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I admit, I am a cleft man
Torn between laughter and sorrow
My laughter is like a cherry blossom tree
Beautiful, bringing forth smiles and calm
In a blink of an eye my leaves and fruits fall and rot
Dissociable I become, bringing forth disgust and flies.
Bare as I am, I give no shade - leaving my love to feel the  scorch
I bear fruit for you and the soil beneath me
Is it the death in life that I fear or the life in death?
How dare I lament my past on par as the future ?
I am without words, just letters clotting in my every being
If I never say goodbye, be  joyful in my hello
They don't understand, no they don't
It's not that high, maybe from where you are
From the hole that I'm in, it is
It's not just the height, it's also the depth that I'm in

They don't understand, no they can't
It's not that deep, yes, from your comfort it's not.
It's so deep and dark I can't see the supposed ladder Infront of me
They don't understand, maybe they will never .

Maybe it's all an excuse, maybe it's not that deep
Maybe it's not that high and I can reach out
Maybe my hands aren't that crooked that I can hold on
Maybe my feet aren't that broken that I can stand and walk
Maybe my heart isn't shutting down
Maybe I'm not drifting out of consciousness.
Maybe just maybe I'm not dead

Stay positive you said
                                         This copse lives
Sitting here in dusty  clothes
Wondering why you pushed
I thought you loved me
So you said but here
Here I am with scrapped elbows
I didn't fall out of love, I was pushed out

The fallout of this betrayal poisons all memories
How are you to remain an angel in my sight ?
Bruised knees and knuckles are  what I get
What I undeservingly get  protecting your heart from
the fall
The push I mean,
I didn't fall out of love, I was pushed out

You broke more than my heart
How do I pick myself up  with these broken hands
Swollen ankles that can't withstand this heavy heart
Swollen eyes that can't see past this
And hope for the future that got lost during the fall
I mean the push,
I didn't fall out of love ,  I was pushed out

You pushed me out of love
I still wonder why
love regret fall sad
Shade siting , escaping scorching rays.
A book in hand, words reanimating  visuals.
The scent of pages drowned in tears,
They are different of course. Bitter is the scent of sorrow, few are the drenches of joy.
Past words coming to life, old life lived anew.
Lost words are found, though plain words are lost in interpretation.
This inked paper offers an escape.
Return I will, not now but the end.  
Let time tick till it sets,
While words tock to infinite.
I am thankfully  fortunate  
Though i owe thou.  
A sober kiss thou deserve
Though Methinks its impossible,
Thy presence intoxicates me
I am thankful

I am happily thankful  
Thy touch
Grants  angels hands shame
Thy aroma
Fives air its freshness
I am  fortunate  

I am somber
I am misplaced from thy presence
I am regretful
I canst not until beam
Yet,
I am  fortunate
                                                                       That i wot thou
No sir, no not me
Come no closer, can’t you see?
I’m freezing as the springtime frost
So won’t you let me be?
Wind tossed as the blossom
Bleeding from the tree
I am but a child; I’m lost
I am wild, not dutiful
Scarred inside; not beautiful
My demon lover  left me
Underneath the cherry tree
No sir, no not me

No sir, no not me
Come no closer, can’t you see?
I am not a fresh faced maid
No sir, we can’t be
Plucking cherries in the glade
Walking in the evening shade
I’m buried in the foetid earth
Awaiting spring, denied rebirth
In the soft sun, in the rain
I shall never rise again
No-one can ever set me free
No sir, no not me
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