Little flower
I consider you closely
And admire your beauty
You are a little miracle
Your colors and fine lines
Every little bit of perfection
In your creation
Leaves me awestruck
I'm glad I took the time
To find you and appreciate you
You represent hope and determination
You are my little flower
As the sun causes you to grow
Your simplistic beauty inspires me to grow as well
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
Sobriety was easy
When I was broke
When I had money
It became a joke
Fighting my own battles
Living my own personal hell
All the while trying not to hit the bottom
By hitting the bottle
Every sip and drink became a punishment
For all past wrongs wronged
Self forgiveness is for what I longed
The sadness and loneliness was quite unbearable at times
How many wake-up calls would I get?
How many wake ups did I have left?
The best had yet to come and I was squandering it
Drinking my sorrows away at the bottle of a bottle
Was doing nothing but creating more problems
I couldn't fight it
What was done is done
I was no longer forever young
It was time to make things right
This is why I write
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 2:58 AM UTC
The rain has come and soaked me to the bone
Set me out to dry so I can get along
Should the clouds turn against me again
I'll be alright because I'll still be alive
Whether it's thunder or lightning
Rain or snow
If I get to my bed at the end of the night
Everything is going to be alright
If a storm cloud follows me around
An umbrella will become my best friend
I won't be caught unprepared again
Things aren't always inclement
Knowing that the sunshine will eventually come back
Is what keeps me going
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
My hunger for recipricated love
Had left me starving
I was famished because I had been left without
Too much at once could **** me
I had to take it slow
So unfamiliar to me
I couldn't even remember how to do it properly
Out of place
Out of mind
Out of patience
Out of time
Wondering if this circus will ever end
Keep on giving
Never receiving
I'm setting a trend
All I want
Is to get what I give
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
The walls we build up around ourselves
With intentions of protecting us
Inadvertently imprison us
Made wary by our own cautions
Afraid to take chances
Never letting anyone in
And never getting out
We have locked ourselves in and away
Our own fears have swallowed the key
With this type of thinking
We will never be free
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 3:57 AM UTC
As the past slips in
I remember
Sometimes the smallest things
Trigger a cascade of memories
And I remember you
As the past pulls me back
I wonder how I ended up here
Like reading chapters of a book
To not understand how you managed to end up on page 53
Is kind of how I wonder what ever happened between you and me
As the past teaches me lessons
I learn to look back
Just as I look side to side
Before I cross the street
So I remember what obstacles
Tripped me up before
I know this time
To walk a little more carefully
As the past broke my heart
I'm still not fully broken
The future holds a chance at a new start
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
While it rains
We sit in a window
Looking out waiting for it to stop
Our life goes into a limbo
All this precious time in our lives
We waste on waiting
For something or someone
To happen
We wait for the light turn green
For our laundry to be done
We wait for the oven to preheat
Or for reciprocated love
This limbo we live in while we wait
Gives us nothing but grey hairs
As our precious time slips away
Patience is a virtue
When it comes to the right things worth waiting on
But how much time is wasted in that limbo
On things that aren't worth the wait?
It's a fine line
Deciding when it's appropriate to wait
But it's not worth it when we put our lives on hold
With or without patience
We grow old
In the end
We all have an end
How many of your pages are filled with words and events
Instead of ellipses (...) which is
The limbo we sit in while waiting
© Nathan Pival 2016
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
My request and desire
Was for you to use my face as a seat
An insatiable hunger
Your southern lips
I wanted to eat
Tongue flat against your flower
Taking my ability to breathe away
I have given you the power
As things get more intense
I put my tongue inside
You pull my hair and push
My face you begin to ride
Your sweet nectar is flowing like a river
I can feel your thick juices
Running down the sides of my face
Pressing hard, you begin to quiver
Pleasure maxed, I push into you
Feeling your release
Brings me satisfaction too
When we are through
You taste yourself as you bite my lip
Into sated sleep we safely slip
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
I was the moon
And you were the stars
You were faraway
But I knew you were out there
I was surrounded by your presence
Yet never knew your touch
I was the moon
Traveling on my own
Wondering if we would ever meet
One day the light was different
When you came into my life
You became my sun
I was finally warmed by your touch
But it was ever fleeting
Always a chase
Rarely meeting
I was the moon
And you were the sun
Saying goodbye became a greeting
Every now and then our epic chase
Would turn into a meeting
An eclipse and melding of souls
Almost as soon as it began it would end
And we would begin our chase again
I was the moon
And you were the sun
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
The art of loneliness
Isn't to be appreciated or loved
But it is felt and known by many
A lesson not taught but learned
Like flying in a rocket ship
Looking down and seeing everyone
And how the world seems to work
The feeling of not belonging with everyone else
Alone on your journey to fly alone
Always on the outside, looking in
Wondering what it would be like
To be at home somewhere
The real art of loneliness
Is how well so many of us hide it from others
Finding a career
Getting married
Being social
Yet never feeling at home
There are moments when we connect
Or cross paths with others that remind us
We aren't truly alone
It can be difficult to not become needy of these people
And we will drive them away
Because in the end
This is what we know
The art of loneliness isn't something you share with someone
We have moments that bring smiles and happiness
And those are the times when we grow tired
Because anything worth enjoying
Is better off shared with someone you love
This is the art of loneliness
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 1:54 AM UTC