Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Death Within Your Eyes ( Sept. 29, 2010 )

The light flickers from your eyes as life slowly erodes from your grasp.
As your breathing gets slower, I find a tempest of tears descend from my eyes. 
I have no interest in loosing you, but yet I find that choice is no longer mine.
Nor has it ever been and never again might be. 
So as I hold your hand to my heart, you slowly begin to slip from away.
Suddenly your breath becomes absent and death has called checkmate.


Copyright © 2014 Ashlie Pfeifer


Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Woman ( Sept. 28, 2010 )

Your eyes are of no comparison and your beauty has no bounds. 
As I gaze at you from afar, I suddenly fade into a sweet tranquility.
For you are woman, more gorgeous than any creature life has sustained. 
And as your essence is within my gaze, I can only ponder upon your vision. 
For I can not forget those lips, as I could not forget the voice that comes from them.
It is your eyes my dear, they are of no comparison, and that beauty - it has no bounds.


Copyright © 2014 Ashlie Pfeifer


Saturday, September 18, 2010

The Storm ( Sept. 18, 2010 )

The storm rages as the rain pelts me like bullets. 
Soon I become numb to the pain, and begin to enjoy the serenity of all of nature's beauty.
As the desolated darkness lurks, the freezing weather runs through my veins, and the chills quiver up my spine. 
Finally my toes begin to curl and the ecstasy of lightening and thunder derives within me. 
I lay on the ground ans render all, in which I am, to the earth. 
Soon, we become one and the unbearable reminiscing of my subconscious happens to seize.
Finally, I am who I was meant to be, finally I can be me. 

Copyright © 2014 Ashlie Pfeifer


Thursday, September 16, 2010

Never Again ( Sept. 16, 2010)

As he heard the tales told, his mind pondered, reminiscing the memories. 
The pain that once was has awaken yet again.
To bring with it only an ounce of happiness.
As his eyes fill with visions of his past, he soon becomes blind in the sweet tranquility of sorrow. 
In thus, we find life's evaporation into oblivion. 
And for love to never have truly existed to begin with. 


Copyright © 2014 Ashlie Pfeifer