i felt the warmth of your breath
on my neck when your words arrived
they blew in on a summer wind
with orders to take me alive
i had no choice but to surrender
as your words shackled my heart
i am a prisoner of your love
forever tortured when we're apart
Edited from original post under my pen name Elizabeth Anne Ives.
This poem was inspired by the popular writer's idiom, "Murder your darlings" which refers to editing out words, lines, or entire scenes from your poem or manuscript.
i am her darling,
the poem that's dieda thousand deaths
sliced in a whimas i gasp my last breathmy poet is a murderess,
a ruthless seductress,
killing me, her darlingword by word
piercing melodic prose,
never to be heardshe employs modern warfare:
the dreaded reverse key
and on her worst nights,
she commands: delete all!
it's a massacre!the blood of my wordswiped away
as she lives to writeand murderanother day!
Edited from original post under my pen name Elizabeth Anne Ives.
you need not suffer in this season of despairthe answer to your suffering is to become awarethe answer is not seen, nor is it heardit is not known through pictures or wordsit is a potent force not easily understoodit does not boast thus its power is obscuredsurrendering to silence is the answer you seekquiet the mind and suspend your critique take shelter in silence to endure the storm
silence of the mind has the power to transform
