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Lyda M Sourne Mar 2018
Would you write a Requiem?
Some bells in there would be nice

Would you plant dandelions?
I've always fancied them as flowers rather than weeds

Would it be six feet under or as dust in the wind?
Well, I don't really mind as much

Would this be poetry or prose?

Sorry I'm just me
weird thoughts again
Lyda M Sourne May 2020
I know your voice,
Singing for me,
I know your eyes
Twinkling through the screen,

The way you smile,
The dimple in your cheek,
All of these things,
But I don't know you

Your birthday, your name,
Your tastes and your face,
I know these things
But I don't know you

And yet

May you shine
Like the star in the sky,
Filling up my heart
With the melody of your song,

May you sing the song
That dwells inside,
And I will be here,
Listening..listening..

Though your heart may be breaking,
Though it pains me to see,
You still smile like the sun
Through the storms in your seas,

Sweat on your temple,
Through blood and through tears,
You forge through it all,
So your song could reach me

You give me everything,
The me who has nothing
But my love to give to you

I'll be by your side,
Though they be against you,
Don't worry you'll see,
Everything is alright

I wish you happiness
I wish you peace
I wish you good fortune
And all of the bliss

You may not know me,
Never had and never will,
But I hope you will know this,

You are a star that shines
In the darkest of night,
And I will sail with you
Through wine-colored waters,
Listening to your song

I don't know you,
You don't know me,
But we are connected
Through a melody.
So I wrote this while thinking of my favourite artist in mind. You could say that this is a fan's return song to the singer(s) who inspired them. We may not know the real person behind an artist's stage persona, but we can still give them support and love for what they're doing and what they're giving to us.
Lyda M Sourne Dec 2018
Let us dance,

Let us sing,

Let us be merry and jovial



See! The lark flies!

Red and gold

Aflutter in the breeze!



The strings resonate

The drums beat in time

As horns and flute

Play



There is much to

Celebrate this

Auspicious day



Auspicious day?

No such thing!



Each day is much

Like the other

And tomorrow



So sadness, evil,

Anxiety,

Away with thee!



We will sing

Of what was,

What is,

What will be



The past shall not

return



The present ever

a walking pace



The future

Unforeseen



So will be our days

Left to fate



Such are the

Years short



So what use are

These of gloom and doom?



Stay with me,

Let us be with

Music til the end



But may our music

Never end.
Beethoven Violin Concerto, Op.61 - third movement
Lyda M Sourne Mar 2018
And you look at the world
With eyes filled with wonder and fascination

As though you are a scientist
And the world behind the glass is a laboratory

Experimenting with life
With none but one's own

As safety firsts and lab rules,
Are plastered all over the walls

They are but ignored
As curiosity would ****
For satisfaction

To find answers
To questions

Unasked
Lyda M Sourne Jan 2020
I guess that's it

Once you've found someone new
You forget me too

Just like everyone else
Who stepped away from my life

I am but a passing melody
Forgotten by the end of the piece
So our friendship was this shallow
Lyda M Sourne Jan 2020
Okay

So apparently

All the poems
These letters
These words

Hoping you would read them
Were all for naught
Because apparently I wasn't obvious.
Lyda M Sourne Feb 2018
Don't trust the words that come out of my mouth

I lie I lie I lie

There is no filter between brain and mouth

I lie I lie I lie

But my hand is connected to my heart
And my written words tell the truth
I should stop speaking alot..
Lyda M Sourne Apr 2018
I scrub and I scrub
The stains won't go
They stain the sink

The water washes it away
It spirals down the drain
The stain still stays

My hands are raw
But I see no point in bleeding
It still stains the sink
Lyda M Sourne Jan 2020
And they told me
Not to stay away

But I can't help it
My heart hurts
When I think of you
Lyda M Sourne Jul 2018
Stories sing of ways
That shed light on
Situations

Tall tales spake
Of things
With green envy

Thy name wilt one speak
Before the moon sets
Upon one's kingdom

And bite one's thumb
Shall one joust in word or sound
Even the ocean could not contain enough salt to pass around
Lyda M Sourne Feb 2018
Sunshine days come and go
So I'll enjoy today a little bit more

Sunshine days come a little less
And more rainy days I do confess

Sunshine days are precious little things
That flitter and flutter and has wings

Today is one of those sunshine days
So I smile a bit more just in case

I won't find those sunshine days anymore
What a rare day..what a lovely day..
Lyda M Sourne Feb 2018
Untouchable
memories
are
haunting me

You
took the
love
away from me
Read the first words of each sentence
Lyda M Sourne Mar 2018
Sit down with me and let's talk for awhile.

About things that matter, things that don't.

A sip of coffee, steam rising in the air.

It fogs your glasses, so you take them off.

I do love looking at you with no glass in between.

Maybe someday, I can look a little closer,
but with your eyes shut,
lips meeting mine,
and bliss in a moment so dear.
Lyda M Sourne Aug 2020
I thought I'd lost you
To harsh words and lies

Each day was a mess
With no one to talk to
No shoulder for my head to rest

We pass each other by
Wondering when our war would end

Not a war of fire
But of cold, cold ice

You smiled at me one day
And I smiled back

It was a start
For today

Where we finally talked
And you didn't hate me

And my fears
Were your fears
And we had thought our friendship was gone

But it had ended
The wall between us

I could finally hold your hand and say,
"It was terrible being at war with you."

And you replied likewise
I talked with my friend for the first time today after a year. I thought she hated me and she thought the same. But in the end, it seems that friendship can still sail through the storm. There is still things that needs ironing out, but I hope we keep what we had lost and now found again
Lyda M Sourne Feb 2018
I want to turn back time

Before the lies
Before my cries
Late in the night

I want to turn back truth

Before it hurt
Before cruel reality
Revealed itself to me

I want to bring them back

Before were four
Now we're no more
The family that was us
It's been some time, but it still feels wrong somehow..
Lyda M Sourne Apr 2018
Lay down a flower
For each memory of us

May the stems bend and not break
In the howling of the storm

Let the rain soothe the earth
And spring forth laughter

Of the colours of the meadow
Where feelings are as light as feathers
It's been awhile since I've had this light creativity instead of the dark poetry, so I'll record this for now
Lyda M Sourne Feb 2018
And in the end
There is no

The End

Because life is just
A series of
Unfinished stories
Lyda M Sourne Feb 2018
lure me in with the promise of your destruction and I will venture into the depths of the unknown

words are meant for a message across, don't make a riddle out of it

With a taste, tell me the tall tales of your inequities

Let them be divided in the quarters of your very heart and soul
Lyda M Sourne Jun 2019
Thoughts of you makes me happy
Thoughts of you make me smile

They make me feel all sweet and bubbly
They make me feel alright

On days when I feel lonely
On days when I feel sad

I just close my eyes and think of you
And I don't feel so bad
A little pick me up. Not lovers, but a dear friend
Lyda M Sourne Feb 2018
It's 3am

I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone

It's 3am

The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station

It's 3am

I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled

It's 3am

I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary

It's 3am

Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight

It's 3am

I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break
Insomniac nights are the worst. And it's been going on like this for quite awhile.
Lyda M Sourne Feb 2018
I just want to sleep
why can't you understand that
we're not friends
Insomnia
Give me something i can't have
Lyda M Sourne Feb 2020
Weddings are wonderful things
I know

But I can't help but be heartbroken
As I see a couple join together

Knowing if they do not love
There will be no chance of love
From a child of divorce
Lyda M Sourne Jan 2020
And I start this decade
Loving someone

Knowing I will face
The inevitable heartbreak
Later on
Lyda M Sourne Dec 2019
My head is drowning
And my heart feels like lead

My limbs are numb
And my eyes see unfocused
Lyda M Sourne Feb 2018
I know that we're over
But it still ******* hurts

I know I should move on to others
But my heart still lurks

At the thought of you

I'm torn in two

Like a heartbreak

On Valentine's Eve
Lyda M Sourne Mar 2018
My mind plays reruns on memories I wish existed

If only I could pause the moments I had with you

My dreams rewind each happy second I used to smile from the bottom of my heart

But now they've stopped and turned into a neverending loop of waybackwhens
Lyda M Sourne Jan 2020
You were someone
I could go to
When I wanted to feel
Closest to my happy self

But she took my place
Occupying your attention
Giving you what I cannot give

And so I step back
And let you go where you want to go
But still hoping you would
Step aside and walk beside me

Talk to me
Like we used to before
Lyda M Sourne Mar 2018
We say we're fine
But broken hearts don't hide from eyes

We say we're friends
But conversation stopped at our relationship end

We say we're back to normal
But we look the other way

We say we're moving on
But we avoid each other like plague

We say we'll stay together
But you left with no words
So I pulled you back
To say a proper goodbye

We don't say anything
Because there's nothing left to say
A maybe relationship ***** and I still don't know how to move on from that
Lyda M Sourne Apr 2018
Once upon a blue moon,
Fairy tales come true.

Once upon a time,
Happily ever after was real.

So let me be April's fool 'til the dawn of midnight,
Believing each lie painted white.
April fools!
Lyda M Sourne Apr 2018
I write stories when I'm happy
And poetry when I'm sad

But now I don't write at all
I have several writing styles along with a personality with them. Lyda is another of mine. I'm sorry I'm weird
Lyda M Sourne Mar 2018
I don't like lulls in time

Because lulls mean
Boredom

Because boredom means
Words

Because words mean

Words are mean

They cut and rip and tear and have jagged lines between the lines like

Jack the Ripper

Mysteries unsolved

I'd rather with mysteries unsolved

Because mysteries mean
Thinking

Because thinking means

No words
I fancy myself having a way with words, but sometimes words are a double-edged sword
Lyda M Sourne Mar 2018
Happy World Poetry Day!
Although I don't have much to say.

My words have run dry,
No matter how hard I try,
I can't find them.

But I'd like to give this simple greeting,
to those who can still express their feelings.

Let poetry and prose speak your mind,
and then maybe what you're seeking for
is what you'll find.
Lyda M Sourne Feb 2018
You are starlight
With galaxies reflected in your eyes
Planets within your soul

Made up of particles
Universes within universes within universes
An unfathomable and wonderful creation

Mind over matter
Made up of matters
You matter

— The End —