If your quiet... real quiet...
You can hear the rain speak. Each patter... each drop dancing ever so elegantly by my feet. "Join us" they whisper. Ever so wet your feet will get. But the so(u)les will be washed clean. Each painful memory. Every pinky toe bump. Every broken dream. Every moment will then be forgotten.
Wil be you . Me. And the rain...
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 4:26 AM UTC
So I lay here … broken dreams staring me in the face. A hopeless place. Her stories haunt me. They plague me by day but especially by night. I love her. Every broken piece… every detailed horror story… I love her.
I want her to be mine… to have and to hold through sickness and in health . Only by death to ever part… She must only say yes…
If only I could dull the pain… or calm her fears. Put to rest every doubt she has in her heart. Doubts of what she is with me… doubts she has about him. Am I simply a side quest or the main story. Do I put 2 more coins in and continue or accept the game is over and come another day to play again. When not only I'm better… but the game it self realizing only that which the game itself can realize. That I'm player one… the only and ill never give up.
There is joy in this lonely morning … as I stare at the roof and wonder what I could of done better…. Could of done more… and come to accept that I am me… that should be enough for anyone . Why isnt it enough for her ??
I sit here asking these questions… for mountain sides and beachy romances lead me to believe that this poem… this finite meaning of imagination is real . And If I could simply but add a word and the poem will move on … for sadly that is what poems do
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 11:56 AM UTC
"I know its not easy... and I know having to constantly put up this fisade or act to me and to the world is slowely consuming you...
But know I see you... I see the real you. Under the muck and miry clay of this pit... I see you.
I know its growing to much for you. I know its not easy and its not going to get much easier anytime soon. But I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. If you prayed for a point of stability to hold you together. Well its arrived. Didn't come with a pretty bow and it sure has some dents and bruises. But its yours. We will work at it... everyday...
Will get better..."
A.C.V
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 6:33 AM UTC
So I'm just sitting here... once again... wondering where you have been. For in this beautiful deep blue sea of your eyes I remain lost. Lost to what I wanted us to be ... lost from what I use to see.
52 years of shame and regret. Sitting here in the storm even though my eyes were already wet... i just sit here. Lost in the space of what I thought you wanted and what I need... allowing myself to believe you were mine, oh my endless greed. But still I sit here, shouting your unknown name.... Hoping that when I finally find you that you'd feel the same... I sit here, unbeknown of what I truly feel... that maybe I'm truly clueless for what is real. I sit here ... wondering if maybe that which my heart desired most, was my biggest fear ...
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 7:13 PM UTC