Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.
As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.
You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.
Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.
Although the last sentence
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.
Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.
You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book
Was your favorite story
All along.
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 11:56 PM UTC
*There is a certain kind of longingness that even words nor photographs cannot fill in.
And that is when, i want to write about you, the most.
This amount of emptiness needs to be said. It needs to flow like the ink in my pen or the the blood in my veins,
to sustain my sanity or else...
Melancholic thoughts will run and invade my mind until all the hope in my heart is gone.*
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
Its that mystical moment in time
when serendipity and fate
conspire to create
a cross roads
between you and your ultimate desire
cross roads become one road
and you find yourself
making odes
singing loads of love songs
its that time when glances
part crowded rooms and
for that brief second
a thousand words would have dimmed in comparison
late night conversations
stolen kisses and
needing more wishes
lunch time quickies
during meeting messages
ambiguous phrases
fill the air with cupids touch
your love struck
yet you find yourself stuck
between a rock and a hard place
and you declare
that serendipity and fate
had lost their case
for your intimate space
was already occupied
by a decade worth of memories
by a wedding ring
a couple birthings
and a husband who would have died
just for you
what ifs fill your mind
yet you remind your self
you would not have wanted it any other way
so you create a secret place
memories of his face
tucked neatly away
you smile with the knowledge
you'll love him always
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
Fetal coil reposed
among white cotton sheets
and fluffy pillows
dead to the world
yet full of life
The peace of a baby
reassured of mother's protection
exudes from your aura
as you lay still
in these arms
ta dum, ta dum, ta dum
The steady beat of your heart
sets my soul to dancing
as if to usher in the divine
wind of your love
With precision your chest rises and falls
as if to remind me
that as long as it does
your love remains
even beyond time
And as my movements
triggers desperate attempts
to keep me resting with you
I know you love me
beyond words
and as your eyes
dance behind closed lids
I long to invade your dreams
and see them as you do
and oddly enough I believe I do
like the excellence of Bach
your sleeping song
hits new chords
as it plays on the strings of my heart
and my love is renewed
as does the dawn
and when you arise
sleeping beauty
to the softness of my lips
and the assurance of my embrace
I know you'll be reminded
that as long as you do
my love remains
even beyond time
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
Tears streaming down my face
as volcanic emotions rupture the seams of this frail earthen vessel
and as molten fears roll down hardened cheeks
they remind me of broken cisterns
trying to carry the burden of
precious water to thirsty souls
Tears streaming down my face
flow from a place dark and cold
beyond the surface smiles
and feminine guiles
lay a pain waiting to explode
it’s been brewing for years
and the threads of this patched soul
can’t conceal these putrefying sores
anymore
And so they flow with the passion
of rivers on a quest to find the shore
seeking answers mystic as ancient folklores
corroding tightly concealed dungeon doors
waking painful dreams untold
Yes these tears stream down my face
and this time I’ll let them go
let them flow upon diseased waters
bringing purity and wholeness
like HIS Blood that has saturated ***** sheets
I'll let them caress this pain
rain washing this soul clean
I’ll let them remind me of where I’ve been
my tendency to sin
the hope i can only have in HIM
I’ll lay myself upon HIS brazen altar
pour these tears upon HIS throne
Allow this cistern to be remade whole
sweeping away the dust and the cold
I’ll come home
to that place of rest in YOU
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
hands that caress craving curves
complementing carnal desires
hands that inspire this crazy notion
that ******* her husband’s friend
is reasonable, acceptable, calculable?
Oh but to blame these hands
Would be unreasonable, unacceptable
Unjust
For these hands could be any hand
That lends this chick some attention
See there’s a void she trying to fill
A hurt she’s trying to ****
And the hands are the *****
She hopes will fulfill
This aching need
Seems like greed
when she constantly feeds her flesh
with that which doesn’t satisfy
but for her hurting soul
rationale doesn’t clarify her pain
yet she knows there’s much to gain
from breaking this cyclical game
but the road to heavenly fame
means handing over the reigns
to the Invisible force
but of course, its hard to trust
when someone’s **** was ******
inside ‘fore it was time
the clandestine crime
committed in the prime of her youth
aint that the truth
boys living out fantasies
tearing off the *******
of victims too scared to scream
trapped in this horrid dream
so her whole life its seems
gets crowded by this scene
strangled by the obscene
so trying to live clean
seems an unlikely esteem
so she has hands caressing
craving curves
trying to settle her nerves
while they have their way
what more can she say?
When from this road
So many times she’d tried to sway
Now her strength is gone
and as she lay
on forbidden sheets
she prays that someday
He'll take her home
justified and clean
with an ocean of distance between
the girl craving hands
and the woman who landed
in the only Hand
that could make her see
that she was always the queen
she so hoped to be.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
there's a familiar panting in my chest
the one that tells me
my lips crave yours
that your caress is all i need
to quench this thirst
that i need your fingers on these curves
that u need to remind me
of how divine my aroma is to you
yea there that familiar feeling
where hotflashes have me reeling
for more of you
images of skin meeting skin
soul caressing soul
and rivers of passion flow
as you throw me in cotton sheets
Yup i'm at my desk and your miles away
yet my mind strays to that place
where your voice calls my name
and where my aim is focused
on needing your hands,
craving your lips
you tasting these hips
aahhh **** this feeling
as cell phone ringing
brings me to the reality that
your not really here
that work is calling
and i'm falling behind
but i'll taste you later my dear.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
i feel ******
i feel chucked in the corner
of your well intended lies
i feel used
confused by the trail of what
used to be your imprint on my heart
stupid me should have known from the start
now you all tied up wrapped up in my soul
suppose u reached you goal
so like the last cube in the ice tray
i get washed away by the warm waters
of your misguided passion
and now the chase is over
as u discover you have me
wet like October rains
but winter draws nigh
and cold winds wont shy
from lashing u
so have a nice life
cuz i refuse to feel ****** and
chucked in the corner
of your misguided lies
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
I hope that
When she finally says yes
And the thrill of pursuing ends
You sigh
And twist and turn in your bed
Allowing yourself to accept
She will never love you
Like I can
I hope
When she finally holds your hand,
With a dull pain in your heart
That slowly transfers through your veins
And spreads to every joints, every cell
You realise
She'll never appreciate your warmth
Like I can
I hope
When she finally kisses you,
In that moment of heavenly bliss,
Your body pulls back alarmed
The love, the breathlessness you got used to
Is no longer there
She will never crave for you
Like I can
I hope
When she reads her favorite poetry to you
You wonder if it is Still you
Who I'm writing about
And with a reluctance your mind realises
She can not lure you into traps with her words
Not like I can
I hope
When you look into those eyes
Their color similar to yours
But not even a pale representation of the feelings mine held
Oh boy,
Maybe you'll carry this burden with you
In your grave
Cause she will never love you
Like I can
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
Fear tries to *******
Love descends to make amends
Embrace it I will
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC