I feel it coming closer,
I feel it almost near.
On my cheek,
Now another tear.

Rolling down,
Just like me.
But it gets so blurry,
That i can't even see.

Time is ticking,
Heart beats are skipping.
Is it just me,
Or am i slowly tripping?

Haunted by time,
Endless and timeless.
For people to say it's only temporary,
But nevertheless.

I'm stuck,
In something called free.
They don't feel,
But i swear i can see.

It coming closer,
Almost grabbing me.
But i'm afraid,
Time is the only thing,
That can guarantee.

-anoeska

For me you've always been my angel sent.
Far from above,
Hoping i'd be the one to catch you,
When your fall, came to an end.
But i fell too, even before i met you.
Therefore i should call myself,
The angel of death.
I looked it in the eyes,
And denied it as a threat.

I'll kiss your broken wings,
Even though your feathers cut me,
Like knives, deep in my heart.
I still gave you something broken,
I still gave you something,
That was already torn apart.

But for me to not forget,
Death kissed me, before you ever could.
Therefore i died,
And layed in the arms of an angel,
Before anyone elses, if i ever would.

The galaxies have called me their own, Before you.
Seeing me as a child of the universe,
Now safe inside their arms,
And no other place,
Where i should belong to.

So i may be upset about the fact,
I never got to call you mine.
But oh darling,
If only i would remind myself,
I was once aligned with trillions of stars.
Therefore before you,
I could already call myself divine.

-anoeska

To your skin,
I write a thousand sonnets;
She recalls the rain.

To your smell,
I sigh a hundred ancient songs;
She sticks to me like toffee.

And oh,
To your eyes ...
To drown in silt stardust,
To smother in her hues.

To your hands,
I bow in thorns and roses;
She's grasped flesh and bone.

To your lips,
I grow ten dozen lilacs;
She carries the taste of your breath.

And oh,
To your voice ...
To asphyxiate in words,
To choke in her cadence.

And just as your veins will be empty of blood seven decades from now,
The tender love is fleeting.

But the rain still falls,
And the bones remain.

In her gauzy garments
Above the bowing trees
The moon has many lovers
In the sighing breeze.

They all take her dancing
In exotic lands
They give her sparkling diamonds
They kiss her milk-white hands.

She is round & fullsome
Or slender as a waif
When she is then waning
Her flowers are kept safe.

Silken skeins of darkness
When she's waxing full
Are parted by her brightness
She is NEVER dull!

Her beaux are all so courtly
But she eschews them all
Her only love can make her pale
She burns at his call...

She lets out her moonbeams
Through her eyes they weep
She loves the one eclipsing her
They can NEVER meet!

She, so strong within her court
Will curtsey when he comes
The moon has many lovers

But she's taken by the SUN.


Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/14/2019

I chase you like a dog,
relentless, unwavering,
with legs that tire
but never stop,

fueled by a never-ending desire
to be loved.

My eyes see past your soul,
piercing the depths of your being,

I've become a secondary character
in my own movie,
obsessing over your every move,
every breath.

You're the director,
and I want to be a star,

but alas, I'm just a pawn
on the board,
my heart beating to the rhythm
of your name,

a prisoner of my own passion.

There is a
screaming
screeching pain
that is so raw.
It's like a
mouse caught in
a glue trap.
It must be locked
away for no one
to see or handle.

And sometimes
on moonless nights
when no one is
around, and the
owls have killed
their prey, and the
teardrops have been
bottled and sold on
the black market,
you may be tempted
to take that pain out,
like a slice of pie,
and taste it.
Be careful.
It may have
fermented and
developed a mind of
its own.