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 Sep 2015 annieohk
Moksha
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 Sep 2015 annieohk
Moksha
In this life I only saw emptiness

Such emptiness that swallowed



Me. Whole.


Even when I looked into a void

It resounded with the truth, behold!


Life cannot imitate the void,

For it is emptier as it unfolds.
 Sep 2015 annieohk
Jack Thompson
In front of the altar to a new life.  
A tear drops in this perfect petal storm.
Holding my hands tight.
You glisten ever brighter - I've been reborn.

You are so exquisite - beyond imagination.
I didn't think this day would ever come.
That day we'd be together forever.
My only one.

Whispering vows into the cedar hallows.
The broken petals fall from the trees of old.
Lining a sacred future forward.
Our sea of gold.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
Kind eyes
That is how I remember you
Brown beautiful eyes
Heavy
That lit up like the night sky
With an eternal array of starlight
But it is what I felt when you stared into mine
An emptiness lifted
Accompanied by the warmth of you
I so wish I had longer
To gaze back at your marble earths
To see through them
To feel your deepest cries
But I barely know you
And that's the saddest thing
 Sep 2015 annieohk
RuNe
Twenty Years
 Sep 2015 annieohk
RuNe
It’s just me... thinking.

I used to sleep close to your heart
you held me tight,
kissed my head goodnight.

You said,

"This is how I would have us sleep
all of our nights."

I stayed because I loved the sound of your heart
beating while I slept.

I would wake up and you would look at me
and kiss me good morning.

One night your hold on me
loosened.

No more good night kisses.
No more good morning kisses.

You said,

"I'm just tired."

I took that as your word.

I stayed because I still loved the sound
of your heartbeats.

Then one night
you turned your back to me.

No more kisses.

This time not a word.

I hold on you still,
from behind,

because I miss the sound of your heartbeat.
This is my first ever written poem. I wrote this poem the time of my depression ... where I am falling to the abyss... and I am trying to survive...

This was publish last year from another site.

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