The journey wasn't what I expected. I was lonely and had no idea where I was going.
After a while I began to hear footsteps behind me.
The further I walked, the closer they got.
Eventually I spun around sharply, and there she was, the most beautiful creature I'd ever set eyes on.
We just stared at each other, for the longest time. "Are you following me?" I asked.
She smiled and nodded.
I rolled my eyes, turned, and walked some more.
Inside I was glad of the company.
The journey was better for it.
But it wasn't long before I began to feel guilty. I couldn't let her follow me. I had no idea where I was, or where I was going.
So, reluctantly, I stopped, and turned to look at her.
Those eyes and that smile, beaming back at me. They lit me up. "Listen," I said "There's no point following me, I'm lost too you know".
"Oh, I'm not lost," she said with a very matter of fact tone, "I'm following You."
"But I'm lost!" I reiterated. "Then follow me," She continued "we can be lost together.
We walked the rest of our days together. Just talking, living, and loving.
Eventually we were tired and our journey was nearing its end. We sat together, then we lay together, staring up at the bluest of skies.
I took this moment to ask her,
"Why did you follow me that day? There were thousands of others. You could have followed any of them."
"Oh no," she said shaking her head, "I'd had a "Them"before , I always found them lacking.
But I'd never had a "you" before.
And Oh WOW! You were such a You!
I love Yous!
Not all of them.
Just you.
I love you.
With every breath we got closer, until I was breathing out as she was breathing in.
I closed my eyes.
This is how we lived and died.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC
I found her sitting in the crest of the moon with a ****** rifle, shooting stars, laughing as they fell one by one.
I asked her why she was laughing, and she told me she was making wishes.
I said “falling starts don’t make wishes.”
She stopped her chuckling and looked very seriously at me. “It’s not falling stars, it’s shooting stars!” She said with a “matter of fact” tone.
I shook my head and told her she was ****** up. “Don’t tell me I’m ****** up,” she said,
“I don’t have a specific direction.”
I fell back to earth with a bang.
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
This place is my grief’s solace
Darkness folds herself around me and I am finally alone
I can hear my heart beating so very slowly vibrating every bone
It’s a warm and comforting sound that I know so well
My eyes spill over as I wander through my personal hell
But why do tears only stay warm until they are halfway down your face
And why can I only cry in this dark and secret place
This is my grief’s solace
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
She wore her love like an old scarf.
The ends were damp from all the tears, and it was tattered and torn from being pulled this way and that.
She tried so hard to find a comfortable way to share it,
But it always ended with her wrapping it around herself to keep out those cold hearts.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
Skipping hearts and flowers
Loving looks and wasted days of messed up bed sheets and plastic handcuffs
Then wunderluv snuck in while we slept and blew a gaping black hole between us
Our love hit the inside of life’s bucket like an aborted foetus
And I watched it slowly slipping down then drown in a puddle of stinging salty white tears
Thanks for the option Ray, but I’ll take the ten pound hammer any day of the week
Nothing causes more destruction to a man, than a woman with nothing to lose except the man she’s trying to destroy
Give my regards to Wundeluv
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC
I never claimed to be bulletproof,
You see, you created this tiny wound that entered my heart,
Blew the whole thing to hell,
Then, as if in slow motion my world fell apart.
I never claimed to be bulletproof
I just hid the exit scar well.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
Sometimes love is a beautiful melodic crescendo of disasters.
A melancholic verse without chorus.
The tempo beats a broken rhythm as minor and flat notes swirl around these breaking hearts.
Just dance to your own tune dear heart, and eventually you’ll realise you’re in perfect rhythm with another.
Your chorus will come.
Dance on.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
Alone I wander midnight pathways that never lead to sleep,
This darkness highlights all I fear, and secrets it can keep,
In the distance I can hear the past, perhaps a quiet weep,
A chill has settled over me, into my bones to seep,
Was it I that gave this weep,
This weep that steals my sleep,
My need to sleep.
The fire’s death from licking flames, still glowing embers burn,
I know a sleep is needed, but from this wake I can’t adjourn
Then a single scratch upon my door, as the handle clicks a turn,
I’m frozen still, like winters pond, as my innards twist to churn,
My gaze I cannot turn,
This fear becomes a burn,
My need to run
A shadow glides in slowly, draped in robe with hooded face,
A scent I half remember, seems to engulf this evil wraith,
My guest floats ever closer and my heart picks up its pace,
Its rotting hand is reaching, I must evade its cold embrace,
I’ve no desire to see this face
For fear I can’t erase,
Erase this face,
This creature leans in closer as I taste its putrid smell,
Once again a scent familiar, but from whence, I cannot tell,
From deep within my stomach a fear filled bile begins to swell,
It whispers “I’m memories of your past loves, here to take you back to hell.”
The cast of nightmares spell
Thoughts I dare not tell
Now fresh from hell
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 10:39 AM UTC
My imperfections are as apparent as my broken bones.
Hidden perfectly beneath an emotional exoskeleton. Built over many years from many fears and thunderous words.
Of course I’ll try to save you, and probably ruin you by trying. But try I will.
I get so ******* tired of hearing about love. We’re all just running around our own little bubbles, describing what we see inside, not caring what’s outside.
So before you cast my words into the abyss with all the other noets, just remember.
Fallen Angels have wings too,
They’re just damaged from the fall.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
Just short of the Moon
Think back sweetheart, to those awkward first glances
Whispering lust and taken last chances
Deciding if this was to be what romance is
Yes, there were cuts and some open sores,
Echoing insults and loud banging doors,
Then shattering glass adorning the floors,
But then, when the love, the REAL had begun,
Nothing could describe this love we'd become,
We were playing with hearts that we'd already won,
Both soaring so high in our own glass balloon,
Alas, we never quite made it to the moon,
Why did forever have to end so soon.
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC