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Patrick Dec 2024
A lantern floating in the wind;
A solitary current,
Invisible;
Within.

Fast enough;
Beyond terminator light.
Travel in darkness;
To avoid my sight.

Set adift by malady,
Unworthy...
Is all I see.

Flame inside,
You'd ignite.
Now I float;
Flame curtained night.

Reflect on you;
Flares within.
Most important?
The time we spent.

Forever wishing,
Yearning for more.

Forever now,
My hand unmoored.

The time we spent,
Forever mourned.

C'est la vie,
mi amor.
"I hope this grief stays with me because it's all the unexpressed love that I didn't get to tell her."
Patrick Dec 2024
You taught me my own name.

I'd heard it before, sure,
But never in that way.
You spoke the soul into my dust.
Though you didn't provide it,
My name you read through thick red rust.
My soul had rained for so many days,
I'd nearly forgot it myself here beyond the rays.
Beneath these waves.
The dark blue color a thick, thick haze.
Shrouding me from memories chained.
Pushing me away from whence I came.
Pulling me down beyond decay.
The last thing remaining;
Was just my name.
Nothing else,
Your word provided more than Heracle's belt,
A rusted badge barely adored,
A shadow crushed deep; dark galore,
Yet;
You knew it so well,
From you expelled a truth profound.
When I heard your sound,
I was found.
The rest would come,
But for now...
You had come.








Reached so far down,
A warm smile bright,
My Sun beyond ocean's sky.
A surprised fright,
Somehow,
This Lady...
This Angel..
This Light.
My Link to Life;
To Love.
You're to blame.
You just spoke my name,
And these drops transformed into doves,
Lifting me up beyond darkness clung,
The deep, watery depths that I'd come to know of;
Were suddenly alien,
My name did not know of:
This place I had slept for so long...
Not a word had reached me.
No bells,
No gongs...
But you spoke my name,
And the Universe shook,
Like God herself had descended and took,
Some unnatural impulse to look upon me..
She spoke so softly,















My name.
So many ways to say one word, and yet none have the same flavor as when spoke by her
Patrick May 2024
I was a snake slithering on the ground,
For time untold before I was found:
By some sparkling-haired deity beyond beauty's bound;
I remember emerald eyes within an ocean round,
The warmth of her smile threatened to brown,
The strength of her soul I felt magnetically bound;
Picked me up and healed my legs;
Then with a kiss she flew away.

So now I grow wings,
To learn to do the same.
Patrick Mar 2024
It's been nearly two years since the last night we spent..
A pitiful attempt that I can only lament,
As I recollect the frightful prospect...
That the last night in heaven was one spent acting undead.

I was a hollow, masked up fool,
Daunted by the very thought of you;
Onto autopilot I go; Drool;
Both from lack of thought,
And thoughts of you.

How do you do?
Is that too rude?
Why did you leave?
Is that too?

Answers swirl around and bake a mind
That can't make it up to temp in time,
And so half-way these thoughts would stay.
Until the day she finally had the gall to say,
The answer that I knew is fate:

But hate it all, just the same.
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