Mona Adviento Poems
|2.||The Last Rites||11/2/2007|
|5.||The Problem With Proximity||11/2/2007|
|7.||Enough For A Lifetime||11/2/2007|
|8.||Waiting For A Star To Fall||11/2/2007|
|19.||Tribute To A Past||11/2/2007|
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The Last Rites
I have brought this upon myself.
This infernal anguish that crushes my soul into the depths of despair
My sanity is banished into the winds and the tides of fate have swept me aside like a leaf.
Once again I find myself in this pit into which I knowingly cast myself
Yet the rope is now a thread that proves useless and weak.
I have jumped into my death and am cursed to lie in the fires of my own schemes.
assuming mortal am I, who have done her own designs on the future.
So fate has slashed it into bloody shreds and has left turmoil in its wake.
Under the calmness of this...
Blank screen. A blip against the white washed background tinged with gray and blue
I see the letters but they are meaningless and my eyes lose focus while my thoughts roam
To a place of sunlight, where the darkness is an age away,
Where the sand between my fingers brings ecstasy as i am intoxicated by ing on my face, the violet-beating on my face, my skin crawls with rivulets of salty drops that trace the fire on my pulsating whole.
My eyes are wide shut as I slumber and run amok at the s