We used to smile then
And laughed for weeks
Back when time had mattered
We'd sit under our tree
When the darkness came
We'd call out the stars
One-by-one they'd come
Like lost children
We'd keep them there
They found their way
Just a memory to help
Pass the time...
with a beam,
It blazed through the crevices of my mental process,
Because of it I felt sharper, more keen,
The memory capsules seemed less repressed,
For my inner persona sparked the kindling of my minds dead underbrush,
The warmth of the emotion ensued the cracking away of the...
The time has come to say goodbye,
Leave all the memories we share behind.
The love I had was pure and true,
But you left me sad and blue.
Looking towards a brand new day,
Without my heart standing in the way.
There will be times happy or sad.
There will be sunshine through the rain.
There will be devine after the pain.
Even when it all seems awful, crazy, and it just wreathes.
Through it all remember to breathe.
very very very
maybe you will stop seeing me
or I’ll become some distant point of light
and you’ll look for a moment
and then move on
because you just lost interest
Then you’ll take the pressure
of your eyes
off of me
and I can escape
Colors withered . . . set to fly
Spill from oaks of autumn skies.
Reds and russets spoiled brown
Now puddle on the forest ground.
Yet rising high for all to see
Their nakedness stood certainty
The skeletons that once bore leaves
A sacrifice amongst the tree's.
Their bony fingers...
Because of you.
My life has been worthwhile.
This wounded heart just flew
Your sun returned my smile.
An ocean sky turned blue
All stars burn bright with fire
Your sweet love so true
Has sent angelic choir.
With lightning in my veins.
put your hands all over it.
Picking through it with your fingers,
choosing what you'd take for your own.
You coveted my skin
so you put your breath all over it.
Hitting like an oven
leaving it parched and dry.
You coveted my heart
so you put your mind all over it...
Yes the eve, latter part of the day,
The locomotive heaved to the stress of its engine,
Yet the track seemed to sway,
The conductor, oh so uncertain,
His sweat gave away his hidden fear,
The rail would no longer hold the burden,
The train’s demise was certainly near,
simple to one of his grandeur,
Of taking to the world the warning of the ages,
For any normal person this task would take a millennium, but to him a mere days tour,
Because to him was granted swiftness on air, thus his deeds required no wages,
Yet, his peril came not from enemy...
To the left <--- Two Glass Doors
They are drafty.
It is windy --- doors blow open.
Tuck my coat up tighter to my shoulders,
Close my eyes
Wait for the buzz...
Take in this moment...
Summer sleeps like Sunday
remembered more splendid
than it ever was
even in full fury
Yam colored Blackfoot
River Pirates unafraid of
waterfalls and water bugs
timeless as tragedy
Hillbillies hell bent
in expensive cars
in short sober snaps
As the rest drifts by...
couldn't you just take the time to be me lover
And let my emotions hold a place
Inside of you
But instead you turnt a cruel blue
Which left me out in the open
Where the medow decayed
And I knew you were coming back so stayed
In the valley of death
You beautiful sun
That frees the trees
From winter embrace
Enabling flowers to show their face.
You revive lonely spires
And light exquisite fires
Of sunsets high.
That dress of blue
That you shine through
We can call the sky.
And as she stood solo
In meadow still
You lit her...
In sea of loneliness, your eyes draw me in close
My nightmares disappear, as my attraction grows
More and more I want to see you and listen to your soul
Your kiss is like a key in my life, Can you make me whole?
I reach out to hold you and I will never loosen my grip...
and with some of the responses myself and others get on here I might not for a while yet... this is was written ten minutes ago just felt the desire to write
The gnaw of a heartless whisper
breeds the wound of goodwill
echoes from the distance
in coldness most pain...
while listening to Chandelier by Sia.
A work in progress but I feel it has a direction worth going.
Wake up, it's a new day
Start it with a smoke and get blown away;
Not that much to say, today
I'm not quite sure how it got this way.
Once upon a time I knew it all
e.s.p. (every sense perfect)
Awaked from my slumber as your scent nears
I turn towards an angel, my dream girl appears
You whisper my name as your lips break the hush
My heart skips a beat and my cheeks run flush
Your hair as black as many lonely night skies
Lonely as the wind I reach like a
Falling climber for you
Desperate pumping heart
waiting to hit the ground
Without a sound
I scream inside as nobody hears
Two souls as one I lay in the night
My gaze fixed on black
Where you once breathed close to me
Your eyes a beacon...
light of the moon
softly dancing across summer tree tops,
before floating down upon the wings of fireflies
than back again
reflecting off the forest's
checkerboard marble floor.
and you my dear,
i always seem to know
just when you are near
a light scent of orchid...
yet we are taught that everything is fair.
To not be beautiful is to be unrealistic;
To fail to see the something inside, artistic.
