I once would stare at stars above
and ask them where you’d be.
I don’t have to ask them anymore;
you’re right here next to me.
And now when stars above
sleep under blanket cloud.
I remember those questions asked,
and smile because you’re found.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 10:23 AM UTC
Safe, warm, though not in love's embrace;
But just your voice in it's place.
Drifting in comfort on a sea of bliss,
Knowing that come light I'll miss this.
Because moments like these seem to forever extend,
You'd never dream from here that one day they'll end.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:36 AM UTC
In this cucoon
My world though smaller
Isn't much better
But at least I'm king
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC
You used to call
At times like these
From the dark of a starless sky.
Filling the night so perfect yet cold
And the stillness I lived in.
You used to remind
At times like these
From the shadows hidden in.
Searching for a place to lift
Bringing the light abandoned
You used to laugh
At times like these
Creating dim lit memories
That shone unyielding I hoped
Though time erased
You used to say
At times like these
Nothing at all and yet
It meant everything needed
Simply knowing
You used to
Well I don’t know
Some, mirrors need no sight
Because the future is ahead of me
And used to is used.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
Every
Second
Closer
Yet.
To what though?
Happiness? Reward? Regret?
Unchecked though, time now still advances.
Leaving me to find the answers.
What task today have I completed,
What time today have I fleeted?
Railroaded though by time it seems,
Only ticks bring closer dreams.
How can I fill the expanse life gives
From outside will others say “he lives”?
For now I live each second given,
Allow my life by time be driven.
And maybe one day find the path
That will bring me to my last.
I'll choose to use my time set
Every
Second
Closer
Yet
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC
This body of mine, bears no resemblance to the creature that lives inside.
Certainly the mind is willing but the flesh is weak. Or is it just that the mind isn't willing enough?
Trapped.
Every angle, every turn.
I can't defeat the fatigue that comes with an unyielding beat.
I can't control the pulse that races,
the limbs that twitch
and the torso convulses.
These hands that trace shoulders and arms, a body clean from these inside scars.
The fingers like daggers wished for seem, to distract from this nightmarish dream.
But beneath this frame that trembles and shakes, there is a boy with hopes unseen.
A man perhaps trapped through habit and fear.
A person whose body though battered and bruised, scarred and used, wishes
to be just like you.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
You see the ink of this pen was pain, it was all there was to feel.
Bringing shade and hues to a painting that was being lived in black and white.
I said you were my muse and yet the ink ran out:
I had no sorrow to write about.
I didn't need prose or couplets or stanzas, just the knowledge that when I'd wake up you'd be there too.
For life may make beautiful art and writing, but it's the living it that makes it so inspiring.
Yet now this salty ink flows again, but I don't wish it in you too my friend.
Because the love that I felt too, means I only want the happy best for you.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 8:16 AM UTC
I lay awake, taunted it seems,
By memories long dead.
Faces and places clear in ink,
Waiting to be read.
Why hold onto this now lost dream,
Filled with hurt and pain.
Instead I walk into reality bright
And maybe love again.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
Pony Tails belong on Ponies,
And yet she still insists,
To have one on her head
Swept back in utility bliss.
From there she can study
And run her errands
Paint paper, not her hair
And hide away split ends
In truth it is beautiful,
Even if it is just function,
For finding ways to live a dream,
Really takes some gumption.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC