Archives for August 7, 2013


When I look into your eyes,
I can see my soul…
Because your heart and mine,
Are one and the same.
It is as if, with one look,
You make the whole world disappear.

When I am with you,
I feel as if nothing else matters…
And when you are gone,
I feel like I could die a thousand sordid deaths
Just to get back to your arms.

I have never loved someone this way.
A love that feels as if my life depends on it,
A love that gives me a serene understanding,
Of what true happiness can be.
You are a part of me,
Our souls intertwined in such a way,
That to lose you, would be to lose myself.

Hell to me, is not a fiery pit of torture beneath the heavens,
But an existence in which we are apart.

– By Lauren Anne Pascal, 2012

The Poorest Promise

The delicate voice of conscience called,
As I listened in the quietness of my soul;
There where secrets began to seep and overflow,
There where answers began to unfold;
Deep and damaging,
I had them received.

The serpent bit. I was his prey.
Wading through erroneous emotions;
Years wasted on a festering foundation;
Shaken by truth,
Awakened by the poorest promise.

It’s a place I never wanted to revisit,
But the fire burnt through,
And built an entrapping hedge;
I could no longer breathe;
Arrested in the heat of all the blank spaces,
And everything else in between.

It manifested like a man-sized,
Mannequin beast;
Hurled careless words
that cut deeper than a knife;
Like fighters in the rain,
Raw, lethal and exposed.

The power of an undivided heart;
In the thickness of the night;
Such a priceless theft,
Of the cheapest known vow;
Retreating to advance,
But never to be visited again.