The
young lover's
committed suicide
by
inhaling
carbon dioxide
gas.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
When absent...
weep not for me
for
I am with you always
I am
the breeze
that gently moves your hair
to view the laughter
In your
eyes
I am the gentleness
of rain
caressing your cheek
and slowly tickling your neck
Just
to see you
smile
I
am the warmth
of morning sunlight
and
the cool kiss of evening
that leads you softly
to thy bed
I am
the familiar embrace of sheets
and
comfort of pillow
I am ... each and every... dream
I am every waking moment
I am everything and nothing
that causes you
to pause
and think of me
So
when I am absent ...
weep not for me
my love
for...
I am always ...
with you.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 6:05 AM UTC
*** like suicide's
always better
when the lights
go out.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
I dreamt
of mine own death
and woke up...
smiling
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
Is this
all there is ?
0r
am I
missing something
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 5:45 AM UTC
Her eyes
held me captive
her kisses
set me
free
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
y
o
u
took
away
my tears
replacing
them with
your
own.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 9:35 PM UTC
Released from prison
and yet
only now ...
he's truly
free
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 9:20 AM UTC
If you really
wanna shut me up
then
kiss me
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
I am the oak bent or' and aged
That once stood brave as natured raged
the lines were drawn the battle staged
and man with time compassion caged
I am the field scarred by each track
that shared the weight of soldiers pack
and too felt pain from shell and flak
and those gone forth no more came back
I am the breeze scented with death
as noxious gas inhaled as breath
sent young men blind without the f
and yet their leaders ears were deaf
I am the rain washed or their blood
and roused the poppies from their bud
to honour all whom fought for good
but died before they ever should
I am the cross the epitaph
the stolen kiss the chance to laugh
when young men walked the broken path
of anguish and the aftermath
I am the note that says beware
tread lightly here with tender care
for fresh eyed boys with features fair
bore arms for you now your weight bare
I am the oak with shrapnel scars
that guides their souls to waiting stars
where commoners prop up the bars
toasting their faith with three hoorars
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 9:55 PM UTC