We all paint our lives.
The mountains of challenges,
The rivers of tears,
The waterfalls of joy.
We mix the colours of sorrow and laughter
And add the colours of experience and the years that passed.
The souls we will always remember
And the moments we will never forget.
We’d been together so long, it seemed
That nothing could tear us apart,
We lived our lives in a world of dreams
And Barbara lived in my heart,
But frost had covered the window pane
And then it began to snow,
As Barbara turned, with a look of pain
And said, ‘It’s best that you go.’
I didn’t know what she meant at first
As I looked up from my book,
“Go where?’ I questioned, but thought again
As she quelled my heart with a look.
‘I said I want you to leave,’ she cried,
And her face was set in stone,
‘We’ve come to the end of the path,’ she sighed,
‘I want to be left alone.’
Then suddenly all confusion reined
I didn’t know what to say,
Whatever had brought this mood on her,
I wished it would go away.
But she was firm, and she packed my things
And ushered me out the door,
I stood there shivering in the cold
To be back on my own once more.
I found a flat and I camped the night
There was barely a stick or chair,
I’d have to buy all the furniture
To make it a home in there.
But I sat and cried in the empty room
As the question came back, ‘Why?’
I’d loved her so and my heart was torn,
I thought I wanted to die.
I went to her with my questions, but
She slammed the door in my face,
Whatever love she had had for me
Had vanished, without a trace.
It hurt so much that she cut me off
With never so much as a sigh,
I called that all that I wanted was
To tell me the reason, why?
The roses had bloomed so late that year
Were still in the garden bed,
We’d always tended the bush with joy,
We both loved the colour red,
So I snipped one off as I left one day,
And planted it under her door,
To let her know that I loved her still
I didn’t know how to say more.
Her brother called in a week or so,
Said she was in hospital,
She’d gone in just for a minor cure
And thought that he’d better tell.
So I caught the bus and I went on down
With a quaking fear in my heart,
She hadn’t said there was something wrong
Before she tore us apart.
The doctor came in his long white coat,
His brow and his face was grim,
I said, ‘Don’t tell me the news is bad,’
He said, ‘I’m out on a limb.
Your wife just passed from the surgery,
But she pulled, from under her clothes,
And asked if I’d pass this on to you,’
In his hand was a red, red rose.
David Lewis Paget
I'll plant a kiss in your lips,
So that a smile will grow in it,
Then its roots will reach into your heart and soul,
And that love will be its fruit.
© Earl Jane
OMG. Lol. I didn't realize this became the daily poem ON MY BIRTHDAY. Hahaha.. Lots stuff are happening today and I am really happy. Thank you everyone
Did the sea
it must have
taken your breath
for you to
Did you love the
As the skies
in your tangled
mess of hair,
it trickled down
your smiling face
- into your mouth,
I can almost imagine,
Did the sea
as you divulged
Did you not
Did you not
Did you love
the sea so dearly,
to let it's
to even colder
My love is an uncertain kind of love.
My love is a hidden kind of love.
It’s the kind of love you’re too afraid to share,
too afraid to act upon because
even today in the 21st century,
war is more holy
than my kind of love.
Flesh pressed against flesh,
lips linger for milliseconds
before my love grows into
a self destructive kind of love,
and sets itself on fire
because when your love is like my love,
the sound of footsteps approaching your doorstep
becomes the sound of fear.
Avert thy gaze
lest you want me
to place my eyes
upon your very soul
undressing you down
to the sparks
in your bones
your cells will unravel,
the very tectonic plates
of your being
shifting and tripping
the ripe dew of my lashes
Please, do not spread your
silken milky way
all of your precious jewels
exposed to the light
of the darkest night
in mysterious pleasures
For they will reflect
in the blues of my retinas
You will be speechless
for the lack of need
I will only handle them
with utmost care
unless, of course
you want it rough
and flung out into the ether
dashed upon rocks of our
in the mewing
of the dark hours
will take the delicacy
of your petalsilk
and thrust it into
planes of healing
It might hurt,
just by pure release of pain
but I will rock you
after your skin has
to reveal earthen wombs
and clits and scars
that are only made of the
fibers of our stars
I will rock your
until your very soul
quakes and crumbles
trembling into the bright
the exposure of darkness
mixed together with light
So let me
gather you up
into the fragile sinews
of my very layers
let me pull you to me
in a whirlwind
of sacred and
that roll, like
into the potency
I'm from the house of rage,
From the chaos.
Hearing the agony in the voices here are piercing to my ears.
Seeing the abuse here causes blurriness to my watery vision.
I'm from the impulsive behavior,
From the reckless habits.
The fuller the house the lonelier it becomes,
I'm striving to leave this household.
I have too much panic at the thought of your relapsing.
I’m locked behind the bars of your addiction.
I'm from the endless cycle,
From the lost of hope.
I live within the swoorfull walls to your disease.
There's not a task you don't complete without a rush.
Your eyes are always wondering;
while your mind tries to find ease.
I'm from the witness,
From your self-conviction.
You always leave your bedroom,
With the expression of guilt.
It's such a shame that you’re entwined with these pills;
You swallow each other whole.
They have became your security item,
Along with a silent call for help.
I'm from the room next door,
From the room of tears.
Anytime pain approaches
You always make it vanish.
I wish you would allow yourself to feel again;
To be free and happy on your own.