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Like a breath of fresh air,
a deep breath, the kind that
is painful to hold in. Even more
to let go.

Loving him wholeheartedly was the hardest thing to do.
With every inch of my brain, body and heart, every crease of my soul, I loved him.
I loved him even when the
bruises and cuts covered my heart in blood.
I loved him even when I shouldn’t have.
Nothing would ever make me leave.

His blood, entwined with mine, tangled in my veins.
I have his eyes. His smile. His attitude.
Two lives completely different,
completely the same.
No, not my first lover.
The first person I loved.
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
Aroody
She stood there and I approached  her and said :

" You think it's blood that runs through these veins?  No , it's not blood it's your love. "

She smiled with eyes that swam in tears.  
Finally I told her what I wanted to tell for a long long time.  


[ Far in Love ] ( To be published 2016)

©2015 AROODY
Book writing in progress
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
Emilea
incense
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
Emilea
I remember the way you laughed while you played the piano. Your dark brown eyes followed your hands, gliding across the keys. They were just broken chords, but you made it sound like a cadenced sonata. I look at old pictures and fall in love with the people my parents used to be: free-willed, adventurous, happy. I wonder who convinced them they'd fall miserable if they didn't change. I burn these musty incense in an effort to get a smell different than that of sadness. But all they do is turn it to smoke and send it drifting through my head. You don't get high because you get scared; I get scared either way. Everyone is enchanted by the sunset; but once it's gone, they leave the moon to be alone. I want to feel what I felt when I laughed and you stared and mustered a "wow' in awe. You've become everything I've wanted, and further proscribed.
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
steve green
This much I know

Twas a night of epic cheer

Though it turned to blur

sometime between

hello and good bye  

So here I lie

in a strange bed

Unclear how I got here

or what I did

and with whom

Singular or plural

Very hard to say

Next move

Do I sneak out silently
or snuggle
with the mystery lump
laying next to me?

Is this the end
or a romance beginning?

What was her name again?
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
tee2emm
Trees swinging and swaying
Winter wings bellowing
Fallen leafs collecting
More time to spend raking
What becomes of a garden without its green?

Once we met but have parted ways
The sorries, forgive mes and I love yous we once said
Lasted no longer than the spring rains
But the memories made always stays
Stay to make days long and nights cold
To make life somewhat lonesome

Relationships and trees
I don't see much differences
Both grow and flourish in spring
Wither and shed with the Winder's dry wind
Requiring much care, nursing and tending
Still without assurance of surviving

I have made a handful of friends
A garden I intend to proudly tend
All broken branches to bind and mend
Its green must know no end
I am irrigating till spring comes around again.
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
Aman Dheer
Covered with flesh and blood, a youth is born
on October the first, started holding a rattle with
his five fingers, once he grew old he learned to
crawl and started by walking off beside the water
smooth sea waves knocked him down but he stood up
after a fresh start, days passed by him like a snowstorm
he can’t be hiding by the bushes while playing hide ‘n’ seek
with his mates till one of his friends found him awake
lost in his dreams, stumbled upon a rosy cliff
falling and falling as if he is running only in his dreams
not too soon he went to school to take lessons on life
years and years he grew a little, when finally he visioned his
dreams, rowing the lake down and climbing the hill up
just left to foster his life to a coaster he was grown up
with a smile showing his teeth when he met his partner in
a disco theater shimmering with old christmas candles
they both went to the church to tie a bond between them
lived happily everlasting when his son grew up and
amazed them, without knowing what death had planned for them
after sometime on a snowy december they sat by close to the
embers and at midnight the bell ranged around only to
know that they passed away and the trees shed their leaves
only to feel how they felt and after they were taken back
into the ground with a blessing still holding each others hand
even in silence, they whispered quietly their life together
it is the tragedy one should remember, this is the journey
one should undertake for a moment, pray to god that their
soul may rest in peace till the world ends.
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