He is the silence inside me,
The only thing that brings me peace.
He is the calm place in my mind
That centres all the chaos inside.
Then he was gone,
I am adrift in my own madness.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
In the winter of 1894,
I froze to death in the snow.
No one will remember,
No one will know.
Crossing the bay,
Frozen with ice.
Furs stacked ten high
On my sleigh.
No one will know
The things I've seen.
No one will know I was loved,
No one will know where I've been.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
The thing about babies,
They grow up.
The thing about people you trust,
They disappoint.
The trouble with dreams,
You grow up.
The trouble with lovers,
Is they die.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
If I had known then what I know now,
I would have kissed you more often.
I would have worked less,
I would have smiled more.
I would have written you love songs,
I would have never told you no.
If I had known then what I know now,
I would have said good bye.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
The greatest of the greatest pieces of art come from grief. The grief of death, absence, lost love, and defeat. Grief is a phase of sadness, a substitute for when just being sad is not momentary and the word not good or strong enough, the sadness from a specific departure from our lives. In a life so full of grief we dread the sadness, it hides in the shadows of happiness when the fleeting moments of bliss are pulled from under us. Even though we expect it, we never expect it.
Often though, in the dredges of depression brought on by this great and terrible grief it allows us to see something we other wise may have over looked in the moment.
That is happiness. Even when shrouded in the pitiful emptiness of grief when we look back on that person or thing or idea we so miss, finally we see our happy moments. We remember more fondly, and it dulls our regrets for things not said or deeds not done or ideas that never came into fruition because for someone or something, the clock wound down.
The gift of sadness is it makes us know which moments were truly good, which memories we will hold dear to our hearts until our own clock, our own heart stops. Just when you think your heart is about to explode in your chest some relief comes from looking back, then going on. It comes from knowing you were happy once.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
I love you without
Pride, vanity, callousness,
Or jealousy.
I love you without
Money, beauty, chastity,
Or sanity.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
True happiness;
It comes from pancakes on a Sunday morning,
Holding hands while we walk.
It emerges over coffee in the mornings,
Creeps in with movies late into the night.
It is walks in the woods on an October afternoon,
Comes from long talks before bed.
It is love when you are unlovable,
Feeling rich when you are poor.
It is friendship that never wavers,
It is simpler to find than you believe.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
Under my finger tips,
The marble of her body gave way to my skin.
She is something so beautiful,
She could only be art.
I, a pitiful patron to her presence,
Could not have imagined her existence.
Yet here I am in a dream so wonderful it is cruel,
If I ever am awakened I will never experience better.
I open my eyes each morning,
As if by a miracle-
She is still there.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
Do not cry over pain
That does not leave a scar.
There will be wounds much deeper.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
This morning I buried my head in your pillow,
I wept some how even more.
I can barely smell your scent on it;
Less than the day before.
This morning I woke up,
For a moment I forgot that you were gone.
Just for a few sweet seconds,
I did not know it has been so long.
This morning I count up the minutes,
From the moment I saw you last.
I am not able to leave you behind,
To abandon you in the past.
This morning I remember you so fondly,
It is like you never left.
Even though your heart stopped beating,
To have known you I am blessed.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC