Poem - Nocturna #7

the night air begins to cool

from the summer's bliss

to an autumn's mist

an era she missed

a midnight's climate at it's most devine;

Nocturna, in her niche.

yet, the scene isn't complete ~

for she longs for him

the lingering desire that forever remains

the same

Saint Valentine, come to me

hold me close, make me complete

tracing, a heart, onter her limb

lightening skin

for she longs for his soul

save me from this conundrum

and burn for me

like the air i breath

Poem - Nocturna #6

at the usual time she'd lie outside,

she remains in doors,

within doors,

indoors

not alone, but with another

in an unfamiliar location

she finds discomfort

the guilt, the pain, the thought

its not her fault

her mind,

it rotts

feeling so distant, because there's no other way to feel

in a literal sense

every word, no matter the medium

no matter the mood,

just a shot to the heart.

the fear, the paranoia, the thought

its not her fault

...is it?

Poem - Nocturna #5

"why" she thought

and the asphyxiation begins

as her usual ways to survive her days,

tonight, is a miss

needles of grass, shades of grey

they carress her face

she rolls over, nearly blinded, but not;

possibly by what little is left of God's grace

"are you there?" she thought

and the answer was distant

unwilling to believe, but possibly

n  o  n  e  x  i  s  t  e  n  t

she arises with eyes set deep

towards trees

sheets of clouds, shades of blue

they follow through

they let her go

tonight