I write this as I watch you rest your weary head down
on the soft velvet that is your dreams
I wonder if in those ephemeral scenes you escape to
I am an actor
in the plays that run in the night time.
I catch your tears in the crevices of my palms
till they're no longer yours
but ours,
and I wait slowly till the stars return gleaming in your eyes
in the solace of your sleeping I see you at serenity,
I see you at peace.
Away from the world that keeps taking and taking.
Sleep has taken the worry from your face,
and in the soft curves of your outline
I see the sea.
Lapping softly on the beach
like two lovers
in each other's arms.
Till the distance between them is blurred.
Till there's nothing left but sighs
in the dead of the night.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
I chase the pretty things in life
that leave me
I bike towards sunsets that
Flee towards twilight
And seek smiles that bury themselves
Into melancholy hearts
Silently I creep towards
Dreams that play in technicolor slides
That hold pictures of you and I
Trapped in yesterday’s dreams
And we dance and we sway
In the white chocolate moonlight
Till you gently fade away
Along with the night
I wish upon the morning
And all its stars to keep
My lonely heart busy enough
To keep from missing you
And to hope and faith
And light and shadow
And love and its sisters
I pray
That you may never curse a heart
As harshly
As cruelly
As truly
As you did mine
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 3:30 AM UTC
I can write the loneliest lines
Because I feel them in my bones
The whirr of machinery a dull noise in me
A reminder of my situation as
I sit and face a placid screen
And each key that is pressed is a hammer fall to my center
Reminding me of the lack of
Meaningfulness in my mind
I can write lines
Like
The wind chills my heart further as I exist in silence with the night
Because I realize then
That the empty is made more so by the lack of you
And so I sit and write as if this were a conversation
I sit and I write as if I’m not dreaming
But that's the irony
Dreams and stardust are all that I live for
For in the solitude I dream of companionship
For in the void I dream of being filled
For in the loneliness, in the night and in the silence
I dream of you and you alone
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
The sounds of the silence flow
Through me as if my heart were
Empty and all love and light had
Vacated its residence when
You did
Seeds of regret flower and
Rot in the gardens of my stomach
As I realize too late that
Hearts cant be unburned and words cant
Be unsaid
Lovely lies, the only thing that flies in my
Mind to my heart to my hands
As I mind the worlds stillness,
Grey and dull in the absence of
Your laughter
I stare at time fly by and I realize
It ticks forward and onward and never
Backwards towards those too slow
To adapt to the changes of the
Souls entwined
And so I write this eulogy to
The love that was shared
The love that was lived
The love that was lost
And mourned
For in all empty nights that seem full compared to this heart
Yours, and yours alone, will be the one I deign to dream about
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC