Love Songs and Guitar Riffs Are Forever Cliche (Part Three)

http://www.geekstinkbreath.net/board/viewtopic.php?t=44557 Part One.

http://www.geekstinkbreath.net/board/viewtopic.php?t=44631 Part Two.

Part Three is this. This is dedicated to Mike, whom shall probably be the sole person I will ever love in my life, and yeah, this is the first love poem I've written about myself. I was told it's incredible but I think it sucks. I hope this is as good as you are, Mikard 'cept I doubt anything can be as good as you. xD Kay, here goes, enjoy n00bs!

Part 3
Love Songs and Guitar Riffs Are Forever Cliched Deceptively

Whisper to a divine cause,
whisper to the chantings of the indefinitely lost.

For when it strikes you down,
the blow is deeper than the scar itself;
the sword of atrocity is
well affixed to its unruly assailants.

And she knew, she knew with all awareness,
with all due respect to the living and the prejudice,
never to be overcome,
never to be overwhelmed with the manipulating malice,
the four letter abomination they once called love.

Yes, the nightmarish ghouls of purity and of heart,
the swarming emotions that
quenched those couples in the dark,
the stench of what was and never came to be,
the manacles that disabled the bold and the free;
Never to infest her, to attack,
to inject her with the poisons of their fiery tacts.

The alleyways, dull and void in their general presence
were the same, just as any night,
those April dusks of frozen dusty ailments,
the incurable illness of depression and melancholy.
The ongoing suffering, ravagings of a heart that had
been looted long before it had been stolen,
for it never had a chance to be caught;

Yet the eternal onslaught was destined to clot,
the wounds that were mended would be abolished,
announced as artificial and forever
buried beneath the sandlots of
“teenage angst, the worthless worries of hormonal demeanors”.

Heavenly embraces and bittersweet valentines
were never more apparent,
never more blatantly expressed between the
devils and the angels;
Well, the daemon and the devil,
both clashing against the waves, the errors of the time;
Revolution, revolution, the fates perfectly aligned;
Two forces in rhythm, yet forever in decline,
tarnished and diminished from the thin black line,
the deity of destiny holding back doomed rights.
Then, united, the long acclaimed elation,
the elongated embrace that applied the intoxicated medication,
the maintenance of their wounds and fatal abrasions,
all intensified in the climax of the moment,
never coming down,
the clouds too thick to inhale reality,
and amidst the peaceful chaos,
they’d never wish to retreat.

For the first time in her ghost she titled “life”,
she was complete, whole, a part of a scheme greater
than the murkiest pinnacles of dirt;
She even felt alive, for it was slightly more than impossible to
deny the undying devotion,
the loyalty of two,
the souls engulfed as one,

it is impossible to deny, to turn away the crimson skies…
yes, between the sighs and whisperings of deviated, yet contented hearts,
infatuation was overcome, never even met,
for the unseen romance expressed,
beyond the roses and the erotic senses, the droning guitar riffs of another song,

love was embraced, and will eternally stay within the
blackened minds of souls enwound,
souls that had been lost and found,
souls tortured and permanently scarred,
yet forever secure within the others arms,
for sufferings and burdens are ethically erased,
the petty mundane pressures of life are shunned and forgotten,
ignored in the eyes of the other,
avoided, averted and unnecessary.

Divine and whole, perfect yet obsolete,
eyes are alleviated when the broken are complete.

That's incredibly beautiful.

I loved this bit:
The alleyways, dull and void in their general presence
were the same, just as any night,
those April dusks of frozen dusty ailments,
the incurable illness of depression and melancholy.
The ongoing suffering, ravagings of a heart that had
been looted long before it had been stolen,
for it never had a chance to be caught;

Thanks darling...You're an inspiration to all.

Divine and whole, perfect yet obsolete,
eyes are alleviated when the broken are complete.

^I must say that was a perfect ending. Nothing could have closed it better.

PANDALOVESTHEE.

ELILOVESTHOU.

<3

Thanks, yeah, I like good endings...XD Thanks love!

'Revolution, revolution, the fates perfectly aligned;
Two forces in rhythm, yet forever in decline, '

I love this part. Amazing.

It rocks, and it's so damn awwwwww

Awwh <3 You guys are really all my insipiration so you're the amazing ones. Thanks Ellen!

Wow, this is amazing, I just read the other parts too. The way you write is just incredible..you have talen!
You're an inpsiration to any writer, they are totally amazing! <3

Loved it, it's so beautiful, darling.

Poetic D: Really? I didn't like it. XD I wrote it in like 7 minutes...Thanks so much!

Fairy!: Awwwh. Yeah, the weird thing is I do inspire people. Don't get why...XDD Thanks!

Snowcherry: As always, thank you dearest