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Sold my Soul (Poem)

My eyes are like marbles,
Unmeaningfull my tears.
I’ve grown very weary,
Over the years.

Though time passes me by,
I cannot keep my grip,
My reality flashes by,
And I’m lost in my dreams.

I Cannot wake,
Though I try and I try,
These monsters drag me down,
Into the deep dark abyss.

I know that they cry for me,
But they cannot seem to find me,
They lost me to the darkness,
And I lost my way home.

I know that the nightmares,
Will never leave me alone.
They say that the eyes are windows to the soul,
But can you find mine?
I’ll give you a hint:
It’s made out of stone.

Time is slipping,
And I’m still dreaming,
Will I never wake?
These monsters have changed me,
And now I seem to dwell in their hiding place.

I’m slowly losing,
This battle to live,
but somehow I don’t care if I win.

Save me,
Save me,
Are my only last words,
But my mouth is shut like the tomb,
And they do not hear a word.

They inch,
Closer,
Closer,
Towards the plug,
Then quickly,
They yank it,
With a tug.

I've lost,
And I’m fading,
They ended me,
And did not shed a tear.
The darkness is all consuming,
But I've known him for years,
And I welcome his touch,
As he wipes my tears.

I feel nothing at all,
Is this what call numb?
My soul has found its rest,
As my marble eyes slowly close.
The tomb is shut,
And I’m buried below,
I dwell with the monsters,
In this world unknown.

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(c) 2013. All copyrights belong to Racquel Kechagias.

Bella Ella (Poem)

Cruelty, that was all she ever knew.
Her sisters hated her,
Her Mother despised her,
Her Father six feet under,
and there was nothing to do about it.

And as all fairy tales go,
Her story has a beginning,
A middle,
And an ending too.

Cinderellie,
Cinderellie,
From rags to riches,
Her life changed in one wish coming true.

An onion,
A bunch of mice,
A wand,
A spell,
Hush now as the fairy says her spell.

The music makes him sway,
The women makes him want to puke,
How could he do this,
That cheeky little Duke?

Lights dim,
Dancers sway slightly,
She enters the room,
And the world comes to a standstill.

She’s beautiful,
In a white silk gown,
Glass slippers adorn her feet,
Her hair frames her face,
And with the moonlight shining behind her,
The prince mistakes her for an angel.

Ella feels a blush rise on her cheeks,
It feels as if all eyes are upon her,
She wants to back out,
Run from all that she’s facing,
But then their eyes meet,
A million lifetimes,
Lived in that one moment.

They cannot part,
As he moves unknowingly towards her,
Joining together for their first dance.

He’s everything she’s ever dreamed of and more,
Handsome and Charming,
His eyes alluring,
And his smile seducing.
There's magic swirling within her,
Around her,
And she knows that he feels it too.

They move in to kiss,
Underneath the ethereal moonlight,
But she parts from him as the clock strikes midnight,
And his lips miss.

She runs,
Afraid that the magic would end,
And he would see her as nothing but a fraud.

Heart pumping,
Feet thumping,
As she’s running.
Running from the castle,
Running from the guards,
Running from her true love,
And Knowing,
With all her mind, heart and soul,
That nothing was to come of it.

The magic ends as she collapses in her room,
Tears fall from her cheeks,
And stains the rags that she wears,
She knows that she’ll never see him again,
He is after all a prince,
And she a pauper,
But the magic was there,
And it remains in her heart,
Even till this day.

Her pale skin,
Thin and fragile,
Her hair white with age,
The wheel spinning,
And slowing down,
Her life is coming to an end,
But the magic still remains,
And She’s young once more in her dreams,
Dancing with her Prince Charming,
The magic swirling within her,
Around them,
However this time their lips meet,
When he leans in for that fateful kiss.
In her dreams her heart races,
In reality it comes to a still.
In her dreams her breath catches,
In reality she takes her final breath.
He was her true love,
And she was faithful to him to the very end.

