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The  
s i m p l e  t h i n g s
You can't do for me
Killed my love for you.
casting Shadows... dreams of Faraway days... spinning in circles... my mind is a maze... I often wonder... what the days will bring... as I sit all alone... watching others smile and sing... hoping one day I will be able to say... I am truly happy... at least for one day... until that time... I try and mask the pain... alone with my demons... I often try to tame...
... Kelcee All
I lie awake each night
Long after you're asleep
I envy your restful slumber
Through salty eyes I weep

As the air thickens
I struggle just to breathe
Bowing my head in sorrow
I pray so desperately

Grant my mind solace
If my thoughts go astray
Allow my soul to carry on through grief courageously

Protect me from the pain
That haunts my every thought
Awaken my restless spirit
If my dreams become too dark

Make my heart resilient
If it shatters painfully
Teach me about patience
While I gather it piece by piece

Allow me the courage
To assemble it once again
As I try not to crush
The fragile pieces in my hand

If my strength grows weary
And I tremble at the knees
Hold my hand and steady me
So I stumble gracefully
Writing this poem helped me through one of the darkest hours of my life. Out of pain, we can create much beauty. We just need to listen to the soul. I hope it helps you see the beauty through your pain.
As want
   Of greedy eyes
Turn bold
     In view
Of  pristine
      Mountaintops

In sights
    Of  female
tender folds
In supple Petals
    Of a rose

As breaths
     Of impassioned
Lovers sighs
      As love should
Be immortalized

'Tis there go
      You and I
As wild as tame
       As the lion
And lamb

Stronger deeper
      Every day
To heights
       Of ecstasy
To dream

The dreams
      No man
 Has ever dreamed
      Before
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Karma
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ryn
If the
weight of thoughts
could wear away
the resilience
of the broken bough,

I must’ve done
something terribly
wrong
to feel the way
that I do
right now.
My life is on a time schedule
one day I have to get out of this world
and I'll not be able to do anything
and see nothing ever again
I have to be the end
I'm so afraid; my life isn't delightful!

There's only one thing
I think would be beautiful
about death is that there is nothing
no pain, no depression, nothing
if I believe in only one God
and follow his messenger and every rule.

God, guide me to the right path
I am full of sin and you're merciful
I have done something wrong
in this momentary world
please forgive me; I am nothing!
without your mercy; you're powerful.
If can can’t why can’t can,
I always wonder when I think about those who think they can,
Much to do with talking and nothing to do with action,
We have praised them, for we thought they can,
If can can’t why can’t can,

With little we have we have raised them to the highest mountains,
For we know we can’t, and we thought they can,
Yet they have enriched their pockets and rendered us obsolete,
If can can’t why can’t can,

They have told us we can’t and they can,
But I did be in despair for we can’t and they can’t either,
So today I ask why?
If can can’t why can’t can.

But in life politicians use us because they know we are useful and we think we are useless,
they will always use us and comfort us with lies
I don’t regret much what I am.
How can I regret what defines me?
The way I am is an answer to how I feel.
I am my own universe, omnipresent
and yet a mere glimpse of insignificance
in others awareness or lives.
A blip in the whole of eternity.

You may think me ignorant
even cold, that’s not the truth.
Just a reflection of me mirrored
through the stained windows of you.
You can fall in love with the image
I transcend, the spark I ignite,
the pull of my voice
or softness in my touch,
but it is just as short lived
as fireworks, a spark of light
on the endless night sky.

I am not telling you
that things don’t matter
in a life so short lived
as a human life cycle.
I do not mean,
that you should stop loving
or that you can avoid hating
even that you may stop trying
to save the world.

In fact I am saying the opposite.
Make every moment count,
live them to the fullest,
make them yours.
Savor the actions,
the laughter, the passion
even the grief, heartache or anger.
You are a drop in the ocean of time
one of many particles and yet,
the one and only.

Life is short.
Eternity is not.
From the lost archives
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Cné
Let the stars fly away
and leave the moon shining,
With You and I dancing
under the light until morning,

Hear the music playing
to the tune of heartbeats
Spiral waltz into the atmosphere
in the circle of our heat.

Swing under the moonlight
and be lost in love’s delight,
Souls in unison, while shaking,
and twisting in the night,

Fantasy performed in the body
moving from side to side,
Magical pleasure the souvenirs
reminisce with pride.

Imagine the night where the moon
glows in a fountain
The tiniest lives from natures hive
paddle in the ripples,
Lift the mind into the songs
with a picturesque scene that dazzles

And you smile in that moment
to cast a wishful token,
With one look into faith
at dreams destiny create, unspoken

The amazing aura in which
our desire can participate,
Leaving moves in photos
to embrace the ambiance found.
Being romantic; the party stood
silhouette around,

Shadows swing from the walls
unto the dance floor,
You hear the sound but your body
cries out for more.

Into the moonlight
eyes blinded by heavenly bliss,
And the glittering stars appear
in the halo of a kiss.
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