Sickness
Sadness settles a deep frost in my bones
winter’s chill forms it’s icy cage
stilling the warm blooded flow of life
encompassed through unforgiving rage.
Countenance downcast, tears follow in procession
my body bereft of your touch’s confession
pallor skin dons an ashy reflection
forbidden words fuel my kiss’s obsession.
Silence stalks from beyond the grave
it’s icy breath invades my naked skin
lost in the temptation of wanton desire
strange tides rise to drown the warmth within.
Bitter taste, the heart’s sullen due
defender of elusive beasts
unearth the remnant of reserved discretion
a dance upon the table of feasts.
Walking in darkness my madness pervades
the hungry flesh I no longer feel
anxious to purge mortality’s bonds
a cup runneth over the soul’s zeal.
Bleeding out the tired distain
hope unfurled is love unrestrained
conjuring tendrils of hell’s consuming ire
usurping the power of lasting refrain.
Hell’s sickness shadows my eyes
the windows of my soul glaze over
laid to rest in dreams of youthful glee
I sleep in the hand that watches over me.
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About celestealluvial
My blog, 'MORTAL HEARTS WITH IMMORTAL SOULS', is a place of fantasy, reality, spirituality and beauty. A place to unwind and find inspiration for the soul. It consists of my personal thoughts and experiences, poetry, prose, quotes, beautiful photos, uplifting music, words of encouragement, and undying love. I welcome respectful, open discussion, sincere opinions and feedback, and encourage any questions you may have personally or of that which pertains to the subject’s content.
I recently began writing a paranormal romance story. It is my dream to become a published author and I have had an amazing experience on this new writing adventure.
I live a quiet life, in the peace and tranquility of beautiful country surroundings. My husband and son are my life and my joy. I am your average person with a passion for reading and writing, and I love to sit and contemplate the mysteries of life and the experience of the human pilgrimage. This is a love story, the journey of our fragile, mortal bodies that have been endowed with the power of an immortal soul.
I do hope you enjoy the content found in this blog. I pour out my heart and soul into each word and lovingly present it to the world, for better or for worse.
i love the powerful use of your words here.
Sherline
Hopelessness
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Like touching sky still far above only to remember you fall
Like sliding down an endless slide set with razors dull
Like dragging yourself up sheer cliffs only to drop back again
Like tearing your heart to pieces on the cold dark floor of your den
You know the pain is passing
You know that it won’t last
You know that what you’re doing is
Dwelling upon your past
You shouldn’t keep on hurting
It’s your fault that you do
And everyone for all their years
Cannot comfort you.
Stand up in the fire
Laugh in freezing rain
Cry out to the heavens that
You will be whole again
Your heart is made of ashes
Your soul of drowning hope
But none of that can matter much
When you’ve reached the end
Of your rope
You’ve had enough of giving up
You’ve had enough of giving in
The last thing that you want to do
Is repent for your sin
Of living-
So live.
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Reading your poetry ignites a fire in me sometimes, and I can’t express it any other way. <3 I love it. I love how it feels, to know exactly what words need to come next. Is it like that for you? Your poems always flow so well. This one is sadder than your usual fare, though. Are you okay, Celeste? It's a beautiful poem, even if it feels like it may have hurt to write. As usual with your work, I felt better about my own pain after reading it…. <3
<3s,
Eris
Fading faith; a sickness consuming cores…
Bows to the skills you’ve worked here Celleste
Love & Light
Indeed, a stunning and well articulated thoughts. Cheers.
Deeply felt and just exquisitely penned~ Thank you, Dear *One*~
“I sleep in the hand watches over me”~~~ YES~!
Thank you Sat…..have noticed your absence and glad to see you back….I am still writing My angel of night story, working on installment 9! now….:)
Hope to see some new works on your blog soon…..take care, and appreciate you stopping by…..
C
I am excited to “catch up” with your wonderful story~ Blessings of Love to you, Dear Soul~ <3
Oh Celeste — this one was fiery but a different flavor than your usual fiery…. I hear you and really feel this:
“Hell’s sickness shadows my eyes
the windows of my soul glaze over
laid to rest in dreams of youthful glee
I sleep in the hand watches over me”
Your expression is powerful and passionate ~ sending much love, light and blessings to you dear friend xo
Just thinking of you ~ in my heart Celestex
Submitting and finding comfort in whom watches over you. Enlightening piece.
And to one that he loves, shall not happiness find its way, parting the dark sides of sadness so that your smile will be given life and illuminated again to be brighter than the sun or the stars…a true treasure never passes away, but only waits for one who will praise it’s rerturn…and His love will cure your heart with a purity that will never go away! You know i love the way your write…but there are times when our words speak for themselves things we cannot hide…rise up inspired by the words of those who embrace you daily…love is never far away for it always stays by your side Celeste! I send you my the light of my smile, as it is full of His eternal love and light!
“I sleep in the hand that watches over me” a beautiful ending of hope and faith and a wonderful, work of emotion~xoxo
Hi, you know something that many people no longer know. Sleep in the hand That watches over me, is the Ascension! “You Sleep In The Grip Him There” .
I hope, in your sleep, you get a lot of beautiful and amazing knowledge. Tell me please. …. Happy in your blog …
frosty, sad but i like it..