There's no song in the wind ~
It's been a million miles since I've heard your voice ~
The leaves fall at someone else's feet ~
The trees sway to lyrics I don't recognize ~
At cliff's edge where we once held hands ~
There is a fog that blankets every emotion under my skin ~
I'm lost and you are gone ~
There's nothing else to do ~
But fall ~~~
TiaJFajardo
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
i think how we need to be loved as adults stems from our childhood (or lack thereof).
if you were abandoned, you need to be smothered, to know every second that you're adored. but as a child you were always alone, so the very love you crave makes you feel suffocated and crawling white knuckled to get out.
and so this war rages inside of us, until we have exhausted ourselves & perhaps those who were brave enough to extend their hands.
©raine cooper
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
It's been so long,
Since I've written for her,
I apologize,
But I've been too busy,
Kissing the words into her mouth
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
The words are dying ~
But my eyes are still crying ~
Years later I pine for the love we shared ~
I long for the days you cared ~
I walked away ~
And a thousand times ~
You asked me why ~
And a thousand times ~
All I could do was cry ~
It was fear my love ~
Forever was an unimaginable mountain to climb ~
My young heart could not take the fierce winds ~
The harsh weathers at the top ~
I chose to fall ~
I've never recovered ~
I've never been able to climb again ~
I wait here for you at the bottom ~
But you're already halfway up ~
Holding the hand of another ~
She likes the wind ~
And has better climbing shoes ~
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
i can only write of you,
and you will live here with me
for as long as my hands can hold a pen
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
Last night,
I held the ocean's hand,
It was soft and giving,
Nothing like the mysterious depths you described,
That body of water was created inside your mind,
You built her up so high, she couldn't help but fall,
Couldn't help but violently crash onto the rocks below
Now she's bruised and cut, with precious pieces missing,
But I'll be the sun that rises and sets for her every night and day,
and I am not afraid of what lies beneath,
Because she's seen my face, even the masks I try to hide,
I smile and kiss her cheeks,
She is 70% water and I will drink her before drowning in the warmest depths of her skin,
Perhaps the moral of this story is that your ocean,
was never meant to be crossed,
It dwells like a black sea, with secrets and the broken hearts of others,
When the night is betrothed to the shadows,
He does not betray her and seek out other light,
But you did,
And now the ocean is gone,
Her gentle waves have reached a safer shore,
and I will keep her here with gentle truth and love
The ocean isn't just beautiful at night, but she is full of rage and fury,
And at last,
She is mine.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
some people never leave.
they're always inside you,
crushing your glass bones,
and setting fire to your paper heart
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
You cant save my life
I am drawn
drawn in my own pain
You cant make me happy
I am covered
Covered with my own grief
You cant read me
I am written in the paper
damped by my own tears
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC