Praise Them,
The Angels who lift the heads of the bowed
Who tread the oceans of fallen tears
To renew hope in the hearts of the broken
Those who lead the lost home
And remind us
That we are never alone...
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
They have come back
The demons that vowed to haunt me forever
Only now I smile
Finally we are on the same side
In darkness, there is only light.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
Take these words and hold them dear
as proof that once I lingered here
within these hallowed written walls
that speak the fate of one and all.
Do not mourn me when I'm gone
heal your heart and carry on.
In sorrow ne'er my heart did dwell
for I was blessed to know you well.
Place no flowers, lay no stone
for barren earth is not my home
no marker there to bare my name
no mourners heads bowed deep in shame.
Shed a solitary tear,
then walk in light and never fear
as darkness creeps across the land
I will be there to hold your hand.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
~
I try, I swear I try,
but you are always there,
touching my thoughts with wonder,
bringing desires to my mind
on endless wishes
cast upon continuous ripples,
rapidly forming with every breath I take
~
Morning brings the sunrise
in multicolored shades of how I feel
Reaching for that lost love,
floating like indigo butterflies
just beyond my grasp, though
I still want, with every ounce,
every movement, every hope
~
I have been told
I long for what I can not have,
that elusive bloom
at the peak of the arbor,
radiant beauty washing down upon me,
fragrant reminders of a time before,
when your petals gathered at my heart
~
And try as I like it is of no use,
my mind holds you, desperately dreaming
in echoed whispers and twilight shadows
which never seem to end
For as long as there are butterflies,
honeysuckle breezes and poetry...
there will be you
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
and here i am again
at the intersection
of pedestrian language
& old wives tales
swallowing gum
like 7 year memories
opening umbrellas inside
cause i can't seem get away
from all of this rain
i ********** with my left hand
cause i was told
back in highschool that
"it feels like someone else is doing it"
it gets me wondering
about the difference between
losing you and finding out
that some one else found you
or my sleep
or lack thereof
its starting to tear me apart
i keep having this dream
where you are in
an unfamiliar body of water
trying to wash my poetry
off of your hands
or the one where
something happens in my chest
every time you sit
on someone else's bed
i'm tired of feeling like something you've misplaced
but don't have the heart
to look for anymore
tired of you saying my name
like you're trying to bury it
i'm tired of wondering
if you can tell the difference
between the absence
of my voice & silence
the other day
i almost started sobbing
at work when a woman
asked me about
our equipment
i was explaining how
things come apart
and almost mentioned your name
it made me think
of how you used to say
things like "what would you do
if i showed up on your doorstep
one day?" now, i haunt
the windows in my house
i don't leave for weeks at a time
i sit on the porch like the dog
you didn't shoot behind the shed
the one that refuses to die
until you come home again
i told somebody once, that
you didn't even know
what my voicemail sounded like
i wonder if they thought
it was because you
are so important that i never
let it ring that many times
before picking up
or if you dont know
what it sounds like
because you've never called
you can't be the ****** weapon
and the search party
i'm tired of all the seats
to the ferris wheel in my chest
being empty
tired of your voice
being the one i look for
in abandoned places
that one sound i beg
to bounce back
down vacant hallways
i just seem to stand there
in all of that quiet
like someone looking for a mistake
on an eviction notice
so i guess the hardest part
isn't letting go
it's forgetting
you ever had a grip
in the first place
and since you've been gone
i wonder if when
you pushed yourself away from me
you used your left hand
so it felt like someone else did it
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
Gold was the sun
That cold Tuesday
Melting the ice
That laced the ashes
Of my incinerated heart.
Yet when you walked by
I felt the shadows of the flames
The flames that burnt me alive
And when you stood in the spotlights
When you stood in the eyes of an uncaring crowd
When they called your name
And you were greeted with baneful silence
When you stepped forward
My heart cried
I felt your pride
And my smile alone tore
Apart the sea of stone indifference
Yet you will never know the love
I still have for you
For you discarded me
And all that I am...
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
She greets the dawn with her cold eyes
Eyes chiseled by ancient architects
Ever so slightly cracked
Forever gazing upon the changing seasons
And the wilting of sanguine roses.
Her still hands forever out stretched
Reaching for something long forgotten
Perhaps a lost love
The gentle rain
Or the birds of spring.
Her fading smile
Forever bringing happiness
To photographs
And paintings lost to time.
Her delicate feet
Fixed upon the dark marble
Walking to imaginary lands.
Dusk comes . . .
She laughs in her still serenity
As the mosses
The darkness
And the chills of the northern winds
Envelop her once more.
And in silence
She drifts in a deep slumber
Awaiting a new dawn
A new day . . .
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
The ash heart within my chest
Lies grey and charred
Still housing the embers
Of the love that burned it alive.
I watch as pieces of my love
Flake away and shatter , on the cold grounds
Like the snow
From an all too early winter.
I forever walk
On the dark road
Traveled only by the strangers
Who share my sin
Those who share my love.
My dead heart continues to beat
In the hope that
Even though you may not love me in this world
That perhaps you will wait for me
Outside the gates of the heaven.
So that you could rebuild my heart
Piece by piece
In the great gardens of the angels
And so that I can finally share my love with you.
We could forever lay in the warmth of the sun
And forever gaze upon the afterglow of the stars.
I love you , but perhaps
I am a little too naive.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
I would just like to say thank you to those who welcomed me to Hello Poetry.
This is really a fantastic group of individuals that we have here and I
am amazed at the love and support that everyone here shows.
I look forward to reading what you all write, some of you are gifted in the arts of poetry.
Again Thank You
May everyone have a blessed day . . .
LOVE AND REGARDS
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC