Skylark Poetry

Apprehension. Trepidation. Consernation. What is it to feel? What is it to know internal conviction? What is it to be sure? Apprehensively I looked upon my face Do I know her? Do she know me? Who are they? Apprehension. ___ Skylark 24/04/2019 10h11

Free from what held me. Drowning in what I have. Lost in words unspoken. And wrought in overthought. Trying to breath. Lungs suffocating. I am lost I am free I am no longer me. Isla Skylark @artpoetry 19 March 2019

Muddied words of lies I just cannot decipher. A slew of words deafened by the absence of action. An absence so felt, that I forget myself. A lie, up on a lie. Watch it pile, as honesty becomes a fading echo. As lies corrode whatever was left of the hope that I felt. You guided me with guilt and persuaded yourself to believe. To believe that your inaction was hope. (You ask me to love. You ask me to wait. You ask me to give my heart. When you just take.) (When you have given me none.) Utterances with inaction: Lies. Isla Skylark 11 September 2018 15:41

I wake beside her. In her bed enough for the both us. In her bed a bubble for our souls to meld. A home for us both. She turns to look into my dreamfilled eyes. her smile in the shape of "Good morning"; her arms a blanket of "I hope you slept well". My arms a story of "I don't want to leave". *** The sun has risen, I am forced to get up. Reality, Responsibility, All this beckons for our attentions. All our will to be devoted, no longer to us in our dream, but to our lives without each other. Our moments without each other. Our walks alone. An ours without an us. *** A shower away. My face is made. I look upon on her bed and remember our home within it. I smile as she pulls me to her arms. I breathe in her essence, feel her soul once more, embrace her heart in mine; As I wait for the dream to end. *** Shoes on my feet. Her, making coffee. The day beckons. Until the next time... Isla Skylark ~ @artpoetry ...

I wake up to the sound of terror echoing from my soul. Knowing that my life needs this. Knowing that I cannot go further without this. I have been trying to avoid the gapping hole, constantly whispering sweet nothings to me, calling me to stay. -urging me to drown. Every waking morning, I question my existence. I ignore the question, I ignore the hollows of my soul. I ignore it so that I may choose life. I ignore it so that I may live. The hollows keep me insane. It keeps me cold It keeps me from getting lost in the sea of the people around me. It keeps me warm. The hollows are feeling neglected. Isla Skylark ~ @artpoetry 28 Sep 2017 ~ 11h30

In all the words I've written, I have lost myself I have betrayed myself I written words untrue to me now. I read the posts, and stories, and poems, That all I felt so deeply about. I do not feel at all now. My passions, a kindness, a true, decent human being. A radiating innocence, A kaleidoscope bubble encasing a heart. Have I betrayed her? Do I want to be her? She believed that she could change the world. She wanted to change the world. She carried so many in her heart. So many has torn her soul. So many has broken her heart. Does she still love? @Art Poetry Isla Skylark 7/9/17 @ 12h35

I sat next to her. I felt a kindred soul. Agasp by her smile. The glint in her eyes. A wave of knowing overtook my soul. I knew. Like I knew. That I know.  An echoing in my soul. Her heart, her mouth without words: Screams reverberated in the caverns of my souls. Her voice, shouting out to find me. She found me waiting.  She found me in limbo. She found me in free fall. And outstripped me with her love. A strange love. An unknown love. A love I could not help, but to love. She eclipsed me. With the ladder she built. With the tree she planted. With her voice she sang. With her freedom she held me. Her heartbeat upon my skin. Her lost strands of hair  - reminders of her constant presence. Her hands, strong, peaceful, knowing, Kind. Her soul, I call home. Written by: Isla Skylark Date: 20/11/2016 _ 18h53 @ArtPoetry