Rain on the roof.
Just had a fight with her, she's being mean again for reasons that don't really have to do with me.
Rain on the roof.
I miss him most at times like this. The thought, the hope that things would not have been the same with you.
Rain on the roof.
I cry as I pretend I have my arms around me again. Protecting me from the world.
Rain on the roof.
Would it have been any better with you? Who knows. Maybe it's me, maybe it's always been me?
Rain on the roof.
Maybe it's time for me to go out in the rain and experience life without her anger and without his arms...
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
Driving down a dark road, windows down, music in the background. You take my hand and kiss it. I smile at you. You smile at me. Lightning flashes behind us, thunder cracked. I do not jump, I am safe with you. The smell of rain is in the air, mixed with your musk. The smell makes me happy, excites me and anticipation fills my entire body. Spending time with you always makes me soul smile.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
Happy crinkly paper
Pages turning full of thoughts
Little drawings, doodle time
Happy sound of pages filled with 'brain leaks'
© Misty Bishop-Martiss
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
Music is everything. Feeling the emotion that the performer puts in a piece or song is truly altering.
When you can hear a song and know what the artist was feeling when they put those words to music is amazing.
Better yet, when you have heard a song a million times, and all of a sudden, its meaning smacks you in the heart and soul.
The right song can fit your emotions right now, or make you feel like the song playing at the perfect moment like is a message from the universe just for you, saying "hi, smile, you are loved."
A song can make you smile when you are sad, or cry when you didn't know you had something to cry about.
A song can take you back and can help you see your future.
The right song can make you want to be in rural Georgia working the land.
The right song can make you miss a lover; make you think about how they touched you, physically and emotionally.
The right song can make you get up and do things when all you want to do is lay in bed and ignore the world.
The right song can make you drive too fast, radio up to loud, more yelling along than singing.
The right song can stick in your mind, so can the wrong one for that matter.
The right song can make you think about high school and all the things you did wrong, and the few things you did right. :)
The right song can lift your spirits and make all right with the world.
© Misty Bishop-Martiss
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
Sitting in the courtyard on a hot summer night,
Enjoying the breeze that caresses us both,
Sitting with a friend, the closest of close,
Is there something more in your eyes?
Sitting at Sonic,
Talking about feelings,
Divulging secret longings,
Finally admitting things we have hidden for so long,
An amazing first kiss.
Going to poker night at your friend’s house,
Finally being able to express our feelings openly,
You hold my hand,
They call me your girl, my heart explodes like a 4th of July fireworks finale!
You are an attentive wonderful boyfriend,
Even if just here in this safe place.
Driving around town,
Laughing, being, doing things together,
Seeing this town that I have lived in for many years in a new way,
Seeing everything, everywhere with you in a new way.
Walking through neighborhoods,
Taking in the architecture,
Sitting in the park,
Silent, but sharing so much,
Being told that we look like spring love.
Dining together, and journaling our meals together,
A long list of places yet to go together,
Looking for even more new places to explore together,
New experiences with you have always been magical.
Hiking in the mountains,
Standing in a meadow,
Looking out over the city that we share,
But that is keeping us away from each other,
So free here and now,
You stand behind me,
Your arms around me,
I lean back into you,
Praying that I could just melt into you.
Alone in your room,
Sharing all,
Sharing our most,
Exploring each other,
Melting into each other,
Nothing else in the world but you and me and these moment of bliss.
A birthday lunch,
A beautiful ring,
A promised future, now lost…
A beautiful day nonetheless,
A wonderful ever lasting memory,
No one can ever take it away from me.
Back to the courtyard,
4 Years later,
Cool breeze,
Secrets stifled,
Glances stolen at each other,
You love me and I Iove you,
But we have moved passed that now, we are friends.
Have you really moved passed it?
I don’t think that I successfully have.
I know that I do not want to.
© Misty Bishop-Martiss
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
Remembering the conversation we had on the phone from my grandmothers house
Locked in the bathroom for privacy
Listen to you share things I knew deep inside
Telling me all the things you have held inside because I am not free
But I am not happy either, and you can't hold it in any longer,
Knowing that I will remember and relive this moment for the rest of my life,
The passion In your voice,
The sorrow that you waited so long
The pain that you had to
The guilt because I am not free to return your feelings
But I do, i have for sometime now
I have secretly felt the same things
You have been a constant in my life
One thing that could and can maybe me smile
Make me feel special
Make my heart fly and my soul smile
Deep down we both know where we should be with
and who we should be sharing with
For a while we made it work and it was beautiful
But then life got in the way
Sorrowfully we parted as lovers
But will always be friends
What if life wasn't in the way?
That question is too painful to ask
Because it always will be
But I'll never forget
That desperate passionate secret locked in the bathroom phone call
And the joy it lead to, even if just for a while.
© Misty Bishop-Martiss
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
Today this world is a little dimmer because my Nana is gone.
The kindest woman I've ever met.
She loved me dispute my shortcomings.
She called me her sweetheart every time I visited.
She always smiled when I arrived.
She waited for my nightly call.
She gave freely over her time love and resources.
Her donuts were my donuts.
She is at peace now, safe in her ideal heaven, with loved ones that went before her to prepare for her arrival.
I am glad she is not in pain any more,
But we left behind are broken at her departure.
Death is hardest on those left behind.
© Misty Bishop-Martiss
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
We meet again for a friends night out
but we both know how this will end.
We dine and laugh and are happy to see one another,
But we know where this will end.
We share stories, dreams and fears,
But we both know how this will end.
We walk through parks and bask in each others presence,
But we both know how this will end.
We'll delay the end of our time together asking as possible,
But we both know how this will end.
You'll hold me so tight I could merge my body and soul with yours,
But we both know how this will end.
We'll say good bye with sorrow and promise in our voices and hearts,
But we both know how this will end.
You will travel home and I will too,
We both knew this is how it would end,
Until next time.
© Misty Bishop-Martiss
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
You are like a blood stain on my soul
No matter how I try, you will never truly be gone.
I can make you fade, but you are embedded on me
Others may not see you, but I know you are there
I know exactly your location and shape
I know how you got there
And
I know you will never leave
Even though you might have appeared to 'ruin' me, I will happily wear you every chance I get.
You have stained me,
But in the best possible way
© Misty Bishop-Martiss
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
Be it the pain I feel when I realize I have lost you,
Or the sorrow I feel at the lost memories.
It might be the anger I feel at the situation I am trapped in?
The love we used to share, that is gone, gave me plenty to write about.
The nights that we will never share, those did too.
The time I spend here, in the home I wish I shared with you,
All of these things gave me plenty to write about,
To Long over, to dwell on the loss.
Now, I still have these things in my life
Yet, my Muse is gone.
The pain is here, the art is lost.
What to do?
© Misty Bishop-Martiss
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC