Love Poems - Short - Memory
In front of flying daggers Eyes sat and stared Transfixed and unprepared For hearts to be hesitant Baited breath, I sat and waited Knowed not how to show Hands unfolded Tempted, stated intent And then you held them Read my mind For I loved you Glorious moment Fingers went numb But I would not have took them Hold me longer, clasp again.
By Hilary Wheaton
Love Poems - ill
Behind the curtain
Behind the stars
Behind the screen
Behind the glitter
Under the snow
There we find things
Best left unseen
That others may know
But it would be best if they
Don't show
Even now,
So long ago, I regret
That I asked and pulled back
The curtain
Unmasked
Something ugly
Oh my heart bleeds
Every moment, every second
When I remember the sickness
A body laid waste
When I heard those words
You spoke
But I didn't have to search
No I dared not look
But every trail
Leads back to those three
You took
A lie you told
Maybe to prevent my pain
But when I look
Into those eyes
I wonder
Which man you really are?
And now
All promises are broken
You are more lost than saved
More wicked then depraved
For letting me suffer
A lost idol, a lost heart
I am sickened
To know so many have taken pleasure
In you
And that sweet intimacy
Is lost
And now heart and mind
Has followed body
Abandon post
Fail to respond
No words exchanged
Softly spoken
I want to hear
I want to speak
To whisper to you
While you are near
Hear promises longed to keep
But mind
Body
Heart
Lies with another
And I am sick
That snow hides mud
And behind the curtain
The mighty Wizard
Was only a man
Who failed to catch
My star
When it fell.
By Hilary Wheaton
Poems - Seven Divine Virtues - Frenum (Abstinence) (I)
A body to go hungry
A body to be denied
Each night still lasts the longest
For those that fail to satisfy
I bestow, award
Some value
To that which
I deny
But to indulge
Just steals
That for which
I try
Pure,
Untouched virgin
This body is a gift
Received, delivered
Sealed and stamped
With your kiss
A seal that shall be broken
By you
By one, alone
Receiving all as token
That in return
It's you I wish to own
Two bodies denied
Sweeter, valued
When at last they are
Devoured
For each share
'Break bread'
And wittness that first
Experience
In another
That is sacred
Abstinence
Thou art, a truly indulgent gift
For in your virtue alone
Lies the power
To make bread
Glorious to devour
And shared with those I love
The gratest gift instead.
By Hilary Wheaton
Poems - Elucidate
There is a space A sea of time and memory Between you and me We may have reached utopia This is our 'no place' I've tried so hard And played your tunes Watched you in the dark Yet I still cannot discern What is hidden in your heart Have you truly forgotten The magic, the moment The flutter of the heart Or the joy of playing The perfect role To you I gave the 'mentor' part I wonder Is it of no comfort to see So much of you, inside of me To share, to love To be Each takes All parts of me Once, I held you in my arms Heard confessions, gave you charms You opened your soul In private, in trust But now, as cold as stone I cannot truly say I know you Frustration, Array I'm all at a loss Never knew the price I had to pay If only I could understand The thoughts and feelings That flow through your mind and heart Each day, and never planned Maybe I would be content To hear you simply say; "I still think of you Each minute, each moment Day by day."
By Hilary Wheaton
Poems - Seven Deadly Sins - Invidia (Envy)
Envy is a worm
Nestled in my brain
An ever present burning
That drives me insane
One cannot be content
Nor have peace of mind
When all the while
This worm, it burrows
Reminds me what's not mine
It coils, thin, convulsing body
Squeezes anger
But lacking hate
Offers little satisfaction
In any step I choose to take
Envy is a maggot
Swallowed,
Whole and plump
Seething in my stomach
Delights that I intake
The taste of sweet success
Or happiness,
Suffers to turn bitter
Fester, absess
Blind devouring creature
Cannot truly discern
What serves to feed it
Or for what I yearn
Envy is a foreign curse
Inflicted on the body
But no simple cause or cure
Can be remedied
The eyes, the heart, my ears detect
Will hurt, despise, repent, regret
And suffer to endure
As envy gains its daily bread
Envy,
If you have my heart's desire
If I am to be denied
Envy,
Be my supper
But only til
I am fulfilled
And truly satisfied.
By Hilary Wheaton
