After witnessing you
playing tongue wars
in the middle of what
once was our favorite bar;
Surrounded by whom
once were our favorite people;
Made something deep inside
me, something so small
I hardly even recognized it at all -
A whisper of a ghost
named Hope - DIE.
As I looked upon You and
Her on the dance floor
I felt it burn.
And I welcomed the sting because
I knew that in the end,
this was the last bit of
You I had to cease.
Your ashes are a distant memory now
of a life I once had
that longer exists.
(True love, truly *****
Sincerely,
The Phoenix Me
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
You invade my thoughts
with the intoxicating
memory of our romance.
How tragic our love is
How mysterious and
unusual to love a
person you cannot be with.
And I wonder if I only
let you back inside
to remember what it
feels like to feel again.
I find the pain to be
a welcomed reminder why
I must never love again.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,
sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 9:55 PM UTC
What if my whole life,
The pain remained?
That same pain -
That same fear -
The boy's frightened look of agony.
We shall all of us die.
The world is too much;
We will be nothing.
Maybe I - conscious
of some other being,
May teach you more of man
Oratorically and gesticulating,
He lives then! Happiness courts the light!
Do you still prefer IT? Poor fellow, strange creature.
And now it seems to me - in silence...
What is grass?
Perpetual payment of perpetual loan?
Oh! Zero to the bone!
Space and Time; I see it's truth.
I am large. I exist as I am -- no more have I.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 11:48 AM UTC
I miss you lying next to me
This bed has never been so cold
And though my arms are free
To spread - -
They lack your chest to hold.
I miss your rhythmic breath
I crave your steady warmth
And those silent stolen kisses
good night - -
realizing now you are my solid strength
I lay my head to rest
And set sail into the west
Where I find your beautiful embrace
Always - -
Completely fills me best
I bid thee sweet dreams
my love. Reality is far from near
Yet tomorrow - -
Will surely prove me closer
To your realms.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC