Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Tearani C Nov 2013
I broke away, suddenly and on unsure wings
I stepped forward swiftly into darkness
Giving chase to brighter things
And even I can say that faith is a beautiful thing
Even if I don’t possess faith in the typical things.
Even if it is only a faith in the fragile space
That exist between our heartbeats
Where quiet locks are kept
And keys are exchanged ,
Where lovers each learn
To pronounce
another name.

I have been broken down by numbers
And the harsh realities time has uncovered
Things that remind you, That fragile things die
Like butterflies lose wings
to vindictive trees  
I have been stolen,
And I have been lost,
Bound in life’s ties,
I have failed under different eyes
But I’m divorcing self hate
For a real chance at our
first real date
And let me make this clear,
my love, my friend, my dear
it is faith in the parts of you I will never see
in the layers of love
transending your physical touch
that evades any tie to the end of my pen,
in the reverberating sound of your name in my brain
that I found this thing
that makes me brave
that keeps me sane
And it is in these things I found my faith
And it is faith that makes me believe in improbable things

I broke away, suddenly and on unsure wings
I stepped forward swiftly into darkness
Giving chase to brighter things
And even I can say that this faith is a beautiful thing
Even if It is not faith in the typical things.
Even if its faith in the fragile space
Between our pain
Where we share the stories of which we are made
Collaborative artists, stenciling words to fresh page ,
Where lovers each learn
To pronounce
another’s name.
I have faith that your eyes and
“I love you” both say the same thing.
taylor roff Nov 2011
dress up jane
in white salt
dress up jack
in pepper pepper
messed up jane
in locked guilt
messed up jack
in leather leather
here comes jane
fire and lightning
here comes jack
drunk and fighting
same old ending
blames both pending
take time transending
make time for mending
****** death for jane
complicated mess for jack
Neeloo Neelpari Sep 2018
Twenty four hours
stretching to a century
Engulfing the four walls
Of the lonely abode
haunting the soul
Of the grief stricken me

An enstranged tear
restless to roll down,
My gloomy, rosy cheek
Steps down from their abode
Leaving behind a trail of
Tell-tale blackest kohl

Memoires of you,
Haunting, transending..
And Oh! this taunting moon
Hiding behind the moving clouds
Peeping out, mocking at
My vunerable, lonely state

Brushing back my wet locks
I softly murmur your name
Against my powerless slender palm
When will you help me out
from this pitiable state
O my Eloquer....!!

© Neeloo 'NeelPari'
Keith W Fletcher Jan 2016
I can feel the beattime of  life
That universal rhythm
That sounds so right

In quiesent meditations
I'm seeking  an illusive song
The embodiment of quintessence
That'll take  me along

Descending ever deeper
I'm transending time and space
Coexistence with infinity
Seems to all embrace
The essence of life

It feels so unreal
Reverberations of every sound
Pounding down my......
Pounding down over me
The etherial effervescence
Is enveloping me
I see the sunrise and the earth
Over and over
In the blinking of an eye
Leaving trails against the sky
Fading to black
The scarlet appears
I get the impression
That I'm watching the years
Of my life revolving away
Leaving me here
Stranded in the stratum of time
Leaving me here !
Jeremy Lowry Apr 2021
A Book tells a story, One's life uncovers a Jounrey.

When the light turns to dark.  And the Night unfolds the time. Like a blanket of stars following the vibrations. When the Love ,of a broken heart ,refuses to go away .Can you hear him sing ,Can you feel him die, Can you hear them laugh,Would you feel him cry. Journey into the dark sides of light. Transending emotions , are bring a transmitting  vibration of a pure true love.  Like a purifying water fall. Washing away, all things not of love. Love does not create suffering , nor does suffering cause to Love. You don’t have to have  to experience pain , to know how to be happy.  We don’t have to know sadness  in order to feel Joy.  THE TRUTH does not need a lie to sustain it. , The Truth, is light ,it lives it endures.  It’s holds both darkness and light and exudes a phnuematic omnipotent power fueled ,and center by LOVE . And as the night unfolds  to the day.  Like when the day embraces the Light.  When the Love of broken  heart refuses to die.  Illuminating  the truth that lies can’t hid. Knowing his loyalty to love never died.  Can you see his pain ,will you feel his  Love. Do we hear the sounds of . Will we know our definition to deepest depths of our soul. Are we ready to belive in  truth. Are we strong enough to be consumed, an allowing the power of Love to follow through. Finding joy in forgiving all the painful memories.  Specially forging the lies , that have made it hard, for all to see.  let’s inherit the freedom that comes from knowing true Love.  Our souls will hold the definition, and awakened we will have become.

— The End —