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The first time
I know we both recall
Filled with lights and laughs
Promise was in season
That summer night

My ever-lurking void
Soon filled by you
Excitement, pleasure
Filled by both you
And the idea of you

Yet which was greater
I realized all too late
Which still felt much too soon

I ended us
Cut us short
Nothing changed
Only my vision

And yet
My heart and my life
Have been left a-longing
I can't have the companion
It's "too soon" to start looking
I can't endure the solitude
It's gone too long
And returns in an instant

How much of you
Shall I truly miss?
Standing on the hillside
Stilled winds blanket my skin
I close my eyes and embrace
Worms born of skies and clouds
Blank are the colors they inspire

Lying on the hillside
Earth's feathers caress my limbs
I close my eyes and imagine
My bed sinking beneath the ground
Under may I breathe better than above

Falling down the hillside
Sunless upon the town, small and wilting
I close my eyes and remember
Sensations akin to this, akin to innocence
Come the end of my fall, will either of us stand?

Before this old hillside
A body still as corpses about the air
Open eyes shimmer, puddles of rain
Ashes, dirt and dust swim about this sprawled figure
Clothing for naught, now flesh sings with Her whole
 Mar 2016 Viola
SøułSurvivør
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~~~/\^/\/\^^--~~

we see the same stars
knowing somehow
the light enters
our corneas
at exactly
the same
time

yet we have such
varied ideas
about the

sky

we read the same books
the same letters which
make up the magical
ideograms we call

WORDS

yet our thoughts vary
as to meanings and
how they will
impact
us

but one thing we all
have in common

we ache to be understood
that our words adequately
describe our feelings
our hearts radiate
from the page to
enter readers
pupils like
the light
from


☆ STARS ☆


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/19/2016
Written for Pamela Rae

Thank you for taking me
out of myself
and teaching me to
capture my sadness
and be
"mindful"

ALL THE BEST TO YOU, POETFRIEND!
 Mar 2016 Viola
Rachel W
Let there be music to fill my ears
with the voices & melodies I cannot make
Let there be music to fill my soul
with the crescendos & chords I cannot replicate

Let there be stars to fill my eyes
with the wonder & beauty I cannot be
Let there be stars to fill the night
with the majesty & radiance from which I cannot flee

Let there be music to fill my ears
Let there be stars to fill my eyes
So I may be understood as I shed tears
So I am not alone when I cry
Sometimes the things God has placed in this world are so beautiful that I want to cry.
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