writing A special poetry compilation

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

A select few of you who might be reading this will no who these poems are all related to. Some of you may know more than others about some of the things that happened to me and this other person, and how it has affected me...
 

This is a selection of poems that have a great significance to me... These were all written over a long period of time... since September, really. Though, I realize that to most of you, they will just be little more than poems. Regardless, I hope you all can at least enjoy the read.

 

 

 

 

 

Never, ever, let me go

 

 

In the few moments that we will have known eachother, I feel it neccessary to tell you.

Tell you that the world will not allow it,

and that we cannot be.

In these few moments, I feel it neccessary to hug you.

If we trust each other,

then let us hug a deep embrace until the day we turn to ash.

For all we know, we may never be together again.

And so on that day, with the few moments we share,

we shall create a new life, hidden behind every second.

And so I ask myself,

can I stand to be near you you...

if I know that I must lose you.

 

 

 

 

Love transcribed

 

 

I do not know what for.
By these reasons implemented by you,
I am only brought to more doubt.
I find myself at the mercy of your words.
Leaving empty voids that can only be filled by you.
Feelings that I never thought I’d have, now rampant.

What does this make me?
Still at the mercy of words.
Seeing the value in me, and so I question it.
Are your reasons sincere?
I have no reason to doubt, but am brought still to do so.

My feelings turn to thoughts of obsession.
My mind is unable to think.
I am at the mercy of the words you speak.
Longing and denial come forth in a splendid dance, cascading through my body and soul.

Days that I will always remember,
Hold true to these feelings.
Surely, I was sure of myself on that day.
Wherever I look, at the mercy of your words.
Feelings take their toll, on this one, who is weak.

I am lost in these words that I say,
You are in my thoughts.
Be it I eat, sleep, or pray.
I am no longer in control of myself,
I am at the mercy of your voice.

With heartfelt tears and love transcribed.
So I write this, my plead of emotion.
The only true way of expression.
Nothing more I want, than to be with you.
I find myself, on this fact,
to be your puppet, at the mercy of your charm.

Truly, I am enslaving myself,
based on feelings I never felt before.

Only because your mercy towards me is true,
that I can be sure, with all my heart.
I know you are the one, and I give my love to you.

-David Favret

The 23rd day of every month... it will always hold such a wondrous place in my heart.

 

 

 

 

 

When eyes meet and hands join

 

 

A first glance is casual at best,
often it seems, that the first glance is overlooked.
The second glance is always noticed,
often it seems that this is where stories begin.

I wonder myself on these precarious glances.
Often I wonder just why it is you bothered to give them to me.
Me? not many words I can use to properly define.
You? oh how the dictionary bleeds when I speak of you.

Obviously I find myself undeserving.
How could I not?
To be blessed by the presence of such beauty.
Beauty not merely on the outside, but locked away in the furrows of that precious mind.
A mind and soul which I have come to love.

Its not often that I, as myself, can express my feelings.
But it seems wholeheartedly that you are able to bring out the best in me.
The best in one who thought his worth had long slipped away.
Yes, this is why I felt for you.

Yes, these are our glances that we shared,
I lost count at just how many we shared.
I suppose this is when our eyes met.
On the day where the shy man makes a bold move.

One month to that day, and so much seems to happen.
Im lost in the words we shared.
Im lost in your eyes.
And then we join hands.
And i will never regret the moment.

And to this luxury you provided me, i was content with life.
Nothing it would seem could possibly remove the joys bestowed by you.
Though, it seems that I was wrong, for they were removed by you .
My heart still aches.

I make my point now, to stay by your side and continue to join hands.
Let them never part.
I will wait through the fire for you, and I will endure your suffering as well.
Together we will walk the length of life's garden.
Hand in hand, smiles pronounced deftly on our faces,
a shadow arcs our length plus two more, and they join together.
Let this symbolize our feelings.

Once we reach the end of our walk, after we have endured so much,
that will be the time where I ask, where I declare.

Oh yes, I wait for that day.
Let it come sooner.
For now my heart aches.


-David

Throughout all these trials, big and small. I will continue to show you my affection. Let it continue to grow.

 

 

 

 

The Full Moon

 

 

Let sit, let rot my intention.
My views are led askew by the very feelings that derived them.
This accursed moon is of no help, it's light is all too inspiring.
I find myself staring away at the beauty that beholds itself to be this moon.
This moon, whose light grips me tight, not letting me continue my destructive self-loathing.
This moon, this wonderfully awefull moon. Why do you shine on me?
I am not worthy of a grace of light that you reflect so elegantly unto me.
My words do little to compliment the wonders that you bring about.
My words, taken aback, as I find myself unable to speak.

I attempt, mostly in vain to stray away from the moonlight.
To continue what i must do, to continue hating myself for my gifts and flaws.
Oh but how the moon shines!
It breaks my heart, and fixes it all the same.
I cannot feel myself witholding anger at any force whilst in this light.
I am sorry, I cry for you, this beautiful moon, it blesses my heart and cures my ills.
No longer do i feel the need that i started this poem with.
True, no longer must I feel such a way knowing that the moon slowly arcs this sky.
I watch it, never faltering, never pausing in my admiration.

But, I find that this is where my life halts, for this is when the moon sets.
No longer do I see the full moon, but rather a blazing orb of fire.
I attempt to look at it as I looked at the moon.
Trying to take in its beauty, so that I can feel that joy again, Butr I cannot.
The Sun does not wish to be seen, as she refuses to allow mortal eyes to gaze upon her.
So I feel this blatent disredard for my own pitiful life.
I find myself wallowing once again in my own despair
Loving nothing, and missing the moonlight, I cry, tears of such a pain.
I find myself writing of these turmoils, of these wallows, of these feelings for the moon.
I know not what to think, so I cast it all aside, and wait, miserably, for the moon.



-David Favret

 

 

 

Repetition of love unknown

 

 

As I lie in the same position,
amongst every day and night.
Counting the limitless stars I see.
One light amongst many.
Life used to be so simple.

As I lie face first in the snow,
unable to feel anymore.
Breathing long and slow.
Lost in the vast expanse.
All I know is this redundency.

I just want to seek out so much more.
Knowing all that lies in store for me.
Feeling no warmth to keep my tethered here.
Help me, for my hands have grown cold...


Soft angels breath, along such terms of bliss.
Wings as white as the snow I am buried in.
Voices heard in sweet loves grip.
Eyes of fairer means then most.
Eyes which meet mine, bloodshot and known.
Forever th knowledge of superior Angels I grasp.
Knowing all too well of my own place.

Wisps of grace, innate love's inner strength.
Combustable feelings of emotional bliss.
Known only by the fair angels gifted touch.
Wanting to know such a feeling, here I lay.


Here I lay, every day and night.
Counting the stars, each and every one.

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

 

Third Month

 

 

Seems like you've done this before.
I am standing here, by no means am I patient.
And through my selfish desires, I have come to thinking.
No i realize by my own heart that i am betraying you.
Never before have I wanted this, never again do I want it either.
It should all be just a bitter sweet memory.

I remember now all the times, though they weren't many.
Perhaps maybe they never will be.
I just want my thoughts to return to me.
I wish I was happy, I wish you were happy.
If only i could look you in the eye.
I am trying to fulfill my promise.
And by such to never say goodbye.

My life doesnt seem to favor us much.
But really, in that sense, life isnt complicated at all.
People are the real complexities.
You, and me also, among the many.
Bitter souls waiting to be given our dues.
I suppose this isnt much of a love poem.

I recently asked myself to find the answer of what love is.
It took a long while really, but I suppose I found it.
And no, this isn't about you or me.
I have forgotten it all, it is as simple as that.
I asked for what you wanted, here we are.
I don't even think i know you, perhaps I don't.
I can almost guarantee that you do not know me.



-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Broken Hearts

 

 

Broken hearts, in every which way.

Saints of the day come too late.

Hearts that ache, and tears violently shed.

Of broken hearts on later days, and here unto now.

My thoughts, they have receded.

 

To broken love and hopes gone far, far away.

To the saints who wait, by ends early mourning.

All which to the broken hearts is of the null and void.

Hearts that are revived through turbulent trials.

 

Broken hearts, at all times, and in every day.

Awaiting…

 

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

Prequel to "Destruction of the heart"

 

 

 

 

 

Destruction of the Heart

 

 

"I understand, perhaps as well as anyone does, of the matter of feelings that we all hold inside of us. To this matter however, comes a different understanding, one of transformation and conveyance. To hold true in that definition of feelings, is to be sure of life's true rectitude. Meaning, without guidance, is as meaningless as people can imagine.  In fact, our imagination is actually what gives us meaning, so by such, why is it that we do not all embrace that one true understanding of feeling?  Is emotion truly that complex of a thing?

