~*Cell*~

Bolts of lightning do not alarm me

They strike me

Wake me

Eyes of storms determined to take me

Then leave me gasping upon waves

The floating forlorn

Light shines through blackened fracture

Love denied that never dies

 A lock without its key

Irregular you and me

Eternally betrothed

The Moon and the Sea

Constant waning

From fracture to break

The dream repeats

In this cell

from which I never wake

©2012

July 12

8 a.m.

Bleu D. Cooper



~*Sand*~

~Sand~

Farewell to the smell of sand

I left her

Tears in her line up

I loved her

Her resonating sound

Things I thought she could not see

She waits in mirages next to me

Love that is there

But I cannot feel

My deserts are deserted

But the mirage remains

Farewell to the smell of sand

I fall out of everything

I fall out of her hand

I fall out of what I said

I fall out of the sand

(c)2011

~*Break Me*~

~*Break Me*~

Lover

Feel the drenched inside of me

There are parts you have not yet touched

I lay them out for you to see

vulnerable inside your clutch

Master

You know you control my depths

You own me

You’ve thrown me

into orbits that never rest

Fragile

as glass

still holding everything in

I succumb to this ache

knowing how easy it is for you to break

Me

©2011

Lyrics ~*4 Years*~ & ~*Wings Soul and Arrows*~

These are lyrics to two of my new songs.

 I like these so much better sung than read but thought I would post anyway

~*4 years*~

4 years

and it all is failing

all of the tears keep on falling inside

there’s no use in believing

the mind of a ghost

just laughs at the bride

waves keep singing

the sun cast shadows

left in gallows

4 years

songs keep playin

there’s no magic in this lost heart of mine

Everyone else is pretending

To feel the way I do

Your heart must be blind

waves keep singing

the sun cast shadows

left in gallows

©2011

~*Wings, Soul and Arrows*~

I saw my breath

inside your window

You’ve pinned me softly

Inside your chest

I kissed your heart

when you were sleeping

you are invincible

I am a mess

You took my wings, soul and arrows

See through stairs

show us the bottom

and we keep walking

towards final rest

I held your hand

When you were dreaming

I am invincible

You are a mess

Well it’s over

It’s over

It’s over

Is it over

©2011

~*Seize*~

~*Seize*~

Please don’t

If you seize me up against this wall

I know I can’t resist

Fall to my knees

You ignore my pleas

All it takes is just one kiss

Morning

September 3rd

©2011

~*The Two Kinds of Quiver*~

~*The Two Kinds of Quiver*~

It is warm but I quiver

not just my lips

The whole depth of me from my heart out

You cause it

You mention it

Pull the weapons from your quiver

and kiss it right out of me

September 3rd

2:56 a.m.

©2011

~*Million Years*~

~*Million Years*~

Temporary release from my indolence

I dance in search of my repair

Your mouth has made me a glutton

Eyes like storms

but no rain is there

Under the wreckage

Decorated facades

Waiting for time to pass

Another million years

Alas relief is still not here

My heart

still flailing

It feels like a million years

September 2nd

© 2011

~*Coast*~

~*Coast*~

Like the waves that crash against the coast

Unknowing of any other way

My heart takes a beating yet it still floats

under your chests tattered blanket

into your hearts black fray

And there is nothing I can do about it.

September 2nd

© 2011

~*Spire*~

~*Spire*~

My mind reaches toward you

by the commandment of my hearts irregular shape

Hands like steeples above my head

Two pronged spire held dreams that were to break

The arid mirage of inspiration

and a latent dream from which I never seem to wake

©2011

~*Sepia Colored Conformists*~

Their eyes were dressed in critical fare

spewing fear

masqueraded as judgement

 she was a moving portrait

decorated in herself

authentic

 colorful

repelling their glare

everyday laced with desire to reflect her being as art

they were threatened

 mouths of the conformed gnawing at her image

she stayed true to her heart

they stayed true to fear

and when she died

she left traces of exactly who she was 

leaving them in a world of sepia

a place they so willingly cling to
 (C) 2011

~*Tape*~

Celibacy has no exceptions

But what an excellent disguise

Using bibles as tape

On his mouth

As you rape

But you forgot to cover his eyes

©2010

~*Foster the Silence*~

Carefully foster the silence

All that we have never said out loud

When we make or break a vow

Silence still holds vibration

Not only of our voices but the sounds of our wounded hearts

Defaced by life’s nature

Yet I still see something there

Replaced

I feel your capture

Pretending I don’t care

Stoic and irreversible

Just like we knew

every thing would change

We brush by

Pretending we’ve never spoken

Your horizontal depth compliments the bottomless pit of my mind

Love once a treasure

Hidden inside we can’t even find

Things we wish we could say

Things that no one can ever hear

There is always space for you and me

Remember this

And if you forget ask me

I know a place where it is all recorded

I am this place

Behind my face there is a refuge

I am bound

To foster the silence

I hold our sound

In me you’ll find us

Listen

©2011

~*Enslaved*~

In no way could I not love you than a raindrop could fall dry

My mouth devours memories of your kiss

I have no longing for emancipation

enslaved by love like this

A soul deepens when stacked upon that of its mate

Crossing barriers

Plains of vastness can’t even deny

Enthralled by the torture your beauty causes thou eyes

Locked within a sentence

Behind bars with no key

yet unwilling to search

Content inside this imprisonment

A new way to look at freedom

A new way to know love

©2011

~*Black Walls*~

I don’t think I ever told you

That I believed every word you ever said

I believed in the dreams you faked

And the love you never had

If I was a white bird

I’d lay inside your black walls

I know everything about you

Don’t worry about me

I’ll catch my own heart when it falls

My tears will turn to wisdom

 you will see a different me

But this white bird

Can’t live without you

So you haunt me in my sleep

Fill parts of me with unrest

White birds can fly anywhere

And will just to find you

Wings tipped in ink of red

Hearts tried to love

But only bled

I don’t think I ever told you

I circled like a carousel

Waiting for a chance to love you

Look at me now

If I was a white bird

I'd sleep inside your vivid dreams

I’d fix everything inside of you

Don’t worry about me

I am stronger than I seem

My dreams will turn to doubt

You will see a different me

This white bird lives without you

In shadows made by moons

Craters deep filled by lunar moods

White birds can fly anywhere

and will, away from you

Wings tipped in ink of red

Hearts tried to love

But only bled

©2011

Salja Daiseve

~*Life Expectancy of Hearts and Snowflakes*~

A snowflake only feels alive when it is falling

A heart mirrors this emotion

A snowflake melts into its new manifestation

Targeting an eternal resting place

A heart believes in its other half

Surviving new forms

they learn new identities

Relish in craved modalities

Blissful conformation

inevitable termination

Life expectancy of hearts and snowflakes

Each finding their end

One lands with precision

having spent its happiness in the cold

it only reflects for seconds

The other beats in chilled warmth

With to much time to remember it’s fall

©2011

Salja Daiseve

~*Garments*~

I’ll make you wear things you don’t wear anymore

Garments left hanging in closets

Why let them rot?

So beautifully handsome in things you reject

Bring your hands to me

I’ll help you repent

Lay in a religion that only we own

You’ll never pray alone

I’m here

Seep into thick waters that

coat our shame and honor

Am I appealing to your darkest side?

Darkness is a two faced beauty

I push it into light

I see you

You feel me

We eclipse everything else

In my sound

You’re locked and bound

Freedom loses its ring

You’ll suffer without the décor of me

Try this on

You’ll wear it well

I’ll place my hands on the sides of your head

And kiss you good night

©2011

Salja Daiseve

Love Letter Diaries of Salja Daiseve

~*Madness*~

Place my body under all of your sin

I will cure the madness and send it back again

Rain turns black when it hits your skin

But now it glistens

And I am to blame

Meet the new heart that you didn’t know you had

Madness turns to blackness and sends you back to this

Me

Exact doses of what you say you don’t need

But I no everything you need

I know it is me

Scream into the air when you think I am not there

I hear you through the sounds that keep you up at night

I’m there when you can’t see

I am so far in you

you are in me

In your blurry resistant fight

when the whole world shakes

exact doses

I am everything that calms you

I’m the drug you should take

When madness turns to blackness and sends you back to this

Remember

I am the blades of grass staining your mind

The sky that sees your pain

Fighting against your madness

To bring you back again

©2011

Salja Daiseve

~*End of Numbness*~

Do not let go

Stay

See what I can bring to you

Let me unfold your hands

Remove that barrier

the numbness and the trance

I lay your body down

Spread open on the ground

I live right here in the center of you

In the nerves of you

Riding the curves of you

That tear that just fell in your hand was from me

That love you just blew in the wind is from me

I sound like the beat from your hearts drum

You can have all of me

Why stay numb?

