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There is a calm
A sort of closeness
That comes after heartbreak.
With nothing else
But acceptance to cling to,
It reigns alone
Controls hope and futures.
In the lack of light
Calm resides in silence.
But one thought
brings with it the knowledge
'it will be Alright '...
Because it will.
Take this and be guided
Back to light and laughter.
To life and happiness.
Ending up alone enclosed in this case,
Begging for mercy
6 feet under,
I hear and feel nothing
but the thunder of my tears
Sliding left and right down past the sides of my ears
My tears stop as I
Close my eyes to the wicked darkness
I slip my eyes open
to my burial ground in which I am faced with
( Sonnet )*

Someday, soon I will sail a boat,
Away from all the modern seas,
I shall be cast aside, with wind,
The four corners, all calamities.

And gentle waves will carry me
Afar, sailing lost under the stars,
To live in dreamy breaths happily
And never wake, forever slumber,

Free as ocean birds, downy gliding
With currents that are leading true,
To the domes, new heavens hiding,
This is my plan, my soul to renew.

Farewell, fated blue world spinning;
I'm off a rocker, for lofty beginnings.
 Sep 2015 Alfred Vassallo
AM
I died
right there and then
in the most vicious manner
with every touch she crafted on his skin
and every smile she formed to his lips
she mutilated me—sliced my body
and took away the happiness in me
I was buried inside the coffin
of their screaming memory
and I yelled back in agony

then he ran to me
pulled my soul with powerful force
of his convincing gravity
he resuscitated what she stole
and returned my heart to a whole
I am pieces of those I love
Woven in an intricate pattern
It flows and falls and starts and stalls
Ever changing.

And part of you is in my smile.
Ill probably delete and reconstruct this later....
Draftish
Sometimes beneath close eyelids
I quest to bring you back
As if you were driftwood floating
Downstream on your back.
I dip my hands beneath the veil
And dry away the death
And from my parting, weeping lips
I give you back your breath-
Just like the rising sunset burning
In the summer sky
Paints and saints the mountaintops
And casts their colors bright.



Unrhymed Notes:

Sometimes I dream I can bring you back
Just as simply as dipping my hands into the water
To retrieve a floating piece of driftwood;
Dry the death from your skin
And breath life back into you
The way the sunrise reanimates
The Dark Mountains
Each and every day.

I see your Ocean eyes open
Embrace you like I'm trying to
Fold you into my skin
Where I can keep you always
And feel your summer peach warm flesh
Tangible against my permafrost fingers.

If the dead could talk
Nothing profound would leave your lips
They'd only quirk into a Cheshire smile
And you'd tell me to let go
Relinquish
Move along and stop standing still
Life is for the Living
Death is for the dead
And dreams are for the foolish.


"You *******."
The war between mind and heart,
Blood flows in form of tears
I should have done this
But what I did is right
I cant close my eyes
disturbing light of starts
The world is against you
but you should have your words
I cant control the others
But should care my owns
They tried to broke into the pieces
Where should I go leaving you
When I can't take breath without you.
 Aug 2015 Alfred Vassallo
moss
< sunset >
bring me your celestial wonders of light
show me your colors of pluto and mars
quickly before the sky fades into the night

< swing set >
sway me so high that I fall into the clouds
launch me up into the moon and stars
quickly before we're covered by darkness' shroud
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