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I stand before you with my heart on my sleeve
Drenched with the rain of my love
I beg you with every ounce of begging life
Please turn back the moment, to the point where I did not need to shed tears for you not to leave

When the sun smiled down on us in wonder
How sinful for a love so perfect to exist in this world
Before the stormy winds drowned out the light in our life
When just the sight of your lips had my lungs gasping to breathe.
The moment when your emotions fail to understand
When you need desire just to stand
When you wish time would turn back
When love was a masquerade
And your love with theirs went hand in hand
 Oct 2019 B D Caissie
dog pillow
The musty smell fills my nostrils and I am

Frustrated.

Lines don’t go where they belong and the paint won’t dry.

I love the brush like I love the paint.
Solemnly and with respect.

Smoothness rounds my movements
Shakiness fills my hands.

I want to feel how the oil feels
Powerful; purposeful.

But what remains of me is the canvas.
Blank and achingly abismal.
Fried interpretations
lazy goodbyes
Skeletal remains of grief
bearing down upon my
consciousness with remorse
My motions are devoid
The streets of paved
dead ends
navigates my life
to final disaster's grasp
Long gone
the fumbling foolish ways
The sacred divination
of youth wasted on youth
The prime existed
for no one
Just another night
of callous hands of the
indomitable spirit we thought
would be forever
I drink to the brevity
of early destinations
Before the curse of suits and ties
imprisoned the imaginations
running amuck
in the valleys of our
angst
Searing time droplet
on earth's shattered glass mantle -
new creatures appear



- fr
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