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(c) 2013. All copyrights belong to Racquel Kechagias.

The Raven (Poem)

The Raven,
With her eyes of cold fire,
And her scarlet lips,
Watches me,
Ever waiting.

She knows my heart,
My soul,
She knows of my past,
And the Demons I’ve fought.
She knows me as she knows herself,
Perhaps even more so.

It scares me,
The intensity that the raven cares for me,
Perhaps even loves me.
This hell-sent angel,
Has sought me out,
And she waits,
As she watches,
Searching through the cracks for the moment to appear,
In all the grim despair,
That she could ever bring.

She fights with my demons,
Her lips of thunder booming,
As her voice climbs above the roar.
She fights for my life,
She fights to be the one in control.
She wants to possess me,
And I fear for my life,
As she may very well already have me.

In the dim, cold light of dawn,
The waking world opens their eyes to the light,
But no light ever reaches my soul,
For she watches me,
Evermore,
The Raven girl,
With her eyes of cold fire,
And lips of thunder,
Has won control.

She whispers in my ear,
Of her love and of her joy,
And it makes me grow cynical and old,
As her dark, possessive love takes control.

The Raven,
Is ever present,
Her ivory white skin,
Naked between my bed sheets,
She waits and watches,
For me to lose control,
Evermore.

Time passes,
And I quickly become ignorant,
Of right and wrong,
All I know is of The Raven,
With her eyes of cold fire,
And her lips of thunder,
With her warm, ivory skin,
And cold, dark soul.

She is all I know,
I know her better than myself,
She pushed the demons back,
and took full control.
Her love was her motive,
And now it is mine,
As I get lost in the sheets of my bed,
With her warm skin of ivory white.

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(c) 2013. All copyrights belong to Racquel Kechagias.

The Royal Affair (Poem)

His dark eyes seek me out,
Across the dance floor.
He stands dressed in a tux,
A black mask covering his eyes.
A wicked curve to his lips,
Passion like fire burning in his eyes,
Begging, pleading for my attention,
And yet I cannot oblige.

My Husband twirls my daughter on the dance floor,
Her smooth, ivory arms,
Insinuating her youth,
Her warm golden eyes look up into his icy blue,
And I smile simply at the love I have for those two,
And yet as I look up again,
I find my lover across the room,
His passionate eyes burning with anger,
For he had caught me watching my family,
With all the pride a mother and wife could have.

My lover strides across the room and down a hall,
I quickly follow him,
Knowing that his anger could be destructive,
If not calmed with the balm of our love.

He is not gentle,
As I stumble upon him,
His hands grab at me roughly,
Pulling me in,
Drawing me near,
I know what he wants,
And yet somehow I don’t revoke the idea,
I find love and warmth in his arms,
My masked crusader,
My dark knight,
He who is my husbands favoured,
And my lover in the cold, dark nights.

I don’t dare to stop him,
And I moan as he takes me,
In the empty room he had pulled me into.
As he bites and teases my skin with his lips,
I know what he means to say,
That I am his and I cannot be allowed to forget it,
But how could I possible forget the warmth of his love,
In my husband’s infertility?

It is rough and quick,
Only meant to last for one single moment in time,
We don’t have time to talk,
Or simply be,
There are matters at hand,
And he knows that I’m needed else where,
As much as I know that we cannot be seen.

The night draws to a close,
And he is gone before most,
My husband takes me later on in the night,
And yet all I can think of as his hands touch me,
Is of my lover,
Fleeing into the night.

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It is years later,
Before I see my lover again,
I am cold, and grey and old.
And yet he is still young,
His passionate eyes shinning with joy,
His warmth everlasting,
He pulls me in,
Draws me in,
And promises never to let me go,
As I take my final breath.

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(c)2013. All copyrights belong to Racquel Kechagias.

What is this about?

This blog is simply a collection of my writing (poetry, short stories etc) as I just felt like sharing. Feel free to browse and read but please do not take the writing as your own.