If I could
I'd take your smile
put it away until times weren't kind
I'd add it to the wink you left behind
That would carry me through most anything.
If I could
I'd preserve your kiss
Keep it safe until times of loneliness
Reminds me distance keeps you from me
I'd open the lid and let the touch
Carry me to you
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
I'm falling for you
Wonder when I'll hit the ground
Or if we can fly
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 10:22 PM UTC
1:20 A.M.
hey, I just wanted to tell you I miss you.
read 1:21
no response.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
Missing you comes in waves,
It's different every time.
I usually stay on the shore--
too afraid to embrace that you're really gone.
But sometimes I'll put my feet in,
and I'll find myself walking into the memory of us.
Now I'm neck deep in the memory of us,
and the next wave is about to hit me.
I can see your smile,
and I can almost feel the warmth of your touch..
But then the wave swallows me,
and I find myself completely submerged in the memory of you.
I didn't mind drowning if it meant hearing your voice again.
I allowed the wave to toss and turn around me,
and pull me further under.
Then it hit me.
I remembered everything I had been trying so hard to forget.
It wasn't until that moment that I finally understood:
Loving you was like the ocean.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
Suffering,
I'm suffering.
A little too much,
A little because I don't know.
And if I do I don't want to tell you.
Tears,
I'm really crying over here.
A little too much,
A little because I can't do anything else.
And if I can I don't imagine myself doing it.
Created,
I was created like this.
A little too early,
A little because the pain chose me.
And if she didn't, I'm choosing her.
Loved,
I'm loved.
A little too much,
A little by you.
And I don't know why you love me to be honest.
Me,
You,
A little for me,
A little for you.
I'm yours as I want you to be mine.
But can you really fight against my demons?
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
There once was a blade
That made the pain fade
The little girl weeped in shame.
Mr.Blade put her in the hall of fame
Death was the only friend that came
She suffered but no one knew her name
You made her feel worthless that's so lame
You thought this was just a game
She was never the same
She is now gone And you are to blame
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
I think we're stuck in a perpetual, comfortable, beautiful state of
"I don't know".
What we have is a gorgeous free fall,
A comfortable conundrum of
Messy kisses,
and
Confused hands,
and
Very good acting.
We've gotten so wonderful at pretending;
At turning ourselves inside out for each other to find new places to explore.
But, somehow, I love how beautiful I've let this mess become.
I love the unsaid words,
I love this little universe we've built for ourselves.
I love our little "I don't know".
We've made something so incomprehensible even I can't find the words for us.
But, I've made it home, I suppose.
And I'd miss it if it went away.
-I love our little enigma.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
You tender hand,
held me gently.
Like a rosebud, not yet bloomed,
But as you held,
tenderly,
And caressed me everyday.
Watered and cared,
and watched for hours,
waiting for me to let you in.
I did.
For you alone I bloomed.
I let you know my deepest fears,
and my heart's desire.
But lately all you let me know,
Is that you let me down.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
How do we remember ...war,
victorious! or lost... or oh, the cost...
how do we remember ...battles
the call!... the charge, or the silence ... the toll!
how do we remember...soldiers, and when they are...older
scarred but not forgotten, MIA, KIA
after war
after battles
after soldiers
honor,
bravery,
scarred, not scared
loved,
missed,
by wives and mothers and all the others,
this one
battle
"defined
a nation" and at a cost of 10,000 men, who would soldier no more,
but take postings to peoples memories once lives turned from war,
and to war again
and war again and
to peace makers.
Vimy - April 9 - 12, 1917
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC