there is beauty in the ugly::a collection [older poems i wrote]

a foresaken calamity

all the beatitude of a dame,
the amicable fortitude--
that once engaged her with bliss.

oh, the bliss--tis astray.

she is left weeping,
weeping for what once was--

her ravishing life vanquished,
thus leaving her bare and vulnerable,
displenishing any frugality that prevailed in her.

abandoned. buried. adrift.

her vibrant love crushed.
the austere, lifeless solidity of a dame--
now lay on the--fallen earth.

covered with impurities.
she has become a foresaken calamity.

this is my valedictory.

anew

oh, how she is imperceptible,
her essence harmonized--
with the ebony of night.

her benevolence is in a mask--
pleading to be ascertained!

--her obliterated swain
regards past her dismal being--

she shall execute with propriety.
inspiring on with her ravishing essence.

consigning to oblivian,
he who set her adrift--

this precious imperceptible damsel.
whom in time, will love anew.

ruined beauty

she lay in a linn of tears.
wretched by his eminent
words of closure--

her inclination of forlornment,
transpired subitaneously.

the radiant essence that
abided in her--
shattered.

she ceased herself away.
the utter likeness of her bloom--
now fading, fadin, fadi, fad, fa, f...

torn

look at me now--
what have i become?
i am bare, torn sheets--
they lay on the floor.

i engaged in my vulnerability--
created in myself,
damaged goods.

i gave all of me,
all of me was
--taken away--

the sheets now lay on the
cold.
dark.
floor.

torn.