 

It really matters not what people think of eachother. If we focused more about the minds of others as real individuals, then we would truly grant ourselves that freedom of knowledge. Knowledge of other's pure intent.

 

Do you even understand what I am trying to tell you all? I will be honest, I don't expect the majority of you to even come close to the terms I represented here. This poetry, it really is such a pointless thing, but, then again, poetry is more so for the enjoyment of the writer, or to serve as a reminder of things that should be. They won't let a memory rest, and such is why I write."

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Destruction of the Heart

 

 

 

Once more, into all the feelings I will ever know.

All that cares to caress the real me, as one to be withdrawn.

And I know not who would stand against this.

Anything and everything of melancholy, I accept it.

 

Here comes my pain again.

 

But here on this day, of fermented joys and mere echoes of laughs,

Here I sit, and squander about my pain a I myself am the cause.

Memories that never seem to pass over.

Remnents of events that are best left forgotten.

 

Here comes my pain again, and all words used to describe it.

 

As the little girl will cry, and the little boy stares at the dust.

Both children of a Earth which cares not for them.

Merely children of vacant expresion and emotions that contort their forms.

Children with masks to hide behind.

 

Here comes my pain again, and why I write, I ask myself.

 

No more shadows left to hide me.

Forced to leave comfort and contemplate suicide.

Left alone, abandoned, and cherished all the same?

Drenched in my blood again, does it ever end?

 

Here comes my pain again, tearing down my walls.

 

Through bloodshot eyes and phantom tales.

This is how the world wishes me to rot.

They need not wait too long, with a knife and will in one hand.

It isn't hard to end everything.

 

Here comes my pain again, a wish upon a star.

 

Dragging my feet through halls of mirrors.

My stance on life, as unchanging as my reflection on every surface.

Becomming who we are, ever so the greatest challenge.

Feeling the beating of my heart once more.

 

Here comes my pain again, can I end it all right now?

 

Without the hope once promised, I am nothing.

I can hear the little girl sobbing, and see the little boy dying.

But what are they to me, these children of the Earth?

Little did I know, that I too, was wearing a mask.

 

Here comes my pain again, and no one ever cares.

 

As my memories rest, like fire's last few breaths,

Only now can feeling the beats of my own existence do I realize my true crimes.

My loss of hope, will, and joy of better things.

Damned, and ever so willing

 

No longer this pain.

 

 

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Breaking Point

 

 

How I ask, does anyone deserve to feel this way?

Unrelenting in the tides of depression

Away from the ones you declare to love most

 

How is it that, after these things, do you find the strength to continue?

Battling through life, and the inevitable defeat of spirit

Proving that spirit, is boundless in your efforts, even after it breaks

 

It seems that life has shattered in your wake

To this, I appraise you

A defiant being who only lived to love, and be loved by others

In this world, where mind defeats spirit, and man weeps for itself

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

 

For you, of course

 

 

If I was right here

Standing beside you

I would dare to dream

And be dreamt of

Only for you, and no other

 

By your wish

Words yet to be spoken

Are my choices ever clear

I shall love with a love like no other

And hope to be loved by you

 

In my eyes

Magnificent beauty

Beheld in your eyes, I dare not to know

Rather Iwish feel

And to be felt by you

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Once Again...

 

 

Once again,

Im all on my own tonight

So take me down, to the little river

Where boats can sail, and lovers will gaze up at the stars

 

And once again,

The night shall part and leave the moon to shine down upon us

Enlightening us now,

Once again,

Im looking into those eyes

 

Take my hands, and let us leave now, 

Forget the world

Leave your troubles behind you

As you embark on this journey to relive our moment together

A kindled flame, from which passions are made known

 

Once again,

Im all on my own tonight

Just waiting to see you again

And now that I know

That the night is young

And waiting for us

I just don't believe...

 

That once again,

I can dream of this night.

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Fourth Month

 

 

Can you forgive a poor fool?

Of such that I have been

 

I acted without thought

I thought without reason

And for it, I nearly lost myself

 

Im writing this now, in high hopes

Hopes to forgive the sins of ignorance

Hopes that I can redeem the worth you declared me to have.