Your eyes see me in arched colors in the sky

In quiet seconds I hear your wishes

Then you stop believing that they’ll ever come true

I am the only way

I am the only key

I’m begging you

Free yourself and know me

I am the real you

The willingness to be who

you are afraid to be

Free yourself and know me

you can not know love

You can not know all that is waiting

without me

The most beautiful part of you

I am your

Vulnerability

Let me breathe

Let them see

©2011

Salja Daiseve

This poem is actually the longest poem I have ever written. I didn't even edit it. It was just one of those things that comes out and desires to be delivered raw without alteration, so I just let it.

~*The Motion of Love*~

Love

With each try hope lessens

I covet motion picture romance

Something that lasts until my form rests beneath green covered dirt

and my spirit flies freely knowing no limitation

By chance what I thought may be love

comes calling to my heart

Alas I cannot answer

I’ve learned to live in burnt out buildings

In elevators left with broken shafts

A metal box surrounds the once rapid beat of my heart

Now left inside these shallow breaths no longer able to believe

Loving energies circle

playing what to me seem like games made by devils

I can’t believe again

I can’t afford to

I can’t fall in that sinking sand

the one where I always find the bottom

Love

The grand contortionist

The multi-faced illusionist

Pull me toward you

I stare over you left shoulder

Pull me toward you

My arms stayed crossed over my threatened chest

I can’t believe again

I can’t afford to

I know how to live in a barren battlefield

the place where I’ve mapped the mines

but I do not know how to ever believe you

when you can’t even believe yourself

What is here today, becomes a memory tomorrow

Many hearts move on to other struggling victims
through bars they reach into their

 own denial
still pretending that they have ever really loved but to militant to have ever really made it

Mine is not one of those

Mine doesn’t know what it means to be numb

No ability to cloth its nakedness

It cowers in its unshelteredness

I am all I have

I am all I know

And the parts of me you think you love

you will undoubtedly let go

Love

Is a villain

A beautiful seductress in red

Its blood runs through this steal gate

when I thought I was infinitely secured

Dry my tears

I’ll make more

Try to look in my eyes

I’ll look through you and your disguise

Some moments I open the doors

For I fool myself into thinking

Maybe

Maybe

Maybe

this is the reel I’ve been looking for

Dusty and spinning on projectors left unattended

I feel relief and start to believe

I hear its knocking

Alas I can not answer

I can’t believe again

I can’t afford to

I loan myself out

leaving me in more debt

more years for me to pay

Practice for the day

when you are no longer here

Cardiac scars that barely fade

If I haven’t learned by now when will I?

I still covet the romance of motion pictures

To many tries, attempts are lessening

There is just space

My heart needs energy to keep beating

As the grandest shape shifter

penetrates

I sit here fearing my last ounce of hope

Because that ounce whispers that I still believe

I fight it

I can’t afford not to

My hands reach up feeling the wetness of my grief

drying my own tears

Practice for the day when you are no longer here

©2011

Salja Daiseve

Love Letter Diaries of Salja Daiseve

~*Afternoon*~

It’s afternoon

Aspens shake

Watching your heart break

Winds brush passed your hands

You gather memories just to torture yourself

Waiting for sunshine to drip inside your veins

You tilt your head back

keep your head up girl

There is more to life than pain

There is more than pain in this lesson

Ground your feet into the roots of these trees

Grow with them

Wisdom hides within memories

Strength guides

Follows and leads

Reach toward this afternoon

Reach into heavens not yet known

See your beauty and how you’ve grown

Vectors injecting sadness and disease

look through quaking Aspens

Find freedom in these trees

It’s afternoon

Aspens quake

They offer to cleanse your heartache

Whispering remedies

Hear their medicine

Memories dense with teachings

Why let them blow away?

There is more to life than pain

There is more than pain in this lesson

Sort them

divide them

Filter through the wisdom you have denied them

Tilt your head back

Keep your head up girl

Swaying giants are here to listen

Casting stability on solid ground

Healers suggesting you are no longer lost but found

Within golden clapping

Under skies path to Heaven

Place your memories in honored space

You have had another afternoon

©2011

Salja Daiseve

Insomniattic Chronicles