Behold, I emerge from my slumber,
ready for the fluttering touch of another.
Who shall dance to the death with me?
Who shall fall in their peak to the voyeuristic sea,
and tuck themselves in 'neath the slobbering tongues
of the little fishies starving for the tastes of the young
that I gave my life to create.
They'll never get a chance to appreciate
all that I've sacrificed for the cause.
The world carries on, no grief and no pause.
All in a day's work, no thanks for the mother
who lives just to die for the meeting of another.
Mar 7, 2023
Mar 7, 2023 at 10:34 PM UTC
She looks like she tastes like pure sunshine
I think if I kissed her, I'd burn from the inside
Her hand must feel like the petals on a flower
I'd know if I took it, but I'm too much of a coward
Their voice has the rhythm of a Shakespearean sonnet
I'd like to catch each word and safekeep it in my pocket
They have the deepest eyes in which I'd love to drown
I'd let the colors pull me close, those greens and greys and browns
His laugh reminds me of wind between the leaves
I hear in him the crashing of a thousand seas
He loves me as though I've never committed sin
I wonder, if he knew, would he love me then
Mar 7, 2023
Mar 7, 2023 at 10:31 PM UTC
our world had color
color in the sky,
color in the earth
and it all came crashing down
with your monochrome tears.
our lifes had splendor
beauty and magic
filling up our moments
and now its just dust
in our monochrome years
our names on each other's tongues
were spells whispered at night
incantations we held dear
and life was so much better
without these monochrome fears
our faces were books
held and read so easily
never blemished nor flawed
no matter what others saw
until those monochrome tears.
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 4:03 PM UTC
Still waters of vast and calming blue.
Endless waves churning to a certain
Rhythm that you feel in your deepest self.
Enthralling siren songs, easing your heartache.
Neutral counselor of lost souls.
Incarnation of peace and safety,
The ocean will hold you like a mother.
Yesterday is past, tomorrrow is soon, but now is serenity.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 3:24 PM UTC
Tastes like childhood laughter
and sunlight smiles
Reminds me of times
better, now bitter.
Tastes like words of wisdom
dropped lightly, taken lightly
now I try my best
to savor them.
Tastes like happiness
and something melancholy now.
Reminds me of all I took for granted,
tastes like sugar.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
In my mind I hold memories of you.
Thousands of memories
of you just holding my hand.
So you cannot fathom the number
that I store deep within the catacombs of my mind.
Your features have been carved into stone
on the walls of those deep caverns.
Your laugh still echoes long after you finish.
Words of love lead me through the tunnels.
Words leading me to you.
My hands are molded to fit around yours.
My eyes have been trained to read yours.
I could never forget the thing that I live for.
I could never forgive myself if I ever did.
You will always be what I live for.
That is, of course, an empty promise.
The memories I have are empty spaces.
For you and I will grow old.
And the memories of you
will fade like the sun fades at nightfall.
Stone erodes with the weather,
so my tears shall wash away your face.
Echoes die eventually,
and the sound of your laughter
will be replaced with my sobs.
Words are too small for an old mind to keep.
Just like names, faces, smiles, eyes.
I will forget all I have of you,
and no matter how hard I fight it,
one day you will become a stranger.
The children we gave to each other,
The places we took each other to,
The time we spent making love with our souls;
all wisps of something
I just can't put my finger on.
I will always live for you and love you,
until I can't anymore.
That point must be when
I cower before the stranger
that I once claimed as mine.
I will always remember the way you laughed
the way you smiled, the way you felt.
It will always be in the back of my mind.
For though the words erode away,
the stone they were set in remains.
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
dancing round the tiny room
looking like a flower bloom
smile growing as you spin
turning quickly to a grin
hair undone and flowing down
show the world your princess gown
music filling the tiny space
music, hair, bows, and lace
watching through the foggy glass
spacing out inside your class
shoes kicked off beneath your desk
try to hide your bubblegum breath
teacher drones about geometry
hate it as much as geography
try at least to take the notes,
review them when you get back home
showing off your "special friend"
assuring he is "just a friend"
dinner shall be awkward now
awkward now that he's around
see a girl and feel quite odd
but never think that you are flawed
date a girl, date a boy
date whoever brings you joy.
packing up your childhood
can't do the things a child could
off to find your rightful place
off to find your steady pace
get a job, get a house
get yourself a caring spouse.
have some children, have some fun
before the time you have is done.
Or don't.
buy a car and travel around.
decide to come back homeward bound.
live a life without destraction.
hear the mighty call to action.
go to college, or just don't.
we won't judge, no we won't.
Adult is now the name for you,
and with such title, do what you do.
dance around the room at night,
love a girl, if you feel its right.
leave your toys just laying about,
you know I'd never throw them out.
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 5:04 PM UTC
Take me back to the days before
to the days long gone
to the days no more
Take me back to my grandma's house
with her sewing kit
and her flower blouse
Take me out by the waterfalls
bring our fishing poles
and our overalls
Send me off to a summer camp
to tell stories by the light
of a kerosene lamp.
Take me back and cure my ache
fill my cracks
and fix the break
Take me back to the days before
to the days long gone
to the days no more
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
If only I had been
faster
If only I had been
enough
If only you had loved me,
then perhaps I could have loved you,
and then you would have
stayed
If only people were
understanding
If only they had
listened
If only they hadn't broken your trust,
then you could give it to me,
and then you would have
stayed
If only you were still
here
If only I had the guts to tell you
before
If only I had seen what was going on,
then I could have helped,
and then you would have
stayed
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 6:08 PM UTC
sticks and stones can break my bones
but words will never hurt me.
the kicks and slaps can give me bruises,
but the laughs will never reach me.
now say it back.
glares and stares can break my heart
and the words will make me fall.
the sneers and jeers will push me down
and the laughs will throw up my walls.
no. that's not right. naughty girl.
the only pain is the ****** pain,
there is no pain in the heart.
yes there is, yes there is,
it's been there from the start.
sticks and stones can break my bones
as well as the words they throw.
the kicks and slaps can give be bruises
as well as the secrets the know.
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don't tell your children that crying is wrong
for you are just making it worse.
we've broken our children right to the core
just with an "innocent" verse.
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 12:06 PM UTC