"Simply B3li3v3"

"Simply B3li3v3"

A Poem by silentvoice
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A memorial poem to a lost love taken too soon.

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“Simply B3li3v3”

 

A question asked, safety deprived, a way out gained.

A small voice ignited a flame, a flame so hot it blazed neither blue nor white, a flame that would send two lives to unimaginable heights and death-defying lows. A fire so unfathomable strong that even death it’s hellacious self could not extinguish an inferno that raged from the heart. And still the question asked, answered with the sincerest of love compassion and the hearts embrace. A sanctuary needed, but still a sanctuary left unfound just as

So many things are left unsaid, buried in the deepest of depths, secrets untold and now in the silence they are crippling...

A night of intimate romance and compassion spent, the consequences thought of in advance and waged in meticulous inspection but forgotten in the climactic moment. Love sealed, a promise made, a commitment vowed without a ceremony or ring of diamond crystal. Trust love and faith internally embedded. The night spent together made unforgettable the connection mutually felt. Heart’s destroyed and remade stronger though a life may be taken, the binding never failing from a night of intimate romance and passion spent, and yet

So many things are left unsaid, buried in the deepest of depths, secrets untold and now in the silence they are crippling...

A life ended suddenly, a lover’s heart shattered and forever maimed questions of why questions of

‘How could this happen to us, to me?’

An unspeakable connection stronger then chemistry could ever fathom to forge so many memories had now forgotten they stand resurrected only in the loneliest and quietest of thoughts and blackest of room. May the taste of a lover’s kiss never leave thy lips just as the oh

So many things are left unsaid, buried in the deepest of depths, secrets untold and now in the silence they are crippling...

A day a month to remember, yet a day a month that wishes upon paper airplanes could ever only wish to banish. A day in 365 days eternally etched in the most hellacious of blacknesses, a day in a week, a month, a year that shall never be forgotten nor replicated, a time for prayers to be prayed and respects to be paid. A time for mournful celebrations of a life praised by the highest of praises and forever held in the upmost honourable of regards.

So many things are left unsaid, buried in the deepest of depths, secrets untold and now in the silence they are crippling...

A final ‘I love you’ never to be said, just as a final good-bye never to be voiced. A downward spiral avoided, avoided by the slimmest of margins, yet avoided still. And still one surviving lover rises up from the ashes of the Phoenix. Never shall his love surrender; never shall it give into the contemplations, or urges to jump into that monstrous blackness! Hell itself endured and by the flames burned, buy by the memory of a loved one missed forever shall

The Phoenix continue to rise and

Simply Believe even though

So many things are left unsaid, buried in the deepest of depths, secrets untold and now in the silence they are crippling...

A grave site visited time and time again both in privet solidarity and chilling companionship. All the time spent in celebration of a young life turned cold. Although a funeral services has been had, and a coffin, in flesh been witnessed �" Famous Last Words hath been said nothing could ever cause the power of emotions felt to faultier. Though a love has ceased, one must go on and perceiver through the heartbreak and struggle of life alone. For in these times of utter demonic trials one shall find closure and peace, along the way on old flame rekindled a passion reenergized. To honour one fallen one must endure. To pay homage to a lost Phoenix one shall remember a promise vowed, etched not in stone but in the heart’s crown of

So many things are left unsaid, buried in the deepest of depths, secrets untold and now in the silence they are crippling...

Although so many things are left unsaid some things shall forever remain, the memories had the laughter shared the pain withstood the disagreements endured, all keep a love alive if not in the blood and flesh. They mend a heart destroyed by one afternoon and heal the scars and cracks with reminiscinges of a year and a half of love and two teen’s naive ways from the deepest of love’s connections to the simplest of puppy loves. And although a headstone is now engraved marking the place where an innocent Survivor now lays, with a body and soul too sexy for the most heavenly of Heaven’s angels to ever lay eyes, a fighter, a warrior fo the most demonic of entities now lays with the face of an unknown goddess gazing toward the place she now unjustly rests.

So many things are left unsaid, buried in the deepest of depths, secrets untold and now in the silence they are crippling...

Simply Believe one must! Simply Believe one shall! Simply Believe one must to make it through and find the heavenly light amongst the most static of darknessess! Simply Beilieve one shall for the memory of a loved one fallen.

So many things are left unsaid, buried in the deepest of depths, secrets untold and now in the silence they are crippling...

January 6th, 2011

© 2013 silentvoice


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This was packed full of beauty/pain:

a warrior fo the most demonic of entities now lays with the face of an unknown goddess gazing toward the place she now unjustly rests.

I loved that line....you are angry....an innocent beauty taken in her prime. Your only hope is that she made the status of "Goddess" to save her own soul.


Simply Believe one must! Simply Believe one shall! Simply Believe one must to make it through and find the heavenly light amongst the most static of darknessess! Simply Beilieve one shall for the memory of a loved one fallen.

The ache of missing her...I love it when a writer can be so melodramatic!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

silentvoice

8 Years Ago

thank you so much Muse, I wrote this poem in honor of my late fiance
Muse

8 Years Ago

sorry...truly I'm sorry. :(
silentvoice

7 Years Ago

thanks :)



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This was packed full of beauty/pain:

a warrior fo the most demonic of entities now lays with the face of an unknown goddess gazing toward the place she now unjustly rests.

I loved that line....you are angry....an innocent beauty taken in her prime. Your only hope is that she made the status of "Goddess" to save her own soul.


Simply Believe one must! Simply Believe one shall! Simply Believe one must to make it through and find the heavenly light amongst the most static of darknessess! Simply Beilieve one shall for the memory of a loved one fallen.

The ache of missing her...I love it when a writer can be so melodramatic!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

silentvoice

8 Years Ago

thank you so much Muse, I wrote this poem in honor of my late fiance
Muse

8 Years Ago

sorry...truly I'm sorry. :(
silentvoice

7 Years Ago

thanks :)

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silentvoice

Regina , Canada



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I am 20 years old and live in Canada I enjoy writing, singing, playing video games, hanging with friends and family and volenteering whenever I can. I have been writing for roughly eight years or so a.. more..

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