Will destiny always picture us as two,
because I vow on my own blood that there will only be you!!!
(Love flows as a breeze drifting in the hearts to only Please…….)