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 Aug 2018 Wene
Ajit Saigal
I want to hold my head up high
I want to fly till I touch the sky
I want to make my angel smile.

Days will be hard and nights cooler
Life won’t draw your card any more
The storm outside would rage on & on
Yet your music would raise me strong.

The wounds keep bleeding
The tears keep falling
I may not matter any longer
But I promise to not let them monger.

Nothing can glimmer your dazzling light
Believe me, you can scale pristine heights
You are the brightest star ever
Just let it shine sharp and clear.

Keep smiling
Remain happy
Brighten up my Angel of Joy
You will always be my Phantom of Delight.
This was written for my little daughter whom I hadn't met for 6 long years.
My last memory of her flashed & paused,
at me kissing her tiny forehead,
she was just 1 month old then, sleeping peacefully on her mom's lap,
cuddled within caring silken arms.
 Aug 2018 Wene
Mark Tilford
(pulling back the curtains)

looking outside
looking for hope
looking for the way to cope
looking at a tree
thoughts of hanging a rope

the window
reflection of a widow
her head slopes

the window
lays
an envelope
the note
she clears her throat
it begins to rain
she whispers my name
with no blame
with no shame
i love you
the
same

the window
(the curtains close)
 Aug 2018 Wene
Mark Tilford
Why
 Aug 2018 Wene
Mark Tilford
Why
Do we lie
Then deny
Why
Do we let love die
Say goodbye
Why
Do we trust
Then lust
Why
Do we try so hard
Then put up a guard
Why
When we get near
We fear
Why
Do we dream
Then scream
Why
Do we pretend
It will not end
Why
Do we hold back tears
For years
Why
Do we think the hurt will heal
Deny it was real
Why
Did we not share
And never dared
Why
Were we best friends
Then never again
#why
 Aug 2018 Wene
Mark Tilford
Hello Darlin

It's been a long time
I hope you are fine

I thought a letter
Would be better than the phone
By the way how is home

I heard through the grapevine
You had a new love
I hope he is kind
And
He is not like me
Stupid and blind

I guess your thinking
Why
The letter

I would like to say that I am fine
But that would be a lie
I am about
to die
That is why
The letter is better
I do not want you to hear me cry

While I am trying to say
I am sorry
Because I did not try
And
For being such a bad guy
And
Causing you to worry
Night after night
Finding me  passed out in alleys
Coming home with black eyes
And
For telling so many lies

I never learned my lesson
I have been alone
Since you
I thought about coming home
But
I still would die alone

Forgive me
Please
!!
 Aug 2018 Wene
Mark Tilford
it is where
we will be there-there is no time to spare
to find this place
then
in its space
we will stand face to face
we will finally embrace
then all time will erase
not leaving a trace

somewhere
it is where
we dare
to start to care
where we become very aware
that we will become a pair

somewhere
it is where
there is no past
at last

somewhere
it is where
anywhere
there
where love last
 Aug 2018 Wene
Edmund black
I abide
Sunny
Inspite
Of agony
I caress
The Aurora
Inspite of cloudburst
I show the globe
Stupendous adoration
Inspite Of distress
My heart
Abide
Unclouded
Inspite
Malicious
I have this fire
Burning in my soul
I
wasn’t born
For the cold
Who am I as a man  Still yet to  unearth..... I found love where it doesn’t belong!
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