Why does love have to hurt?
Why is it both sides are never wrong?
How is it that all we want is to make each other happy,
but always seem to push each other to
the point of good-bye?
Why do we say that we give our all,
yet we both continue hurting...
Is that common signs that it isn't meant?
Are we just counting, day by day until we allow it to
darken our hearts?
Why is it that my heart is okay with you hurting it,
but scared of healing from it?
Im so tired of loving, love
When love doesn't love me back!
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
Not just ink against paper nor type writers work...
It's a glimpse into anyone's future,
A lesson of most...
Ones weakest moments, with amazing strengths...
Heartaches turned to beauty, beauty turned in to enchanted windows.
Gazing through eyes of brown ...
I see.
I see... poetry all around.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
I thought I knew you.
I thought I knew what you liked,
What you knew,
What you were.
I thought that you knew your limits.
But now I wonder
If you were ever that person at all,
If it really was you,
Talking with me,
Laughing with me,
Making me feel safe.
But was I ever safe?
I try to think about how
I myself have changed,
And I can't even figure out why.
Everything is abstract.
Can change in a second.
Doesn't need to follow a pattern at all.
Knowing that I may never know the true you
Ever again
Scares me more than life itself.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
So long as there's freewill,
we may never be free.
©
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 2:49 AM UTC
I am that girl,
That girl who is afraid.
I am that girl,
Who is afraid of girls,
Girls like me.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
You can see through me like a plastic water bottle. Looks a little blurry at first when full, but yet settle on the stomach when not stumbling around. The smell is like oceans water in the summers sun. As tired as the dead leafs in winters less colorful. When drowned by my hand, everything is gone. When swallowing is my best defense, it takes on a different pain of loss in friends. Closing of my eyes...I drift off in which I won't be returning. They say it takes time, addiction isn't the way.
An addiction I ask...pain is my addiction.
It never goes away, its always thriving through me. So is addiction of my thirst what's kills me or is it the pain of loving without worrying about tomorrow?
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 2:15 AM UTC
Some days I see the bad reflection
of every
good
intention.
Father father,
I'm afraid of what I'm becoming.
.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 2:53 AM UTC
If I could paint you a picture of what you do for me,
Millions of miles away,
It'd be you on a mountain top standing so clean as a King
At the bottom of that mountain,
Crawling through mud and rock,
Scraped and bruised all over trying to get to the top,
To reveal my mangled and broken soul
But..
With every broken nail and pull up, another scar fades...
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
Even at my age,
I see mountainous lands in the sky,
Languishing among towering clouds,
A lofty empire, lost kingdoms,
Perhaps a strange magical realm,
Thriving with dwarves and giants,
Maidens in towers awaiting rescue,
Where lone horse warriors wander,
Maybe observing us, far below.
Must be a poetic creative thing,
Or simply the child deep within,
Viewing through the eyes of the man,
Dreaming ancient days of long ago,
When the child yearned to be grown,
To know all there is to know,
Never appreciating escapism,
The chance to drift within time,
Ponder upon distant, aerial, worlds.
Or maybe I’m just a dreamer,
That and nothing more, hmm,
Telling myself, I am a poet,
A procrastinating creative spirit,
In love with the trappings of art,
The child asleep within wisdom,
Languishing among towering clouds,
I see mountainous lands in the sky,
Even at my age.
©Paul M Chafer 2015
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC
It was shallow water, rippling
a watery moon quivering
on the surface seen
It was night fire
burning water into steam
gray smoke screened
It was willful drowning
upon a lily bed of lies
parched a wilted garden
slowly withers, dies
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC