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Jun 2017 Smit

Giovanni

I thought we were a poem meant to be written
I thought we were a song meant to be sang
I thought we were movie meant to be filmed
I thought we were a book meant to be published

You broke my heart but I have memories, they keep me warm inside. But those same memories tear me apart. My tears are hard to hide. You told me you love me but yet you pushed me aside, like an old bike that's been rusted outside. My heart is broken you left me alone. I feel my lungs are giving up, I feel I am too. The most dangerous drug I ever had, has blue eyes and a heartbeat.

#love #heartbreak #sad #real #emotional #breakup #romance #pain

Jun 2017 Smit

Thoughts

Jun 2017 Smit

Giovanni

Thoughts

Where did the time go?
The time moves so slow,
As I sit here and wait.
The love never replaced,
The light shines upon your face,
Your lips soft and sweet,

All I can ask myself is what's wrong with me?

Maybe if I would've done different you would be here still,
I should've loved you more,
Do you feel the sense of regret when you think of me?

I still love you,

The memories **** me!

The way we kissed,
The way we danced on the rain glittered street under the moon light,
The way we smile at each other for no reason

I miss you
I love you

#love #heartbreak #pain #real #sad #personal #emotion

Jun 2017 Smit

Moments In Time

Jun 2017 Smit

Mary-Eliz

Moments In Time

I see you there
suspended for a time
between the shadow
and the light.

You look pale
but peaceful,
in a dream state.

I rest awhile,
a shallow sleep,

then I awake

knowing…

without words
my mind whispers

it’s time

I gently wipe your lips,
brush a stray hair
from your forehead.
It’s all I know to do.

Then I sing
a cherished lullaby
hoping you hear me
hoping it wraps you in love
as my arms wrapped
around you
as a child.

I hold your hand,
kiss your forehead.
In that instant I see
and feel all you’ve been
all that is you

tiny wrinkled infant
delightful, smiling six-month old
curious toddler
proud school age
struggling teen
loving adult

realizing
we're losing all of these,
all that you've been
all that is you

then

I feel your spirit leave…

for that brief moment
I’m overcome with a calm
I can’t describe.

A gift rare and precious –

as I was there
when you entered the world
I was with you
when you left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough."
Rabinadrath Tagore

We lost our son to a brain tumor. He fought bravely and determinedly for seven years, enduring two surgeries, radiation, Gamma knife "surgery", chemotherapy and clinical trials. He never lost his sunny smile or determination. He only let go when he knew it was time, slipping into unconsciousness shortly after his two brothers (his best friends) arrived to say goodbye. He remained in that suspended state for two days. On the third day the four of us gathered for dinner and shared thoughts about him and our life with him. We cried, we laughed, we shared memories. Later that night he let go. I will always believe, being the caring and generous person he was, that he heard us talking and knew that, as hard as it would be, we would be okay.

Jun 2017 Smit

Wine of the Soul

Jun 2017 Smit

Noah Ducane

Wine of the Soul

Sadness is the wine of the soul
You, when looking down on me didn't know
How I've made mine perfect
Through many years
Effortlessly.

Pain that has every title,
Seeps like the rain to my roots
And gives me fear of nothing
But fear of feeling anything at all.

And I wait in the dark of life
Still like in sleep
Until the hour
All clocks stop.

When with you,
All clocks stop.
When with you,
Sadness grows
In saying goodbye.

Four simple words I'll give:
Goodbye,
I love you.
Still like in sleep
Until the hour
All clocks stop.

#love #poem #free #prose #verse

Jun 2017 Smit

Untitled

Jun 2017 Smit

Robert Levandowski

Untitled

How long will your name create these shadows on the wall?
The thought of you; bring a man, who once thought he was immortal , to his knees ?

Mar 2017 Smit

In Memoriam

Mar 2017 Smit

Lynn Al-Abiad

In Memoriam

Flashes of images.
Lost and reconstructed.
Arbitrary memories.
Words, people, places, actions and feelings stored for rememberance or oblivion.

Flashes of images.
Deformed by desires.
Revoked to feel.
A dream wide awake.
A passageway into the past to escape the present.

Flashes of images.
Shelter of secrets.
Short, re-acted and unclear.
Abstract yet vivid.
Unreachable but so very near.
A black hole that ***** you into another dimension then spits you out.

- LynnAA

Memories never function the way we expect them to.

12/3/2017

#love #poem #poetry #life #sadness #death #loss #memories #happiness #souvenirs

Mar 2017 Smit

Allow Me Now to Say

Mar 2017 Smit

Noah Ducane

Allow Me Now to Say

Allow me now to say,
That though the dark is deep
And blinds the light of day,
It's comfort crawls alone in sleep.

Hands that played now are stayed, cold;
Dark is the night, death is darker still.
But age does not make us old,
Youth in you time cannot ****.

And fallen, fallen, all the past.
You stand at the door, turn your head, and part -
Gone, now forever at last,
And stay the beating of that heart.

You who smiled gave a moment pause;
The mirror broken tells of a false face,
For every small and gracious cause
Bears the burden of this race.

Allow what will to be your life's brief end,
That betrays the memory yet lingering on -
From little faith sweet lies descend,
My friend, my family forever gone.

Another death

#poem #life #death #family #prose

Mar 2017 Smit

never wait too long

Mar 2017 Smit

Jozef Vizdak

never wait too long

Hello
Will you cure this madness of mine?
Say nothing
I'll just walk on by
Nevermind
Seeing me heading forward alone
I've said hello many times
I've said goodbye and been gone
But I´ve never waited too long
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