 

Does any one dare to care for you as I have?

And also, does anyone dare to care for me as you have?

If not, then surely my fears are not worthwhile

Surely This was meant to be.

 

I offer my apologies

I offer my mind, my heart and soul

I offer my love

I can only hope to have them accepted

 

Even if I am a man, or perhaps a boy, of many words, I find none to say for you.

I simply have found myself to be loving, and in hopes of being loved.

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

 

I dream of a lullaby

 

 

Sometimes, I too dare to dream.

Though, all too often it seems that the world is against such things.

 

These, precarious things they are, oh how do they sing?

If I dare, alongside a fallen memory, will all end as I have hoped?

 

If such occurences are not to be my nature than why do I dream?

If my only reaon for dreaming is simply of my daring ways, then what hope is there?

None such that i would consider wishing upon the newly fallen star.

 

But, oh to wish, a wish upon a dream.

One which i have forsaken.

And to what end, for i still dream of dreams.

I long, and find myself restless in trying to understand them.

I dream, when all i want is rest.

 

If I do in fact one day find myself resting, then what will become of you?

You, who are the tether of my equilibrium.

Do I dare to cease dreaming of dreams in pursuit of rest?

Can i possibly say good-bye?

 

 

 

 

 

oh how I have dreamed...

And oh have i wasted myself along the way.

It was,of course, my choice to make, and I fear i may have chosen wrong.

Even without the ambition of dreams that I long sought to do away with,

I still find myself lost.

Lost, because just that, I chose to do these things.

And I chose the path of no more dreams to take hold of me.

Such is how I lost you...

 

What am I now?

A simple man that dares only to talk to himself.

 

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

 

Fifth Month (Left me with my heart0

 

 

This dismal abyss of negativity

This poison in my blood

All the hate and rage and something in between

 

Where have you gone?

I’m wallowing again

And I have no one

Not one single comfort

 

I’m standing here upon this razors edge

And my own lonely heart is breaking again

I stand here missing you for all I’m worth

 

Where have you gone?

I hold back my tears with unnatural force

My pain is building

And I just don’t know how to release

 

This world around me seems to break us

Our pain is shared, or is this all on me?

I don’t know what I’m even waiting for

 

Where have you gone?

This silence, it breaks me

This pain overtakes me

And now I’m not the same heart you once knew

 

Where have you gone?

 

 

 

-David Favret

 

23rd...

 

 

 

 

 

Stay out of my dreams

 

 

Hopes and dreams and all the happiness of your words

Kind things to say to me and a world worth living in

All the things you did for me

 

Yet a bittersweet victory for sure

Your love was a double edged razor

And now I am feeling just how wounded you left me

 

Waiting

And waiting even more

Continuously, so that you might come back to open arms

Even after I've grown tired of this all

Still I wait

 

I can only ask that you no longer assault my dreams

I can no longer bear such things as your presence there

You are a source of inspiration and of pain

 

The hurt is starting to outwiegh our supposed "love"

And so as I still wait

Regardless of what feelings I come to have

But you make everything so much harder when you refuse to let me sleep

 

 

-David...

 

 

 

 

A young man and a young woman

 

 

This simple dream of dreams, of which I have come to know
By far the greatest fantasy that I ever told
Of a young man who tried so desperately to care
And a young woman who dared to change a life

It was the self-given duty of this young man
To about the world and give up all of his heart
An act of good which he willed against the bad
In a world where most dreams never come true

It was a hard life to live, as this young woman had
Abandonment and loss, and a will to love

She kept on strong, even though she knew life would have her
In a world so cruel to those in pain

A single chance meeting, and a lifetime of thought
Had the world forgiven them?

They met eyes, and a new story began
Filling the voids each other had

It all seemed to be going along
But life had had second thoughts
A quick strike to the young girl’s heart
And a struggle that would be an end

Little melancholy catastrophe
He knew you once, and he knew you now
The young boy, he tried so desperately
To keep life away from the young girl’s heart

Disaster was the thief that brought all hope to its knees
Poor little girl who tried to give up
And foolish little boy for not trying hard enough
Why would life forsake these two?

