He was a poet,
She his poetry.
He was a crooner,
She his melody.
He was a painter,
She his masterpiece.
He was a monk,
She his inner peace.
He was a captain,
She his ship.
He was an admiral,
She his fleet.
He was a laddie,
She his missy.
. . .
. .
.
Now there's no more she.
Forlorn is he.
W e e p i n g.
G n a s h i n g.
W a n d e r i n g.
Stripped of...
"E v e r y t h i n g"
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
teach me the art of listening
and i will paint your silence
on my heart
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
I'm lying on a soft, warm bed
not made of cotton
but of dirt and pebbles
I stretch my fingers over it
and sigh as I open my eyes
My eyes are round with wonder
as they take in the canopy of flowers above
Long, vibrant stems caress my body
as the peaceful white ladies
stand tall beside me
This can't be real, I think.
Yet I stretch out my hands
and pluck a flower
to feel its power
Beautiful and so fragile,
a poor little thing indeed
I put it in my mouth to taste
and cringe as I taste leather.
I push myself off the ground
and stand over the eerie canopy
that confused me so.
Then I look up
to see rolling hills
stretched out as far
as the eye can see.
As I stand there admiring
A push makes me lurch forward
and I fall on the ground
out of my real bed
tangled up in my bed sheet.
I'm depressed as I realize
that I'm back to my reality
and I curse the one
who had pushed me.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
I hate to admit it, I rarely dream, this is true.
But when I rarely dream, all I see's me and you.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
Love is not in the air
No.
Love is in the ground
The ground on which you walk.
Love is not a feeling
No.
Love is the way you look at me
When I'm not looking.
Love is not the past
No.
Love is the present
the seed that became a tree
Love is not the future
No.
Love is forever
Love is you and me.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
Terrible
Outraged
Insane
is what you make me feel
Reality
Mentality
Your face
is that with which I can't deal
Scarred
Depressed
Shattered
is what I'll forever be now
Love
Dreams
Life
You have changed them for the worse somehow
Memory
Fantasy
Obsession
is what you have become
Drink
Drugs
Death
Hell sounds like fun ...
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
Hello Stranger
You're so beautiful
I want to smile at you
just as a friendly human to another
But I lose my chance
as you look at me,
in condescension.
Then through me
as if I'm not there,
as if you don't care.
True, why should you
but it hurts me so
To feel rejected
dejected
I turn away
alone
towards my solitude
My sole companion in life
and fail to notice
that you're hurt too
The broken pieces of your soul
form the aura around you
and all you needed from this world
was just a smile.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
He loved her.
And
She loved him.
But neither knew.
So when they woke up,
Together,
They thought it was a mistake,
And neither chose to be the first to wake,
And accidentally right the wrong,
So they both slept forever.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
I climbed up the stairs
having switched off the light
My legs took the steps in pairs
my eyes hadn't adjusted yet to the night
The beat of my heart goes higher
I stop and close my eyes
Waiting for it to tire
not thinking about what lies
behind me.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
You are the reason
I know
why dreams come true
You are the reason
I know
that I was meant for you.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC