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 Feb 2021 cerebral
Unnamed
Holding you in my arms as we move to music, is a feeling I can't describe. The way we move to the beat shows just how lovely you are. You move as a flower in a long lost field, the breeze takes you as if no one is looking and your ballad of motion begins. 5 days from now I will realize that I am dancing with Love and Loss.

Alone on this hill over looking each of our worlds, alone in this life holding only to each other. A regret comes and tugs at my mind as I pull you under the covers. 4 days from now I will realize that I am dancing with Love and Loss.

At dinner that evening you gave me a glance that I knew I would soon remember. Remember when we danced our way into another heart break? How hard it was to unravel the strings of Love and Loss. 3 days from now I will realize that I am dancing with Love and Loss.

Today I asked your father if it was ok to marry you. He said he had always wanted a son that would love as he was. He said I was your world, and that all you ever needed was me. 2 days from now I will realize that I am dancing with Love and Loss.

I just want to feel important, not loved, not needed, not happy or satisfied. 1 day from now I will realize that I am dancing with Love and Loss.

All I needed was you, but not for love. I needed you to show me that loves great twine was an eternal knot.
Now I know that I am Love and Loss.

I'm sorry.
 Feb 2021 cerebral
CharlesC
finding this morning
awareness of loss
the obituary entry
this physical sense..
those lesser deaths
portrayed as loss
fill electronic news..
Approaching loss
or loss Approaching..?
loss seems woven
into our fabric..
our morning Nutrition:
approaching is longing
to locate disclosures
of buried light
under the garments
we wear...
 Feb 2021 cerebral
preston
paulSN

Don't speak directly to her--
you will melt the skin  off
  her bone-frame

Instead, find the parallel-words--

ones that will float alongside her
as she walks, so as she is able-
she can pluck them--  like
wild roses along the highway

Sometimes, love takes a
   tremendous
amount of creativity--

the name of the game is
  its destination
not the control of its path


 Feb 2021 cerebral
Max
Falling
 Feb 2021 cerebral
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 Dec 2020 cerebral
Man
Kismet
 Dec 2020 cerebral
Man
wait for the waft
of familiar scents
to speak to you
stealing you away,
nostalgia

a sight been seen
touches you felt
a noise you heard
a scent been smelt

kismet's coincidence
 Dec 2020 cerebral
max
Untitled
 Dec 2020 cerebral
max
Being alive sure was a hell of a lot easier when I didn’t wanna be
Now I have to worry about college and sh*t **** ✌️

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