Most shine dully, watching rusty reflections
Unaware that curves in mirrors are deceptions.
Searching for that flawless finish that won't last...
a smile would cross my face.
Now there is only sadness,
my heart's an empty space.
I've come to the realization,
forever wasn't meant to be.
Maybe it is for some people,
but definitely not for me.
I'm not completely blameless,
I would never be that naive.
She was the one who...
whether it's for myself, or for you.
It feels like that's the only thing left.
Waiting on it so I can finally put this all to rest.
I know it's not going to come easy,
but I want to feel again, feel freely.
It seems that is too much to ask for,
When I believe I deserve much...
Though we have never met.
I see your face in each sunset.
Your words touch me
Like gentle breeze.
The sunlight filtered through the trees
Is your warm embrace.
There is no trace of doubt.
My heart has just found out.
Your smile lights skies above.
I feel your eyes
infatuation. Love you with a passion, but we have no relation. Now I'm my feelings, emotion. You're playing with my heart, manipulation. Girls like you should come with a warning label. Proceed with caution. Unclear are your intentions. You show to much affection, but I never...
don't think yourself superior. the man in the mirror the man no one one else will really understand. the man in the mirror lookin at you lookin at him, the man in the mirror your own human being the man we see the same man you feel the man in the mirror its all real........
and then others say it isn't and i am really confused
Just because it isn’t rape doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt
Doesn’t mean you don’t have to relive every moment of it
Doesn’t mean you don’t have to go through years of counselling
where i could have been anything
i choose to be nothing
in all the years leading up to that point
through all the roles i had imagined
the desires i had transformed into the people i would be
i longed for the life i would live
and when i had arrived at hells doorstep
You are delicate petals of my flower.
The joyous sun at waking hour.
You saturate my soul
Like april shower.
And you glow
Like a sunset sinking,
A fond goodnight.
You teem in silver cascade.
I sit and watch
Through sun kissed forest glade
As you bloom
Why do I love you?
Ask why does sunset die
In morning dew.
Why gentle breeze ripples through
Cooling the soul, elations anew.
Why does tempestuous sea,
With passion unquenched
through countless years,
Keep faithful drenched
In a beaming moon.
Since the very start
I love your smile
I love your laugh
I think you're quite amazing in fact
You make happy
You make me mad
When I am not with you
I am sad
Nobody knows what I go through
Nobody. But you
There's so many words to describe you
I hope it doesn't...
My eyes see through the pain and greed of this society
Everything I see in you is so perfect and real, Can it be?
Longing to be next to you forever, is a feeling I can't speak
I still get butterflies when you says my name, knees weak...
Those lines that serve to hold you in
A noble spirits wrinkled skin
Engraved a dignity so deeply sunk in
Upon the cover wearing thin.
Emotion in motion of a thousand yesturday's
Gently crinkle upon the page
So novel is this coming of age
A distinguished script upon the stage...
A butterfly called love
That lives inside the soul
Where her music of silence plays
Aching in mystical ways
In violet arrays
Of summers lost
Interred by frost.
Lonely in eternal slumber
As our past dreams will encumber
- Just one touch of her lips
Lost in total eclipse...
A Recipe For Loving Change
Start with Self.
I was fat, now I’m perfect.
I had dry skin, now I’m perfect.
I had nerve damage, now I’m perfect.
I am human, but I’m perfect just the way I am.
What change? My mind.
Of his mother,
Fears in the lines
That seemed to smother slightly
Her once gentle face,
Once gentle like no other;
But the day it snowed
She came to know
And her warm pacific heart
Turned an arctic icy.
He never expected
Her to accept it nicely,
His secret love
Dancing in the Rain
She grabs my hand and pulls me towards the shoreline for a closer view
We run through the sand towards the waves and surf, it’s just us two
We look out to the horizon and watch the storm clouds rolling in real fast
Sometimes this place is bursting
And as much as I like solitude,
I enjoy the laundromat folk.
Through them I see their worlds.
I share smiles and laughter with these strangers.
But here is the truth:
We are not strangers. We are ALL related.
Daughters and Sons...
with the diamonds
of forgotten sun.
A devil moon
this sky has spun
with burning tapestry.
and are to be.
in the silence
Of a purple sea.
dancers of eternity,
of golden morning.
With twinkling eyes
unseen to all but me...
A darkness growing stronger,
that will not let me be...
That darkness, it's name, Depression,
consumes down to the core...
Pushes us to our limits,
til we can't take it anymore.
Few people are
Venturing out to do
Their laundry in this cold.
No pitter patter of baby feet on tile.
No yelling mom at screaming kids.
Where is the wise homeless man whom I conversate with so often?
I'm all alone with my thoughts.
My many Thoughts + Convergence = Creation...