The Forged Quill

  AND HENCE LOVE WANED The once irrefutable belief That love is forever Became a lie with her departure, Her newfound ignorance and anger Following me everywhere like a shadow Clouding my thoughts, making me grieve Reminiscing the beautiful times we had.   Oh we held hands, talked like friends And maybe, just maybe, had fallen for each other, We’d walked miles smiling and laughing, Teasing, getting closer than ever been Ashes to ashes is now what it is With the fire ceased and now the smoke Hanging between, rendering us unfamiliar.   Matters of the heart, as they say, Beguiles the mind, and puppeteers the tongue, With eyes not seeing much far beyond apparent sublimity And the thoughts staying hence on impression and admiration. Now with the notions of ‘love’ ebbing The heart sits alone, crying and the mind, restless Desperate and addicted to the intimacies of the past.   -F. Julian    

A HEARTBREAK Out on a cold London night I strolled past the lights Dim and flickering as was My life, my life here Blew past me a wind So frosty and frigid. As miserable as I was My misfortune spelled out In front of me by a voice I Recognized as that of Fate Of which I cared so little about Back the day when I was a free man. Now I am burdened with The chains of what resemble Frigid steel and emotionless silver A shade so metallic, which has Seemed to pierce my heart through An interstice too large for patches. So disdainful is the feeling that It kills the soul inside out, and twists The mind about something that You wouldn’t likely get back The image still pertains in my mind, a place That belonged to her once. How harrowing it is for one to feel Utter heartbreak that one couldn’t Feel anything, anything but a tap On his shoulder, by Fate herself Telling him something that he Cannot ever bear to discern. The ...

ACROSS THE CRYSTAL SEINE Across the crystal Seine stood I Admiring His finest artwork A girl about my age with sublime blonde tresses An enchantress, with a cherry aura Looking at the azure sky Sitting on her ever beautiful shanks. So mystically enthralled was I Something rose in my heart A vehemence, so strong With an urgency of desire Just by admiring an artwork Of inordinate finesse. Soon her eyes met mine An excellent shade of turquoise In dissimilitude to the aura she So vividly possessed And soon did I realize Her matchless place in all humanity. We met upon the Pont Dame Knowing nothing of each other But of our eyes that we locked Only a short while ago The hormones raged, relentless. She spoke with a voice I Couldn’t place with her soft tongue A voice full of pain and grief Each syllable a story Like a bird in agony trying To free itself from strong steel. A pain that I was desperate about To know th...