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.
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.
Love will come again.
Like softest summer rain
On sleeping fields of flowers.
Fragrant and new.
Sunlit and blue.
She leaves her ivory towers
And calls my name
On sweetest birdsong breeze.
Through the trees.
Time can't tame.
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"Invading Points Of Structured Light"
I can feel sound decomposing
and filling with a rotten substance
today I bled on a rose thorn
tomorrow I never remember
I've also heard the sound of death
for I need guidance
shattered sense of misgiving
the isolated hymn for peace
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
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 running in circles.
The chase never stops
because no one catches no one
yet both hearts break,
shame if only one does.
The butterflies stop swirling
and the music tastes bitter
and the human race is hateful
because it?s always the same fate:
a never-ending tug-of-war...
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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.
When stars fell
On a lonely street.
Were destined to meet
To defrost frozen hearts.
Where stardust covered love
When they trembled
In their bed.
And passion travelled
from their heart
To way below.
What candlelight dance
Could match the glow...
against your chest? It's alive. When we're together our hearts beat violently, trying to break out of our chests to just have that moment where they can become one in a literal sense. Our hearts may never touch, but they speak to each other. Boom, boom, boom.
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...
This is my first time writing a poem. It is not finished yet.
It's half past ten at night and you are on my mind
As I lay alone in my full size bed
Wishing in fact that it could be filled by your presence.
Thoughts rush through my head from our past encounters
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...
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...
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
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.
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
The consciousness and the unforeseen,
Unraveling the span of time,
And the words do not always rhyme,
Where reason has no useful place,
And smiles abandon this old face,
Where all your judgment lashes out,
Leaving my mind just filled with doubt,
Has this life of mine...
My dearly departed friend.
Have you somehow lost your way?
Are are you just around the bend?
We once stood side by side,
you said we'd never separate.
Yet this world now feels so cold,
and even more empty, as of late.
Just when I needed you the most,
that's when you chose to...
leaves nothing but darkness
What was bright and vivid
Now dark and moody
But just as beautiful
The laughter of the day exist
Only from the cries at night
Cries no one else can hear
Tears that hold reasons, pain, and memories
To know true light
And it's core beauty
You can't be...
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,
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
but I blink them away. I wish those thoughts would stay present on days where I feel the most down. Instead, replacing them are thoughts that resemble a never ending pile of bricks. I use those bricks to break windows of the most comforting places so I can escape. I use those...
Seeing nothing, I see everythingHere in this dark prisonThe light seldom permeatesDeliberate, though I concentrateIs nothing more than emptinessThere is nothing but a holeSpiral deeper, downwardsShould I not find the end?Seeking something, finding nothingHear the flutter of tiny...
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...
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...
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
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...
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
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...