and the wind will blow
and you will drift
guided by chance
and an unseen navigator  
like a ship on a raging sea
or a butterfly caught in the wind

just don't close your eyes

the light may be
too bright or too dim
the crumbling ruins
may fall hard
beside and inside you

but don't be found
holding tightly to the cocoon
when the metamorphosis
has long been completed.

        
          --Daniel Irwin Tucker

She stood for so many silent minutes staring out that frosted window, replaying each season again in her mind.
  Tapestries of memory swiftly unraveled by such frigid winds.
Ice claws at those swollen eyes with fury but no feeling remains

      So much time has passed since those golden days of spring, when they danced in the firefly's flames
    They trusted the rain....made love in a home of dew and droplets wearing no more than laughter
Soon life went though that rain became storms that swept away those cherished joys

     House became home while secretly lacking the heart within its' foundation
   Hopes hung out to dry in the warmth of the sun returned scorched, little more than ash to hold
Dreams belong in the darkness so together they packed them away for safe keeping.

____________________­______

No longer can she stand alone in the bitterness of winter, such gloom contaminating every facet of existence

     Stolen away the joy and hope that once existed, no more than raw flesh and bone remain

Fast falling from that cliff into the rocks below a sense returns that her spirit's free...


Tidal waves of time had carried those boats to different shores where they returned to she and he
Forbidden mentions of us or we...affections now buried somewhere in some sand...

Raul Zamarripa III
Raul Zamarripa III
Dec 11, 2016

If I were a lonesome, shooting star,
Drifting through deep space from afar,
Reflecting on life, musing each pause,
In cosmos spread out like a fine gauze,

I'd voyage the galaxy with an echo,
Greet every luminary a kind hello.
I'd visit a sun, have a warm conversation,
Host a gathering for a constellation.

I'd follow the rush of a meteor shower,
Examine a nova for a brief hour.
Pass by the Milky Way, have me a stroll.
Comfort the sorrows of a black hole.

I'd stop to witness a nebula.
An intricate birth of beauty unearthed.
Briefly listen to the cries of a moon,
Then assure him, "I'll be back soon..."

But after I've traveled the end of the line,
Reaching a void, beyond space and time,
I'd conclude in my heart, "I've not gone so far",
For I'd still only be a lonesome, shooting star...

© 2016 Raul Zamarripa III
#sun   #moon   #space   #galaxy   #star   #void   #lonesome   #drifting   #nebula  
We Are Stories
We Are Stories
Nov 16, 2016

put an empty hand under water
and watch it waste away, watch it squander-
let it stay and stay the same, let it ponder
and never do a single thing, never wander-
look at the sink as it drips
never drink never sip,
just stare as the the wooden floors
turn to mold and corrode under sudden force-
turn your eyes away
don't you even look
although we want to stay
we know the time that it took
to be a ghost in the day
but then at night we're a rook
i used to beg to go play
but now my life i forsook-

pinch yourself because the blood wont swell
up high enough for you to smell
that armpit sweat from being too nervous to tell
the truth sometimes, so we hide in our shell
from the growing guilt making it hard to not yell
- but swallow it down, ignore the burdens you felt-


the meadows are nonexistent in southern Florida,
when will i see more than dried up sand-
the forests have washed away into suburbia,
when will i feel green moss in my hands-
when all i know is gone
i know i don't have to beg
- you will twirl your hair like those twirling leaves-
when all i know is gone
i know i can rest my head
- i will keep you here, safe inside my memories-

-when i wake up from my dreams,
i will forget we met.
but if i remember a single thing,
there wouldn't be a second to correct-

Tori Jones
Tori Jones
Sep 30, 2016

I am but a hopeless soul
Drifting in the sea
Of all my tears
From heartache
And painful moments
Why does this have to be
I want to know what love feels like
I want to find a man I trust
While he also trusts me
For I am but a hopeless soul
Drifting in the sea...

#love   #pain   #tears   #hopeless   #heartache   #drifting  
a t
Sep 7, 2016

distance,
pain,
silence,

i just want you to know,
that even if
i seem like i’m gone,
i won’t ever
leave you behind.

i've been missing you but i don't know how to tell you
#love   #pain   #silence   #left   #gone   #distance   #behind   #drifting   #hugot  
Raf Reyes
Raf Reyes
Aug 24, 2016

and then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like
I Love You


Damn it

Sidenote: I've been falling in love with old songs lately. The italicized portion and words are actual lyrics from Frank Sinatra's song "Something Stupid"
#love   #sad   #stupid   #drifting  
Ar Bazian
Ar Bazian
Aug 20, 2016

It is a matter of time only,
until the wind arises,
and relentlessly, the moments fall asleep.

These lonely hours pass by slowly,
bestow me with radiant fear,
and far more courageously... i weep!

The music shows me my place,
As weary as I am, drifting into space.

The lighten candles have thinned the air.
visions of my Eden come to me
slightly vague, out of vogue, yet fare...
Dancing among the leaves of autumn,
in my head, the spectrum...
Swaying to the sounds of time,
To a memory;
that is mother to all wisdom...
To the scents of freedom,
and to the plunders of prime!

O, how folly my ventures were...
Through the valleys of death.
O, how many passed winters there...
That have denied me mine own breath!

Good night, and good riddance...
May I please sleep!
Shalt ye give me leave now,
to my downwards so steep?!

A.r. Bazian

Edited on August 20th, 2016. Originally part of the "Diaries of an Immigrant Soul", Pt.20, by A.r. Bazian, published on Writerscafe.org in 2012.
Michael DeVoe
Michael DeVoe
Aug 17, 2016

I’ll be home soon
I’ve been on this trip for a while now I know
Longer this time then last time that’s for sure
But I promise Chuck I haven’t forgotten where I live
I just can’t imagine myself there right now
I must disappoint you greatly
Out here in space dodging asteroids and avoiding life
Some days it all feels like progress
Other nights it feels like shame
I know what you’re gonna say but Chuck I tried
Well, I mean, I thought really hard about trying
And I can still see my son’s lighthouse on the kitchen table
I could get home if I really really really needed to
I’m sure of it
Listen I’m not some lost cause
Left drifting through galaxies with no hope of return
I’m E.T. and I know where the pay phone is
It’s just I’m not done up here
I’ve got more to find and more to see and more to discover
Sure Chuck, I’ll prove it
Home, it’s right there
Past that nebula and through that asteroid belt and around that comet
See
See
I could’ve sworn it was right there just yesterday
Where’d it go
Oh shit Chuck
Now what

A collection of poems by me is available on Amazon
Where She Left Me - Michael DeVoe
http://www.wheresheleftme.com/
a t
Jul 18, 2016

we were like sailboats,
all set for individual destinations,
not knowing how or when we would arrive.

we were like sailboats,
that cross paths and waved hello,
but we got so used to each other's company in the sea,
that when it was time to let go,
it was too hard,
so we chose to stay.

but, with fate's cruel twist,
a huge wave crashed,
and set us both back to our separate courses,
so we drifted,
slowly,
painfully,
until we could no longer remember who each other were.

drifting is the absolute worst!!!!!!!
#go   #stay   #forget   #let   #sea   #distance   #fate   #drifting   #sailboats  
 
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