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”And He calls it Fate”

This is a poem i wrote about the fascinating story of the Bible about Adam and Eve. This is how I like to imagine how they were 🙂

 

it wasn’t a descent

nor a Birth

i was formed

his rib became mine

 

he calls me Eve

i call him Adam

no human besides us

in this ”world”?

 

we don’t converse

he stands from afar

gazing at me with his big black eyes

his lips curve to an unknown expression

 

two confused souls

stranded here in Eden

there is only one thing standing between us

The Tree that will start the tragedy of our epic romance

 

he comes closer

our souls longing to merge together

clearly i am the positive to his negative

i am the only voice he will want to receive

 

we become companions

we then begin to communicate in our unique language

using whatever noises comes out of our vocals

we control our hand movements to sign language

 

the weather is pleasant

the wind makes The Tree ever so beautiful

the temptation becomes stronger

he longs to give into his desire

 

i never meant for it to happen

everything would have been Perfect if it wasn’t for this incident

the fault was mine

the Sin was his

 

my soul mate transgressed

the first man to ever have done so

i am not ashamed

i love him despite his flaws

 

we are banned from the garden

The Tree isn’t between us anymore

now we are in the black shadows

the sword of fire is blocking Eden’s entrance

 

everything has changed

soon Adam will fade

Death will come into the picture

Evil now has the power to prevail

 

Indeed this is a romantic tragedy

but it was His intention

for without Evil

where is Good?

 
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Posted by on November 22, 2011 in romance

 

”You and I”

It has been a while

Since you and I

I the emotional

And  you, the vessel to my feelings

A talent?

Perhaps a hobby?

Whatever the relief is labeled as

I think of it as escapism

You and I

I the creative

And you the masterpiece

The finished product of my madness

You inhale life

I exhale my depth into words

That penetrates whatever you are

Into your demonic force that I am drawn to

I crave you

The tips of my fingers are aching

For that familiar sensation

The one that I have been experiencing for years

You are the blank sheet

Of unwritten words

The innocent turned scarred

Because of my never ending  and obscure ideas

This poem was written after about a month of not writing anything. I missed writing dearly thus I dedicated a poem..well..to my love for writing!

 
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Posted by on November 22, 2011 in writing

 

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