Tag: romance

During this Call to Arms

by sidcorvid

During this call to arms,
This duty in an age of arms,
I cherish this moment
Of being held, deeply, in your arms.

Your quivering body holding me,
Words escaping me,
We know what tomorrow may bring,
That a bullet may just find me.

Know that if one does,
My dying memory will be in your arms,
Knowing we are one of soul.

Smile that you’ll have loved a hero.
Know that your love, here,
Smiling, gave me final comfort.

In this call to arms,
I see that you love me.
Knowing my sacrifice is not in vain.
Smiling to still your pounding heart.

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A Porcelain Doll

by sidcorvid

A porcelain doll,
So soft in complexion.
In her confidence
I place my greatest failings.

She doesn’t know
That she is my refuge.

I prefer to listen, though,
To the silence of her
Trials and tribulations.
A peace is found here.

How could a mere man
Craft such a divinity?

Why would I place such faith
In a relic of what should have been?
How can her dark eyes
Force such a devotion?

I ask without rhetoric.
I have found an answer.

Such art must be cherished.

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Is it already past midnight?

by sidcorvid

It’s already past midnight?

I guess I’ll sleep when I sleep,
Rest’s not that important.

Instead, I’ll keep cadence
Reminiscing on cadence,
Waiting for Taps.

I crumple the sheets, a failure contemplating:
What is it that makes a man?
What struggle overcome?
What prize attained?

I don’t know, dude.
I can’t honestly say I have a clue.
What am I even striving for?

Anyway, it’s over now,
And I’ve gotta move on.

Can’t say it’ll be easy, though.

What is the sound of shit hitting the fan?

by sidcorvid

With blood blued on my sweater

And infection taking root in my burn,

I deny my own desire.

Self-worth is overstated, overrated.

Rhyme is a poor man’s crime,

And I want you.

Arrogant in thought.

I didn’t expect this to be easy,

And you are worth working for,

Worth creating my own world and path.

Still, they ask what my story will be.

They wonder what I’ll achieve

Through an illuminated life.

A better question is,

What is the sound of shit hitting the fan?

I deserve nothing,

Have earned little,

And the future remains hidden.

I must beg pardon

by sidcorvid

I catch your glances,

Your eyes meeting mine

And shooting away again.

I see you.

Of course,

I see them during stares of my own.

Who could take their eyes off you?

Not me, not now.

But you must forgive me,

This is a dream of a path never taken.

I must beg pardon,

This is a memory I don’t know.

But I do know now,

And that my happiness in you

Is (wistfully) reciprocated.

Overpowered

by sidcorvid

Overpowered by the Lips,

I lie here breathing,

staring at the ceiling,

Wishing the fan was pointed in my direction.

Overpowered by her lips,

I lie here thinking, romanticizing

Wishing she was struggling with me for the sheets.

How could she love me, though?

I’m broke on a broken computer,

And my room is a mess.

I dribbled piss on my boxers.

Embracing the safety of a bedspread tent

I sink further into the bed,

Knowing if I want change, I must effect change.

But it can wait, just a bit longer.

Let’s just lie here, only for a bit longer.

I want you in the fall

by sidcorvid

I want you in the fall,

When the sun grows cold

And the leaves turn brown.

 

When the Pennsylvania wind bites,

And those with money go to warmer climes,

That’s when I’d die to hold you.

 

Imagining you in a sweatshirt,

Hand in hand with me,

Walking down a country town Main Street.

 

We’ll forget the harshness of the season change,

The fear of winter to come,

In one another’s embrace

As promised

by sidcorvid

As promised

Smoke drifts in ribbons
from between my fingertips.
I stare in silence at the orchestra
For my eyes.
For me.
I dwell on thoughts of romance,
You dwell on the payment for my love.
My heart lurches across my chest
As I watch the acrobatic theatrics.
I long to know the spider-monkey.
She has a life,
A history,
A story.
These fools see her as meat.
I see her as more.