A wound was bestowed upon the little girl
The cause of greater pain than yet to know
And in time, life would call again
The little boy stood with open arms
 

Little boy, hearing those words
Words like ice and mishap
These words of the news the little girl brought
And the little boy stood stunned

A brief time of true confessions and passion
Love was declared…
And the little boy and little girl joined their hands
For the first, and last time

Life would be the hidden enemy once again
Even though all seemed right with the world
No one could suspect the end
Life insisted such

 

The young man did not say goodbye
He never had the chance
The young woman disappeared without a word
And only a void was left

Depressing themes of everyday life

A symphony of pain

Forgotten hopes of a later day

And onward with his life

 

Struggling to find a way

Hoping for an event that will not come

Tell me once again, young man

What made you so sad?

Holidays and happiness

He was learning to let go

Leaving himself up to fate

And searching for a reason

 

Damn the truth

No more lullabies

Now he knew

And now he cries

 

The tides of love, fear, and regret

The hopelessness of believing

Cry, a little more, perhaps three more tears will bring her back

Die, a little more, is this what she wanted of him?

Sing me a song of eternity

Forgotten hope in a living truth

In times of need, or in times of success

Sing me this song, when I am happy

Sing me this song when I cry

Know that I listen, and know all the same

Never dare to forget all these times we had

Follow me down the farthest road

Past the forests and oceans, and even past reason

Meet me at our own time, in life’s splendid gardens

Know that I love you, and always will

Me, a little boy, and you, a little girl

May life finally forgive us.

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

What I know

 

 

If I question destiny, I was always meant to

And when I choose to forget why, I will always be shown a reason

I push you clear from my mind, only to have you return with more force

You just keep standing there

Will you ever just disappear?

Will you continue to haunt my mind, which sees through bloodshot eyes?

I beg of forgiveness… from life, for me and you

 

 

 

 

 

Sixth Month (Revelations)

 

 

I dreamed

If that was my only crime then tell me so now

I dared to feel

If this was of any virtue to my impenetrable soul, show me

I witnessed a true beauty

And if it was not meant to be, why was it so?

Will you allow me to express my newest of revelations?

Even though I know that you may never hear them…

Even though I may never see you…

May I confess just one more time?

I was guided

Your words served above most others

I felt what I could only dream of

By you, for you, and never against you

I thought I fell in love

Is that what happened?

I learned by you, and oh so much I did

Even if it was only for a short while

And through it all, I had much to show

Unto you, and my own achievement

 

Would you care?

Would you wish?

Would you waste your night away?

Stars

As many as there are

To which we dare to attempt to number

And to which we all are

Just stars, in whole and in part

Which star are you, may I ask?

I wish to look upon you this evening

A heavenly body compared to the full moon

A glistening, angel of great reckoning

A star you are, my star you are

Share you glow with me

If never again, just this evening of open revelation

I know that you hurt

That you cry out in sorrow

And I sit where I am

Unable to help

To lift a finger in your aid

Yet I keep you in my thoughts

Keep you, yes, and my heart suffers for it

If only I were there

If only I had known

I wish I never lost faith

 

If you love me

Just like you said

Then know that I love you too

I always have

Even before I knew I did

I failed

Only because I gave up

I mean it well that you are the star I seek

So show me now your glow this night

I showed you my revelation

Now reveal yourself, just this once

 

Come back to me… please.
 

　

 

-David Favret

 

February 23

 

 

 

 

 

Everything is Alright

 

 

I feel the beating
A lonely heart dying
Lost the dreams
And memories of us

Everything is alright
When is not?

I hear the screaming
My own voice inside
Yelling disaster
And warning me of you

I am simply just fine
What wouldn’t make me alright?

I see the pain in my own reflection
A grim look of agony
And a trembling smile
I look into my own eyes

Yes I am oh so perfect
The world is so dandy

I do not see you
Feel you or hear you
Simply a phantom
Brought by suspicion

Can’t you see that I’m fine?
Please tell me that I am fine

I beg for reasons
Answers to questions
But it seems I never get them
So I stare into the mirror

Lo and behold
I see my reflection
And in my eyes
I look once again
Only to see you

Everything is not fine
I feel my mind breaking
Nothing will be alright
When will it ever be right?

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

 

In the end

 

 

If I was alive then I would be dead

That’s all I am, a breathing contradiction

 

Give me a reason to hold on to

If all else fails please say that it wasn’t me

Just maybe that it wasn’t my fault

 

Is my heart beating, or is that an echo?

