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Patrick 16h
Shifted my sight like She's god and I'm Light,
And now I see only Burgundy Blue.

I thought the world was blue,
And searched within that truth.
I found the light,
Shining so bright,
But it was still only blue.

You came into my life,
A prismatic, golden sight.
You shifted me down,
Threw me around,
And changed all that blue to red.

I'd never felt more alive and true,
I thought the old world of blue,
Was all there Was, Will, and Will Be,
And all I could think was, "Woe is me!"

But now there's red,
My passion outed,
As I feel my own heart,
Beat through the blue start.

My heart now bled,
And mixed into blue,
Such a pleasant Burgundy with you.

She shifted my sight,
like She's god,
and I'm Light,
And now I see only,
Burgundy Blue.
Feb 2023 · 347
December Rose
Patrick Feb 2023
Your love is oxygen in a flooding mind.
Life support denied,
Yet still we try.
A breath of life taken a bit too far,
A breath of might as we fight the world.
The water recedes as love does grow,
Pressures exceed anything I'd come to known,
Encompass me,
Breaking bone,
And as I heal,
I heal surrounded by my home.
Jan 2023 · 344
Goodness Cut It?
Patrick Jan 2023
I had been just good,
For goodness sake and none else,
Until I met you.
Goodness lacks a cut. Or does it?
Jul 2022 · 437
A Grief Sigh
Patrick Jul 2022
Vivid memories of you: just a word or phrase.
Hiding meaning like a yolk in an egg.
A "Hello kitten",
A cheeky laugh,
The brightest smile,
I miss our past.
Patrick Jul 2022
This life: a single drop.
My soul: An ocean unbound.
The source of ripples through the well of my existence:
A moment in time,
You.
An ocean of grey:
Infinite, timeless, vast;
Unyielding to change.
All transformed,
Drop by drop,
Unbound cascade.

The time we met:
You,
Changed infinite fates.
Jul 2022 · 1.8k
But a Shadow
Patrick Jul 2022
When I was but a shadow,
You saw through my disguise.
You saw my mind,
Looked past the blight,
You held me close,
Untied this rope,
And retied into a neat red bow:
Uniting mind, body and soul.
Jun 2022 · 351
Kindling
Patrick Jun 2022
You provide me kindling to burn through despair.
In my darkest moments, you become a torch to bear.
Under crushing weights, a Herculean belt.
Under bright stars, a sublime presence felt.
In my mind, a voice with no doubt.
In my soul, a light that never goes out.
Patrick Apr 2022
First one death,
The Old destroyed.
Reborn anew,
Unto two,
Those two combined,
And with it life.

He has read the holy scriptures,
He's learned the myths abroad.
He's lived and breathed among every star,
Yet still He felt so lost.

He's seen the Cosmic Maw,
He's wandered the Abyss,
He's looked under every grain of sand,
But even still,
Somehow He missed.

Until that night?
A blinding light?
This lady?
Nay?
This Heavenly Light?

She extended her hand,
Her smile like a sun,
and embraced this lost creature,
Who had been born on the run.

She was human and more, Broken and healed.
She was a beautiful unknown in a world of guilt.
She was a treasured sunrise over a blossoming world,
She was the most amazing thing I have ever felt, held or heard.

My philosopher's fire,
My alchemical catalyst.

As if suddenly articulate,
I could embrace those around.
I learned of more than survive and drown;
I learned more of myself.

The groundwork finally laid,
With equal parts Her help,
He finally was here to stay.
I could finally live and play.

First one death,
The Old destroyed.
Reborn anew,
Unto two,
Those two combined,
And with it my life.
Mar 2022 · 276
Your Voice
Patrick Mar 2022
A bunker above,
Nothing below.
Through these thick walls,
Only echoes flow.

This bunker above,
I built it myself.
Down here alone,
The only threat is yourself.

I built it so thick,
As to never hear again.
Nothing but solitude,
Maybe a cocktail or gin.

But even down here,
So far below the Earth,
Your voice still reached me,
So I best get to work.
Jan 2022 · 479
Theory/Practice
Patrick Jan 2022
Life was all just theory,
Until you flowed into my life.
Life is now more practical,
Thanks to that shining light.

We parted ways so soon,
But still I see your light.
More radiant than a Sun,
Always brightening my life.

