alex-patterson - Hello Poetry

Watching hills roam While my thoughts do the same There's a gentle arm about my back I never thought we would change Caught by a cornea's Shackling stare Peer through the rim Between blurry and clear It's the only way To shred these strings That smile was fake It told me it's self But the flower in that hair Makes me thankful for grace Songs from the heart Were afraid to come out Now joy is their freedom Despite all the pain Pause... Please... Teach me how to endure Love... Weave... I want no other pattern but yours You sit close and parallel Pages apart From threefold confusion Confounding your heart She's in the corner Making desperate rhymes I would sit down beside her And finish her lines

0

Jan 29, 2015

Jan 29, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC

Longings from a Distance

Watching hills roam While my thoughts do the same There's a gentle arm about my back I never thought we would change Caught by a cornea's Shackling stare Peer through the rim Between blurry and clear It's the only way To shred these strings That smile was fake It told me it's self But the flower in that hair Makes me thankful for grace Songs from the heart Were afraid to come out Now joy is their freedom Despite all the pain Pause... Please... Teach me how to endure Love... Weave... I want no other pattern but yours You sit close and parallel Pages apart From threefold confusion Confounding your heart She's in the corner Making desperate rhymes I would sit down beside her And finish her lines

32

I'm sitting in the space of my eldest brother Sorting water dameaged hockey cards While I softly sing another Song we grew up on That nobody seems to like anymore Not even the cards This is what life is like It seems less fair than it is But I'm grateful for The leftovers in my fridge I'm the last one to come And the last one to go I'll be the last one To say "I love you" In a chapel And I wouldn't have it faster As long I'm dry And as long I'm fed As long as I'm breathing I am at my best I am at my best I got in entranced by a girl I should have known better The very same soul of whom I'd said "never" And she is loved by my hearts brother I'm going to a place we traveled together But he's not with me No, he isn't with me We all have dreams Some larger than others Some oversized for my size 10 feet These water damaged hockey cards Are my only company

0

Jan 29, 2015

Jan 29, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC

Hockey Cards

I'm sitting in the space of my eldest brother Sorting water dameaged hockey cards While I softly sing another Song we grew up on That nobody seems to like anymore Not even the cards This is what life is like It seems less fair than it is But I'm grateful for The leftovers in my fridge I'm the last one to come And the last one to go I'll be the last one To say "I love you" In a chapel And I wouldn't have it faster As long I'm dry And as long I'm fed As long as I'm breathing I am at my best I am at my best I got in entranced by a girl I should have known better The very same soul of whom I'd said "never" And she is loved by my hearts brother I'm going to a place we traveled together But he's not with me No, he isn't with me We all have dreams Some larger than others Some oversized for my size 10 feet These water damaged hockey cards Are my only company

32

In the house I have today Most everything has a place Wardrobes incarcerate prior and present Each with gates for closing An open seat is kept for comfort Another for imposing A shelf I have for string and twine Another for hope and faithful Rakes and spades are saved outside And perseverance on the table Honesty's stored behind mahogany doors And sacrifice on the stove Cleanliness is kept in sight And dust in neglected alcoves A place I have for peace and joy And even one for sorrow But in all the rooms Of my house of today I have not room for tomorrow.

0

Jan 29, 2015

Jan 29, 2015 at 11:44 AM UTC

The House I Have Today

In the house I have today Most everything has a place Wardrobes incarcerate prior and present Each with gates for closing An open seat is kept for comfort Another for imposing A shelf I have for string and twine Another for hope and faithful Rakes and spades are saved outside And perseverance on the table Honesty's stored behind mahogany doors And sacrifice on the stove Cleanliness is kept in sight And dust in neglected alcoves A place I have for peace and joy And even one for sorrow But in all the rooms Of my house of today I have not room for tomorrow.

19

I shall not forget When the snow came down What I wished to give I could not endow Crates of her clothing An up and down room For her I wished best But I left her too soon T'was a long walk Through snow and slush To these angry voices My conscience cries "hush" As I tread winter puddles And watch the white melt Of the place which I walk from I pray it fairs well The wind grates my chest As it's empty of coat Tea is my thirst Yet far from my throat I looked from the arch Towards the circus of sky But no trap door of heaven Was seen through my eye And when I arrived Within shelter and dry The words of a maiden Brought comfort to I In warmth I did rest With honey and oats But a knock on the door Drew me nigh to it's post I saw a grim glare that said "Where have you been I thought you had left me Why did you leave" I said "dearest of dames I had thought you the same May we put this away Walk together again" T'was a long walk Through snow and slush To these angry voices My conscience cries "hush" As I tread winter puddles And watch the white melt Of the place which I walk from I pray it fairs well