Of times gone by and shattered memories

 

Give me a reason not to give in

But if you say nothing, I just might understand

That I am you, and you are not real

 

I feel like I have died, so many times before

But I am still breathing and fighting to survive

 

Please give me a reason not to accept it

A lonely disaster in which I have become

At least I still hold some sense of time

 

I feel the fire, it burns from within

It reaches out with no real direction

Planting its seeds of hate and destruction

Allowing the greed to outwiegh the love

 

Give me a reason

To refrain from trying

 

I yell disaster

And I bleed the truth

Allowing the lies to take hold of me

And nothing else matters to me anymore

For I am a living contradiction

 

In the end, I guess it doesn’t matter

We all die in more ways than one

We all die before its our time.

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Seventh Month (Part 1: Lullabies)

 

 

Lashing out in every way imaginable by a broken mind formed from the lack of emotion

Standing alone in both faith and time whilst the world refuses to cease turning

I am who I have yet to be, and in being so, I no longer recognize just who i have become

 

To think that in awe of the time which never stops passing, I have forgotten joy

Only in such a way that I imagine myself being, am i brought forward into reasoning

The truth in understanding that i have sought in these months has found me, finally

 

But, how... do I begin to follow through?

 

Its all about this sad song that we can't hear

A bitter tune of the finest truth which we should have seen from the very beginning

The finest melody that I'll never know

 

Disillusionment made clear through melancholic deviations of time itself

I see now what I was unable to hear so long ago

Of then, of now

Of here, and to come

These lovely little lullabies

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

 

Next Embrace (Remembering)

 

 

Loneliness be my cursed path upon these ashen roads. All into the despise of my emotions that grieve the loss of love which was the blessed gift from you. My neglect bears your pain, even though it should not be so. And wherein lies our next embrace? Our joining and love to be.

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

 

8th Month (Lullabies part 2)

 

 

Empty and silent all the same

Tired, and moving until the end

They walk alone with me,

These shadows here together

 

What should form my mind?

A bitter sacred art which knows no bounds?

All the same in having already ended

 

Follow the broken road, with emptiness on every side

Listen to the lullaby of silence in the air

Desperate, I will cry

Fallen, I shall desire

And all the while these ideas of heart will be my end.

 

So, I sing this to myself each and every night

This, a song meant for no one, and which serves no purpose

And yet I sing this song, with no thought ending

Is this the power that you hold over me?

 

-David Favret

 

23^rd

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Little Girl

 

 

Dear little girl

With so much hurt, I know

And in sadness I look upon you

 

I understand as no wise man would

That of you, and what was

Now, and what is no more

 

Dearest little girl

My heart to yours

To make my own unto your desire

 

And through all that was and still must be told

A new story, brought forth from ashes

Without so much thought, I see

 

Wither and wither

My heart, it will be so

All in time which I remember you

 

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

Whispers (Lullabies part 3)

 

 

Another month goes by

And by the words I swore, I shall share

 

Into anniversary of all occasions, and other such days

Upon burdened fellows whose hearts are not aligned

Of a spirit about to break, and with so much time to spare

 

Whisper to me dearest angels, spirits, or whatever floats my way

Whisper unto my ears of a melody which soothes the greatest tragedy

My sweet, your sweet, our lovely lullaby

Long to  the point I have made such a song

Of this, to there, and forever in between

Unto all the days I find myself wanting, I care no longer

 

So I beg, plead, in my distraught company demand your whisper

The serenade which will allow me to forgive myself

I, the only one left to forgiven

For my sake, and that of yours which may or may or exist

 

Serenade me with melancholy memories which I made myself

Soothe me with no comfort other than the falsehood I bear

Allow me to realize that those joys were once, and no more

 

Whisper to me, my dearest angels, spirits, demons, devils, saints, and sinners

Whisper the words of her bittersweet lullaby

 

-David Favret

 

 

 

 

I wish to not dream

 

 

Do I dare to sleep?

I fair well in day, but in night I know pain

All in respect to your turmoil, which has come to pass

 

In the grace of dreams, I see only your face

In the grace of dreams, I see only your pain

And when I wake, I know that dreams are a reality

 

Do I dare, in all my worry, to sleep?

Knowing what I wish had never happened

 

- ......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The irony of that statement which I made so long ago... about the 23rd day always being wondrous.... if only I knew....