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Thomas King Jan 2018
How does one traverse the distance
Between two hearts separated by love

How can one pass the infinite expanse
Of time created by their loneliness

Will their longing and heartache
Explode Like a supernova

Creating a vortex
That sends them both spiraling
Into an abyssal plutonic existence

Or will their passion and desire
Be strong enough to bend and warp the continuum

Bringing the far ends of the universe
In upon its self
Allowing their love to join once again

Creating a intergalactic paradox
Of celestial oneness
Thomas King Jan 2018
Flowing through the space
Of my new found existence.

I am no longer chained to the mortal shortfalls
Of my mortal being.

Freed from the trivial pursuits
of mans blind ambitions
and false dreams of hope and happiness.

No longer a part of the sick and twisted realities
Of societies collectively corrupt mind.

No longer wandering aimlessly
Through the endless maze of conformity
But free to absorb the spectral light of creation
And the universal energy of existence.

I am again one with it all,  
I am again one with myself.
Thomas King Jan 2018
A thought born from rage,
a decision made in haste.
An action performed out of anger
as a precious heart’s laid to waste.

Trembling lips blow out smoke
from the fatal shot of words spoken,
as the sanctity of ones promise
is left shattered and broken.

A soul stained with blood
from that murderous shot,
as the words enter the heart
painful and red hot.

A grieving face wet with tears
and the others eyes filled with shame,
as misguided emotions
were most likely to blame.

Jealousy, mistrust,
insecurity and greed,
from their tight grip
some can never be freed.

This emotional war we fight
is brutal and tough,
but as hard as some fight
it is never enough.

So whats left are the victims
of this senseless war,
leaving the survivors bloodied and broken
and empty to the core.

Words and emotions
are powerful weapons and tools,
so make sure you don’t put them
in the hands of loves fools….
Thomas King Jan 2018
Kindness and love
flows freely from your joyous being,
Radiating with a luminescence
bright and pleasing upon my soul

Chasing away the ebbing darkness
that threatens to engulf me
And denies the seed of my salvation to grow

Cascading words of rapture and merriment
Pours from your lips like a waterfall
Exciting and refreshing
Washing away the loneliness
Replenishing my dying pool of contentment.

Endless rays of the mornings bright promise
Reflect like diamonds in your eyes
across my emotional wasteland

Revitalizing the soil
with new expectations and hope
So that a new crop of pleasing feelings and thoughts
Can take root and flourish within me.

And your gentle hands
Can reap the bountiful harvest
That is my love.
Thomas King Jan 2018
Again I see her;

Fumbling for my thoughts
As I trip over my emotions.  

My heart pounding
As if to send a Morse code to my brain
So that it may fully understand
The urgency in delivering its message

My inner voice screaming the words
But somehow lose their way to my lips.

Desperation courses through my veins
As she goes to him

Tears of frustration run down my cheek
Only to be wiped away
By the cold hands of loneliness

My frantic emotions subside
Back to the only place
Where my love for her will ever truly be known,
Deep within myself
Thomas King Jan 2018
This pain is so intense
I never thought I would have to bear
This enormous feeling of emptiness
knowing you are no longer there

I try to ignore the dead silence
That endlessly screams your name
But my efforts to shut it out
Is just a painful silly game

Your time with me has expired
Our journey has come to a close
To think you would be here forever
Was just selfish of me I suppose

But now I must accept
And face the painful fact
That the knowledge of our fate
Is never really exact

So now I must face my fear
And say my final goodbye
Continue to be strong
And pretend not to cry

I know you are safe
And not suffering anymore
As you step across the threshold
Of heavens golden front door
Thomas King Jan 2018
I hear your heart beat
Pounding inside my head

A deafening aria
Vibrating every cell and nerve within

Reverberations of passion
Echoing down the celestial corridors
Of my brain

I hear your thoughts
Screaming in my ear
Like the gushing solar winds

Whipping and whistling
Through the cold blackness of space
As it cries out in ecstasy

I feel the soft touch of your skin
As your spirit enters my body
And embraces my soul
In its loving arms

I smell the sweet scent
Of your body on mine
And the taste of your desire
While consuming the very essence of your being
As we become one.

Exploding like a super nova
And sending ripples of passion
Throughout the expanse of our very existence

And giving birth to a love
That can be felt light years away
From our own realities

A conception of universal beauty
Growing into a world
Of everlasting peace and happiness
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