I won't write
I won't call
Not because I can't
but because I still love you
I won't allow myself to be selfish
at least not with you.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 7:42 AM UTC
She was the sun that shone so bright
He was the moon on it's darkest night
She was the light that sustained the day
He lived in the darkness
for which no one would pray
When the sun disappeared
he had everything for which he yearned
When the sun disappeared
he had everything he thought he deserved
When the sun disappeared
there was only the moon
When the sun disappeared
he was the fool
For in the end there was only darkness
because what is a moon without it's sun.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 4:58 AM UTC
She was afraid to put pen to paper
but not for the reason you may presume
She was afraid to put pen to paper
for a reason only she knew
For when words are written
they hold only truth
For when words are spoken
there can be no proof.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 3:57 AM UTC
A word I hear everyday
A word I barely understand
A word said by many
but only to grandstand
I am none the better
I am certainly not a victim
A word I say without trepidation
without haste
Abrogation should be the answer
but not for disuse
Abrogation should be the answer
because love is not for the obtuse.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 3:25 PM UTC
She was tall, her arms far reaching
her beauty intangible
her presence impossible to ignore
To the unknowing eye she may seem dispassionate
but her roots ran deep
only the learned knowing their extent
She was always forgiving
her shade unconditional
protecting all in her presence.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 2:26 PM UTC
It’s in the still of night,
the quiet moments of solitude
that my mind is unable to find sanctuary in forgiving thought
my mind unable to reside in a familiar haven
It is in these moments of dwindled thought that my mind becomes a prisoner
delving into what is
what was and
what could have been
My truth surfaces in the chill of dawn
the yoke of my mind broken
my existence confirmed as my feet tread the cold black surface
my indifferent eyes open
my weary soul exposed
Once I was a slave of my mind
now I am confronted with
something unmercifully
something undeniable
the truth of my existence.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
She mourned in the end
not for the man he became
but for the boy that was lost
he chose the path he walked
the man he became
the boy he forgot.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 1:41 PM UTC