Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
  Apr 15 Tanner
Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
Tanner Apr 12
When the snow would fall
It suffocated the world
And it never stopped
This is a haiku I made, I hope you like it!
Tanner Mar 30
Waiting for a sunrise
Watching the horizon
The moon passes us by
And turns it’s back on me

I can feel it calling
That invisible place
The dark side that holds you
When you’re so far away

Words, they hold no meaning
Here, where the shadows fall
And the stars weep for us
As we all fade away

Down here, where every one
Of their voices cry out,
Pleading for another
Chance, to be whole again
Tanner Mar 30
A cold silhouette of what was once
Here, stalking past, making no sound.
Fading into the background,
A silent memory
Of what used to be
Something greater.
You and
Tanner Jan 30
Oozing ****
Infection spreading
The Wounds opening up

A nasty sore
Corrupting and killing
Until healing is unheard of
Feasting on the pain it brings you

Every word
Adding fuel to the fire
With no escape
As it tears through you

Pain so long
It no longer registers
Allowing it’s seeds
To Spread even farther

A quiet nights doom
Of a thousand maggots
Feasting on the corpse
That the disease left behind

The silence a reminder of
The life you used to live
Until the pain ate away
Everything you knew

With the love never being the same
Until those of you speak of it
Let you know what you should be
And yet whenever one chooses this life

They won’t be free
A curse of a chosen few
Whenever it is not that they won’t
But that they can’t

Till then they realize
What exactly has happened
And the wound first opens up
To feast on the soul of the lucky

The process begins
One almost inescapable
Until the shell that they were
Is brought to those that loved

— The End —