0

Mar 2, 2014

Mar 2, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC

Winter Puddles

I shall not forget When the snow came down What I wished to give I could not endow Crates of her clothing An up and down room For her I wished best But I left her too soon T'was a long walk Through snow and slush To these angry voices My conscience cries "hush" As I tread winter puddles And watch the white melt Of the place which I walk from I pray it fairs well The wind grates my chest As it's empty of coat Tea is my thirst Yet far from my throat I looked from the arch Towards the circus of sky But no trap door of heaven Was seen through my eye And when I arrived Within shelter and dry The words of a maiden Brought comfort to I In warmth I did rest With honey and oats But a knock on the door Drew me nigh to it's post I saw a grim glare that said "Where have you been I thought you had left me Why did you leave" I said "dearest of dames I had thought you the same May we put this away Walk together again" T'was a long walk Through snow and slush To these angry voices My conscience cries "hush" As I tread winter puddles And watch the white melt Of the place which I walk from I pray it fairs well

48

Just like you said Be it as such Draw out my vehement cries From the caverns I search in them for light While there is none There is no radiance beneath rocks There is no glory in depression The cliffs have eyes And they watch over the waters In boisterous composition It's canvas sings Expenditures aloof Senseless words below the hoof Alive be I For willing desire The bland word "fire" Is rhymed too much The meaning of my words is spent My poetry is belittled by your greatness But your greatness gives me value I will always be thankful My eye's lashes reach For cheekbones of mine And my legs surrender their strength to a mattress I will sing in the night Clear my head Show me your power Sheer my insecurities Shape my loss I will praise you either way

0

Mar 2, 2014

Mar 2, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC

Show, Sheer, Shape

Just like you said Be it as such Draw out my vehement cries From the caverns I search in them for light While there is none There is no radiance beneath rocks There is no glory in depression The cliffs have eyes And they watch over the waters In boisterous composition It's canvas sings Expenditures aloof Senseless words below the hoof Alive be I For willing desire The bland word "fire" Is rhymed too much The meaning of my words is spent My poetry is belittled by your greatness But your greatness gives me value I will always be thankful My eye's lashes reach For cheekbones of mine And my legs surrender their strength to a mattress I will sing in the night Clear my head Show me your power Sheer my insecurities Shape my loss I will praise you either way

33

My crimson carnation Bleeding red beauty Into the rain Falling from heaven Ready to make earth it's home Here in the rain Flowers wilting away Love so deep that death was but A small patch of brown In a field teeming with lilies The alabaster field will shout out your name Like the death and rebirth of a single scarlet tulip, So was your sacrifice Never for a moment fearful That this apoptosis would never return it's beauty Grace Never ceasing grace Can't be twisted and torn By wind or storms It will hold when weak are we Glory to he who redeems

0

Feb 19, 2014

Feb 19, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC

Teeming with Lilies

My crimson carnation Bleeding red beauty Into the rain Falling from heaven Ready to make earth it's home Here in the rain Flowers wilting away Love so deep that death was but A small patch of brown In a field teeming with lilies The alabaster field will shout out your name Like the death and rebirth of a single scarlet tulip, So was your sacrifice Never for a moment fearful That this apoptosis would never return it's beauty Grace Never ceasing grace Can't be twisted and torn By wind or storms It will hold when weak are we Glory to he who redeems

21

I am the same as My empty sandbox I have nothing new to say You're still same when as when you saved me I'll come to you contritely I have so much on my mind and it feels like I'm trying to access it all at once and it's tiring. I'm weary but restless I notice every bit of discomfort that can usually just ignore It's like I think I'm supposed to be cold but I'm sticky and sweaty I never was able to talk to you without some sort of agenda, always wanting another song or testimony. Medicate me Close my tired eyes Help me see you Just let me realize. The same irritating set of melodies is stuck in my head Melodies that I used to like Turns out too much disease makes you hate the treatment Now I'm starting to feel tired But I still cannot repose Or maybe I can I think I'll try now Goodbye No I can't seem to find repose And I wish that I knew why Is it the song stuck in my head The describes you and I? is it the way my pillow hurts my ears the pressing silence of what is soon to be a year It's been nine months Since that first night When you stole my sleep With your beautiful eyes They tear through this world That dampens my mind All the words I've held inside I've been deprived by your demulcent smile That hurts my empty heart

