your hands are too rough
for a boy with a heart
as soft as yours.
let your soul and spirit flow
from your eyes and from your lips
it's okay if someone notices.
you can learn what it feels like to fall
gentle and warm in the hands
of someone else. mine are always open.
you don't have to be scared of breaking open;
i will hold you so tight that all your broken pieces
will come back together again.
the person you were before this
is still living in you, hiding behind your eyelids.
i'm sure he likes the view.
you are a hurricane.
you are the universe in full force.
you are loved and loved and loved.
Night comes ardent, as I am
ghostly shadows in the darkness,
the task at hand, is very daunting,
The glowing moon, thick like a coat
whispered in the words you quote
And sung and every poignant note
A pressing face, a glassy window
I watch you as you sleep,
come in like a wanton spirit
my fingers grasp, descending deep,
A spine chilling spell,
is laid & cast
I know this breath
will be your last,
written in a heart that's glassed,
Left on beaches in a bottle
broken said like Aristotle
no time to wait,
... no time to dawdle,
I lie above & watch you there,
I stroke your face & stroke your hair,
showing you how much I care,
something I would never dare,
Lifting up the lockets clasp,
as demons play a retched rasp
draw to hear the breathless gasp
As you take a final breath
& lips so sweet,
are kissed by death
I lift you up into my arms
safe from pain & earthly harms,
surrendered to a haunting charm,
Look into my eyes to see
your every loving memory
hold me close Ma Dear Cherie,
With open windows of your soul
& reaching your desired goal
a broken heart is finally whole,
Getting down on bended knee
& as your wings turn feathery
you take my hand,
say hear my plea,
"I love you too,
my love to thee
thank you, as you set me free,
come follow me to Paradise
my soul for you I'd sacrifice,
spare no cost, the steepest price"...
Lovely man, you look so troubled
I ferry you, to Mr. Hubble
I lifted you from 'neath the rubble
I am not allowed ahead to go
this is something you should know,
like the wisdom of the blackened crow
I show you to the brilliant light
reward for such a noble fight,
as this will be your maiden flight
you have more than earned the right,
an angel heard your poets plight,
Enter through the big white gates
because this is love, & this is Fate
always knew we'd keep the date
no more need for you to wait,
No more sadness fills your days
your living in the lovely rays,
no sharper coin that you could pay
I must go, & bid adieu
thank you for the love we knew,
your kisses sweet like morning dew
my love for you forever true
a knot we tied cannot undue
I'll see you there again one day
I hope you hear these words I say
in fields of wheat your spirit plays
The vault of heaven, open wide
so leave your coat & go inside
& Earthly fears, including pride
listen as the angels sigh
my waving hand, is not goodbye
& not one tear you've left to cry
This is where your soul is calm
set in ease in groves of balm,
sing you in a peaceful psalm
I leave you here this corridor,
abiding love behind the door
a promise bled, a promise swore
as so many, gone before
I wait in patience, a thorny crown
back to Earth my soul is bound
returned you are without a sound,
another day has come and gone
I must be there, the coming dawn
though in your arms, where I belong
I wait again, for death.
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Even if heaven isn't your thing
I hear the spirits weep
I hope these words of love come though.
I can't sit at a table anymore without seeing you in the seat next to me
I can't tie my shoe anymore without thinking of you getting mad at how slow I do it
I can't listen to music anymore because every song sounds like you
I can't sleep because you were my only motivation to wake up in the morning
I lie to myself every morning to get myself through the rest of the day,
"I'm over you"
But in reality my feelings for you have only gotten stronger
A friendly reminder that I want to be yours
in your ever present state of bliss and intrigue.
I want to sit under stars
and feel the warmth of your arm on my neck,
as we sit and ponder the possibilities of you and me.
I want to hear your laugh as a welcome home,
but never as a goodbye.
With laughs and minor accents of home.
You remind me of airports, plotted plants, dogs,
and Saturday morning cartoons.
I remind you of puns, the smell of paper, and your favourite movie.
But I want to remember you lying on he couch half-asleep
curled up with a pillow
and disheveled hair covering your eyes.
Remembering your sweatpants, long hair, paint stains, and stickers.
Sneaking sandwiches and comics,
text messages, and knowing smiles,
Just a friendly reminder, to remember me when you leave.
Sometimes distractions are better than reminders
In a way they can help to guide us
Through emotional turmoil and troubled times
Sometimes it's better to have them as your guideline
Other times, I may say, reminders are best
To ensure that the past is properly laid to rest
That you understand what was, what has been
And fully acknowledge what you have heard and you have seen
when you feel sad...
there is still rain to be heard.
books to be read.
places to be seen.
libraries and coffee shops await.
there are still sidewalks to be waking on,
forgotten trails to be rediscovered.
don't forget that,
there are still feelings you haven't felt yet,
people you still haven't met.
it is okay to be sad.
as humans, we have a right to ache.
but don't forget that this sadness is temporary.
there are things that remind me of you
bamboo, chocolate, snuggles
Things so common,
but I always think of you
lemonheads, games, stylus
Things so feasible,
so easy to associate with anyone
art, late nights, dark rooms
You make them seem like so much more
I’ll never forget you, it’s true
But it hurts and I don’t want to remember
I don’t want to remember all the times
You were more than I deserved
All the times you were there above anyone else
Because they’re only everlasting reminders
That you took a chance on me
And I let you down.
The color red, it's your favorite
The color white, your car, your house
Shakespeare, we were King and Queen
Choir, you sing like an angel
Gymnastics, you competed
Joseph, you directed
Laser tag, you destroyed
HIMYM, we watched as we cuddled
Your scent, it still lingers on me
Wine, I'd love to drink with you
New Years Eve, we talked all day and night
Mitchell's, we stayed for hours and conversed
France, we traveled together
Poetry, you got me writing again
My car, where we kissed at midnight
My basement, where we made love
It all reminds me of you
Sometimes I wish I had amnesia so I could forget...move on
But I love you so much
No case of amnesia could take you out of my mind
Although sometimes it hurts
I want you to know
That I love each and every one of those little things that reminds me of you