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 Mar 2017 Alyssa De Marzo
Colm
As if anything you say or do could impact me
Dear innocent girl
You keep your puddles
And I’ll be happy
Especially if you ever decide to swim with me in the sea
In so many ways..... Because my happiness is not contingent on your approval. Dearest puddle jumper.
 Mar 2017 Alyssa De Marzo
Colm
You shake me like a spiderweb
Reverberate the edges of my mind
Until the very essence of you spreads
And you are attached
To every corner of every structure
Which I've slowly built up inside of my head
Shaking isn't always a bad thing. (:
 Mar 2017 Alyssa De Marzo
Colm
Desire a man who walks a straight path
Keen as the cutting edge
Straight as an arrow and deep to sink
That way in him you may always be found
Like the mountain pass
Taken higher than the clouds  
And never disgraced, degraded or sunk down
Yup!
 Mar 2017 Alyssa De Marzo
Colm
This sunrise is very beautiful
With a hue of pink and a rareness which
Befits the weariness of red eyes

As slowly over the Catskills she
Rises and resides
Until she can be seen within the sky

Pure as almond and ivory  
Backed by the dawn and the day alike

Who am I to stand here in her way?
Who am I to say that she shouldn’t try?

I can only trust and occasionally wish
That she would honor me with a simple kiss
Of morning dew, and a smile wide

For that, in this, my morning eyes  
Would bring great joy to me in my life
Just as with above... With everything there comes a reason.
 Mar 2017 Alyssa De Marzo
Colm
How quickly the feeble minded forget
About the trials and struggles once offset
By those who have a servants heart

And in handling such people
Who slander you and tear your tedious work apart

The honest response to all of this
Is that this could indeed be considered an art

To kindly withhold with each remark
When you are parted from the comfort of their kind words
Which tend to play out on the stage

How quickly do the others forget
About everything, that is except for their own parts
-_-
 Mar 2017 Alyssa De Marzo
J Valle
I hope one day you get to
Recognize and value happiness,
With whoever it is, even if it's on your own.

I hope one day you get to
Get rid off of that hidden depression,
That drives you to multiple raves,
But only keeps you in haze.

I hope one day you get to
Accomplish the few dreams you told me,
And all of those you did not.

I hope one day you get to
Feel as happy as I'm hoping to be.

My heart would wish for you
To realize you want to be with me,
But I'm truly hoping to get a real love somewhere.

With whoever it is, even if it's on my own.
So, mostly all of what I've written has the tag #yu, which was my own way of dedicating my numb lines to someone, but as poetic and good for art a heartbreak may be, my own heart would rather look for a different emotional muse, so this is my farewell to that lover, (also, the final time I'll use the #yu) even if he reads it or not.
 Mar 2017 Alyssa De Marzo
Colm
When your lover limps away
Into the dark of that good night
Which makes you question your memory of the light
There is only one thing to do or say
To try and minimize that loss
Which is to say nothing at all
But to move away to another town
Where just around every waking corner
There isn’t a different memory to be found
Of her, of Maggie
That's why on the plane ticket now
I can see from the boarding pass
That for Seattle we're bound
To begin again without the blackbird
To a place far away
Where hopefully we won't have to say
Bye bye to someone like her again
At least in that specific way
Other titles... Baldwin. Maggie. Or Bye Bye Baltimore.
She shines at me from across the room
her reflection caught in glass
a radiance like the moon
and in its beauty I bask

She ushers me to sit and wait
and rest my weary mind
I tried to resist it was getting late
for love I was trying to find

She tells me I need not worry
that everything has its time
I mumble that I am sorry
I just wanted to make her mine

She looks at me with glint in eye
her love beckons me forth
I do my best not to cry
this love its all yours

She sings to me beneath the stars
a melody for a captured heart
the song of love that forever lasts
yet soon she has to depart

Taken in the bloom of youth  
now it's God's love that beckons
for he gains what we loose
all angels must return to heaven

Now she calls on summer breeze
and gently brushes my face
tell me why she had to leave
my life without a trace
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