0

Feb 17, 2014

Feb 17, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC

Contrite

I am the same as My empty sandbox I have nothing new to say You're still same when as when you saved me I'll come to you contritely I have so much on my mind and it feels like I'm trying to access it all at once and it's tiring. I'm weary but restless I notice every bit of discomfort that can usually just ignore It's like I think I'm supposed to be cold but I'm sticky and sweaty I never was able to talk to you without some sort of agenda, always wanting another song or testimony. Medicate me Close my tired eyes Help me see you Just let me realize. The same irritating set of melodies is stuck in my head Melodies that I used to like Turns out too much disease makes you hate the treatment Now I'm starting to feel tired But I still cannot repose Or maybe I can I think I'll try now Goodbye No I can't seem to find repose And I wish that I knew why Is it the song stuck in my head The describes you and I? is it the way my pillow hurts my ears the pressing silence of what is soon to be a year It's been nine months Since that first night When you stole my sleep With your beautiful eyes They tear through this world That dampens my mind All the words I've held inside I've been deprived by your demulcent smile That hurts my empty heart

41

A syllable of desire in a novel of grace Etched words bereaved of impurity I long to read your words Yet my longing is a blade of grass In your meadow of generosity I wish and pray for what I've seen Yet what I've seen is but a fraction of what you offer A silver ring in Solomon treasury Strokes of forgiveness on a sun-bleached ledger Detriment colored by joy Definition given by the Great Author Definement and refinement Anxiety is my bag of soil With it i shall purchase gold and diamonds You have sown your love into my heart I have sold my ink to this paper Each page of mercy in my soul's journal Every curl of compassion's calligraphy Rewriting me Make my story yours

0

Feb 17, 2014

Feb 17, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC

Written Love

A syllable of desire in a novel of grace Etched words bereaved of impurity I long to read your words Yet my longing is a blade of grass In your meadow of generosity I wish and pray for what I've seen Yet what I've seen is but a fraction of what you offer A silver ring in Solomon treasury Strokes of forgiveness on a sun-bleached ledger Detriment colored by joy Definition given by the Great Author Definement and refinement Anxiety is my bag of soil With it i shall purchase gold and diamonds You have sown your love into my heart I have sold my ink to this paper Each page of mercy in my soul's journal Every curl of compassion's calligraphy Rewriting me Make my story yours

20

Can't you let me see my own reflection I don't wanna be so hateful Of this vengeful aggravation Of which I'm not acquainted Or at least I haven't seen it Since 1 a.m. a few years back That's the last time recollection Serves me without lack But this feeling of which I was once familiar beats my cheaply painted willow door In panic my conscience cowers I pray the concrete hardens The fear I feel's a flower growing gashes in my garden

0

Feb 17, 2014

Feb 17, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC

Gashes in my Garden

Can't you let me see my own reflection I don't wanna be so hateful Of this vengeful aggravation Of which I'm not acquainted Or at least I haven't seen it Since 1 a.m. a few years back That's the last time recollection Serves me without lack But this feeling of which I was once familiar beats my cheaply painted willow door In panic my conscience cowers I pray the concrete hardens The fear I feel's a flower growing gashes in my garden

14

I've seen more than enough love songs That say the the same thing in different ways Too many hearts don't reflect the meaning of their names. Her name means "promise". All I see is pain. Rejection Hate Distaste Disdain Why are sad stories so difficult to tell? The oceans in my skull have filled enough wells. I'm thirsty for love, not sirens and liquid salt. This cistern of sadness will not parch the thoughts that won't depart. I'm sitting on a sleet covered street bench And I only wish the city was as dark as the sky, But oscillations of red and blue clarify The night and who it belongs to. Christmas colors aren't these There's no green, The same absence as the trees. Hearts as cold as this arctic breeze.

0

Feb 17, 2014

Feb 17, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC

From a Bench

I've seen more than enough love songs That say the the same thing in different ways Too many hearts don't reflect the meaning of their names. Her name means "promise". All I see is pain. Rejection Hate Distaste Disdain Why are sad stories so difficult to tell? The oceans in my skull have filled enough wells. I'm thirsty for love, not sirens and liquid salt. This cistern of sadness will not parch the thoughts that won't depart. I'm sitting on a sleet covered street bench And I only wish the city was as dark as the sky, But oscillations of red and blue clarify The night and who it belongs to. Christmas colors aren't these There's no green, The same absence as the trees. Hearts as cold as this arctic breeze.

20