My life is now all practice;
No more theory, fear, or spite.
My life is all the better,
Thanks to that girl:
My Light.
Aug 2021 · 296
Sea
Patrick Aug 2021
Sea
When I think back to that moment in time.
It is as if my breath has been ripped up my spine.
I am frozen and trapped beneath the waves
Of thoughtless words and catch-less phrase.

It's easier now, as time moves on
Maybe time moves more slowly where the thoughts respond.
Maybe with time,
I'll be able to breath more.
And slowly I'll walk through this memory's door.
And slowly I'll work through all the anger and hate.
And slowly I'll heal, maybe at some later date?

That's my hope,
My ability to breath,
As I suffocate beneath this
Sea.
Aug 2021 · 347
Half Mask Me
Patrick Aug 2021
You chipped the mask away at night,
And together we rebuilt the face inside.
You healed the wounds carved so deep;
You and I; Ever so softly.
But now you've left; You are so far gone.
Here I still sit: Half masked; Half wrong.
Jul 2021 · 646
Strange Love
Patrick Jul 2021
It's strange.
I've always lived for love.
But you taught me to live for me.
And I only want to do that with you.
May 2021 · 333
Romantic Paw
Patrick May 2021
Monkey's Paw,
So tried and true.

My own flaw,
Not so new.

Love is fleeting;
Beauty rests.

Hate is flowing;
Demon's nest.

Down below;
Up above;
All around as we all fall.

Monkey's Paw,
Romantic Truth.
Dec 2020 · 564
Do you see?
Patrick Dec 2020
Alone you sit,
Right here with me.
But do you see?

I hope you see.

Do you see?
Darkness surround.
Do you see?
Am I at last found?

Do I see?

I do not know.
Creeping in; No ember glows.
The fire fades,
The shadows creep.
Is it just me?
For eternity?
Apr 2019 · 442
Love's Gravity
Patrick Apr 2019
He was an asteroid, she was a moon.
She was spectacular, and he was just passing through.
His leave was inevitable, surely they both knew. . .

The gravity of two intertwined,
And thus did their lives for a time.
But soon the gravity was not enough,
The leave came too soon, but she'd always remember his bluff.

"Close your eyes my dearest moon,
And sleep while the Sun is rising at high noon.
Think of me when you shine so bright;
For I'll be with you:
The darkness surrounding your light."

If I could wish, my wish would be:
Just one more day,
Just you and me.
Oct 2018 · 1.0k
Earthly Star
Patrick Oct 2018
The sky is filled with beautiful stars,
But I would rather stare at you.
The Sun will rise day after day,
But I would rather rise with you.

I look at you and see my future;
As cheesy as the moon after a night filled with liquor.
I would sell my soul to keep yours intact.
I want you to be happy,
I want it to last.

I'd sing you a symphony if you wanted a song.
I'd climb Mount Everest to build you a home.

I love you more than I can explain.
You're The One person who can always stop the rain.
Written then understood
Sep 2018 · 363
Too Much
Patrick Sep 2018
I knew I was ******, when I took an experiment of thought. I wondered what I'd really wish for if somehow a genie lamp wound up at my door?

And when the first words out of my mouth,
Contained no mention of wealth; No peace for the world, or Godhood, or such.
But,  maybe asking for her is asking too much.
Apr 2018 · 2.0k
Island
Patrick Apr 2018
I once thought my goal in life was to remain golden and pure.
And for so long everything I saw only made me more sure.
But now Im alone.

Loneliness enters me like a poisonous mist.
With each breath I take, it amplifies how much I missed.
Missed memories, feelings, people, and more.
How much have I missed while I tried to remain "pure"?

This heart of mine now feels only pain.
Anguish fuels my thoughts, as if my mark of cain.
What I once thought divine only brings more devilish praise.
My heaven turned hell, these intentions set ablaze.

I cannot continue this inner conflict alone.
No man is an island,
No matter how pure.
Mar 2018 · 4.7k
Ghost
Patrick Mar 2018
I am a ghost.
For I exist but do not live.
We take these bodies as if some host,
That is not us; Not even close.

I continue moving through the waves of contempt, battering against my soul like waves against some ancient ship.

This old vessel is coming close to a breach; What it needs is to find some beach. The rough waters of life are tearing it apart, turning brilliant blue to as black as my heart.

Poisoning every drop that washes against the body of a man who cannot ever win. If he does nothing he will surely drown, but any effort will also bring those around down.

So this ghost haunts the vessel, and at least for a time, he watches the world slowly fade to black; as he exists in a life upon which he turned his back.

— The End —