Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Dakota Jan 2015
Ice
Clouded days,
Snow in sight .
Darkest night,
The moon's a light.
Quiet frost like crystal- glows,
Burning fire makes warmth flow.
As branches feel the weight,
we learn this winters fate.
Do we let our hearts freeze along?
or learn to sing winters song?
We can only sing together-
to make warm this cold wicked weather,
and I wish for this good to come true
And find warmth in others, in You.

Clean and white canvas anew.
Is it easier to leave it or create in hues?
Winters ice freezing many of them all,
and we hope their cold Hearts might come around next fall.
IM BACK WOO
Dakota Sep 2014
An Explanation


More lines written in my face than an old women.
More lyrical notes than an instrument of your choice,
I'm dancing inside to the sound of your voice .
Each word and phrase creatively counted,
Carefully picked up and placed,
Lights shining between each elegant phrase.

These words flowing from head to mouth,
Much harder than to paper.
Thoughts are lost in revisions and vapor.
I lose my heart and my voice,
With silly fears I've lost my choice.
Now I've come here with these words to say,
But all my metaphors got in the way.
So I'll say the words that will woo,
a small phrase that I can say,
I love you.
^.^
  Sep 2014 Dakota
Tim Preston
The clock ticks away second by second
Counting down the time which passed
I wait on  eager anticipation
For the time where I hold you at last
For my heart eager's to be next to yours
Beat for beat, we create a metronome
A synchronization you but once get to feel
When we realize that our love is forever and real
For every second that the clock ticks by
I await for your kiss, and the love you provide
And the love I have for you is greater than words
My dear love, my heart will forever be yours
When you truly love someone, every minute apart feels like an eternity.
  Sep 2014 Dakota
Tim Preston
Life, solemn and cold
Mostly resembles a pile of ashes
Still they all fall short, none bold
One can only pray that bliss will take hold  
But then, something magical begins to take flight
From the cold isolation sitting there in the night
And from the pile this began to ascend
You, the Phoenix, rose apart from them

You lit the sky with brilliant fire
Similar to which you lit my desire
Desire to cherish this blessing from high
Your beauty as dazzling as the fire in the sky
Your love like the sunset, in which there’s no fear
Because come morning I know it will be here
And in this eternity I know we can stay
For I wish to hold it the rest of my days

For from despair I’ll finally awaken
As my heart you quickly have taken
And take you may, but protect you must
And together we can stay out of the dust
For ash is not as dismal nor sad as I feared
When in my arms, I can hold you right here
The fire to keep us warm in the cold
Our love to burn forever, as we grow old
And if my body becomes ash again
For you my love would rise from them
Dedicated to the girl who has my heart and my love forever
Dakota Jul 2014
If everyone else was a drizzle,
you're a downpour.
If they were locked,
you were the open door.
As easy as a breeze,
blown by the sea,
are the feelings between you and me.
They, a small tune,
You a symphony.
A warm song that can keep me company.

As these summer months fade and are plundered,
By the lengths of fleeting time while I sit and wonder.
I hope we stay as we are,
With everyone else the sky and us the stars.
I dont always say what I am thinking the right way in person. So here's what I could've said if  I would've only organized my thoughts when I spoke. haha
Dakota Jun 2014
I see the peeling paint upon the wall,
Along with bricks ready to fall.
The thunder is drawing near,
Whispered words are spoken with fear.
The rain is here with all it brings.
The smell? the sorrow of forgotten things.
Taste the tension in the air?
Bitter lonliness, lack of care.
Just like marble, cold and smooth,
I reach for a heart impossible to soothe.
Can you feel the sky falling down?
But if you'd never known, you wouldn't hear a sound.
~inspired by Poe's Short Story "The Fall of the House of Usher" .
Dakota Jun 2014
The words have been said,
Oh they have been said.
But theres so many questions still in my head.

I wonder, I wonder.
My mind trailing in circles like birds in the sky.
What if? What if? How can I trust?
And why?

Why, why why must I think so much?
For too much thinking makes me so out of touch.
Out of tune, like an old claironet, blaring and sounding in the off pitch sound of it.

So for now I'll write and compose.
Compose myself for who would ever know,
of the symphony of thoughts mixed up in my mind,
Waiting for that harmonized day where there'll be clarity I'll find.
Next page