Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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To drown

A heart wide open

with nothing to buoy her

amid crested waves

falling beneath the surface

to drown of her own volition

in a sea of empathy

a relentless tide that spills

over her

pulling and pitching her headfirst 

into the deep

the darkness feeding

her exhaustion.

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Beneath the surface

The older I get,

the more I realise

just how like the sea I am.

It was always blue to me,

that liquid expanse of horizon.

Melancholic with longing.

A churning, churlish mass of feeling,

everything happening beneath the surface,

much like my own insides.

A soul at turns calm or chaotic.

But as quickly as it is stirred,

bellowing forth with a tempest of emotion,

it is released and gentles itself.

Changeable tides

that ebb and flow as response,

some inner metronome

that keeps a steady beat

like my heart.

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I am not made of stone

I am not made of stone.

I have been told

That I wear my heart upon my sleeve

That my writing tells all.

While my writing is imbued with

My thoughts, my feelings, my desires

I write only what I want known.

I am a world of private thoughts and feelings

Pain and joy

Mine to share

If I desire.

You will not find me crying publicly

But that does not mean I don’t hurt

It does not mean that the tears I shed

Don’t run hot down my face

When I am alone.

I am not made of stone

I get confused and frustrated

I have feelings

I have pride

I can be hurt by unkindness

By insensitivity

Especially when it’s unwarranted

Though you’ll never know how much.

 No, I am not made of stone

I am made

Of heart

And soul

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*Not a new piece but always relevant, always me.

©SirenSong1208 ~ 2015

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The Key

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Entrusted with a skeleton key

No ordinary key

It fit the lock around one heart only

There was nothing to identify where the key would fit

But he knew instinctively it was hers

Precious as her heart was to him

He kept the key close to his own

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Her Heart

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Her heart was gentle

And when she loved

She loved deeply

But it was the rare guest

Who was allowed

Such propinquity

To her and her heart

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