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Holly Nicole Nov 2016
I tread along this road, directionless
My compass broken, I can’t tell true North.
More likely South I go, affectionless
And in to time I march along henceforth.
So taking to the mountains in retreat,
I try to run away from things untold
For with no way of knowing when I’ll meet
This future that, until now, can’t unfold
I try to keep presumptions out of thought.
I try to keep my mind at ease and rest…
But if I could have spoilers to the plot
Perhaps these things would motivate the best.
I tread along this road, directionless
My heart and soul I feel are just a mess.
Holly Nicole Nov 2016
With time I feel my deepest strife is found;
These days and years my mental prison be,
For when I take a cursory glance around,
The things I long for most, time shields from me.
It seems that all must hike this same long trail,
The progress slow, tis futile to see far
And when compared in years, experience pale,
I see that love doth fall if not on par.
Still hopeful I will one day feel at home,
My earthly being nay reflect my mind.
Till then in frequent solitude I roam,
And cling to fickle ones alike in kind.
I know that time is neither friend nor foe,
My ancient soul contained in ebb and flow.
Holly Nicole Nov 2016
I can’t bring myself to find
They way I feel inside
I don’t exactly want to see
The passage of this time

You draw my mind in
You mull it over, I mull you over
You spit it out

I don’t want to go

We were a familiar thing
Secure and safe and whole
We kept it all at bay
Until the reckless fall

I am the reckless
You are the wrecker
We wrecked my heart

Now I
You
We
We
Only me

I don’t want to go
Holly Nicole Nov 2016
I reach forward
Grasping empty air
A feeling with which
I have become all too familiar.
I hold closer the sheets
In which you once lay
Parallel to me.
Tighter around me
I pull them,
But they cannot maintain
Your strength

I reach forward,
And feel a new presence.
Barely transcendent
Yet seemingly ever present.
I grasp the frail air
Still it seems to be there
In a way that only I can see,
But it does not
Terminate all thoughts
Not like the way I could
Feel you breathe.
Really untitled, just don't like leaving things untitled.
Holly Nicole Nov 2016
Out of sight
Out of mind
I step away from myself
And in to the abyss
Of my knowledge.
Swimming through the memories,
Playing them like film strips.
I fall out of reality,
Allowing the subconscious mind
To take over.
I walk away from
The world,
And retreat inside
To a tranquil place where
Thoughts can be heard
Without distraction
Without calamity.
Taken below the surface
Of the iceberg and
Consumed with euphoric fantasy,
All I can hear is the laughter
Of a thousand voices
Like wind chimes in the breeze-
All proclaiming peace.
If I could stay forever
I would-
In this place
I am happy.
Holly Nicole Oct 2016
Your eyes, the sun, the way they glint and glare  
I cannot help but see through crystal glass
The way you tempt my mind unto despair,
Longing for something, far now come and passed.
Now I the Icarus, I thought I'd thrive,
Again your mind hath lured me to your soul
But turn away, and I, thine heart deny
A burning love within, I must console.
You do not know the way you pierced my heart,
Mistook my dismal speech for friendly thought-
Whilst I must not my views to you impart,
I see that all my trials lead to naught.
Regardless, in my arms I wish you home
Still welcome here wherever you may roam.
A sonnet for one I will never have, but will always think of
Holly Nicole Aug 2016
Left side numbness,
Left brain failing
Only feeling what comes through my skin
Formal logic thrown to the wind
I don’t want to think

Your touch on my waist
A hand on my back
The way your fingers drift under my shirt
Lifting higher and higher
Stop

Life is changing,
Things are moving forward,
The distance in our years is growing still
Or standing still
Or shrinking

The smaller the space between our hips,
The smaller the gap in the years-
The way you press against my lips
Makes me feel a distinct freedom
From things I’ve felt before

More aggressive
More of a push
Yet so little pressure
I don’t feel like you will shove me away
I don’t feel like I’m holding you back
I don’t feel like I owe you anything

You owe me
You’ve shown me this way of feeling
Through the way you touch my back
And look further in to my eyes,
Allowed me to show you things I haven’t shown

Now we have this
This belongs to us
This is ours alone
Something to foster and something to own

I will let you
Come along with me
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