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Across the ocean,
Your words,
Question marks in my mind.
Your voice,
Sensual roller coaster.
Your smile,
Rainbow in my sky.
Your giggles,
Waterfall in my ears.
Your arrows,
Open wounds in my heart.
Your angel face
Haunts my sleepless night.
Your eyes,
Locked in my eyes.
Your love,
Denied but who ever knows.
You,
Forever in me.
No expectations
No hesitations
No diving in too deep,
No taking for granted
What could be passing
No build up to become incomplete

Just take your time
And you'll be fine
No regrets
No misery,
Enjoy each day but don't betray
Your feelings within each week

Enjoy the ride
Live your life
Consume the unknown and what's to be,
No second guessing
No pigeon stepping
No fighting with your own two feet

They'll take you there
Where ever they dare
Trust their judgement
Trust their needs,
Become less concerned with what's to come
When it can't be controlled by 'me'

It's out of your hands
So enjoy this land
And all it offers you,
Just be grateful
For every day full
Of pleasures which you seek

Because nothing's forever
So today we must treasure
The current ******,
Of pure emotions
Stark devotion
Whatever will be, will be
© Karen L Hamilton, March 2016
Perhaps it is not for me
To be loved, or to love
Perhaps, it is for me
Only to gaze upon it
Like a child gazes at a star
In the night sky
Maybe, it is for me to see it
To be close enough to nearly
Touch
But never to attain
Like a dry, red leaf, in the autumn
Floating in the wind
I Chase,
Yet never catch hold
Love,
Is my mirage in the dry desert
I can see it,
But I will die of thirst
Long before I reach it
 Mar 2016 Abdullah Ayyash
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Grant me forgiveness.
For my mouth had acted prematurely
and erred.
Acrid words my tongue can't retract.
My lips quiver,
pursed and scared.

Grant me relief.
For my ego had lunged.
Fueled emotions that strayed.
Sensible thoughts in mind
that my heart had betrayed.

Grant me strength and courage.
Let the next morn's sun,
illuminate the dark obstinacy of my heart.
Allow this bitter turbidity to pass.
So I could walk the hard road,
to a brand new start.
.
Sometimes words carry more venom than fangs.
And often, the path to absolution lies first, in forgiving oneself.
.
 Mar 2016 Abdullah Ayyash
A Lopez
An early waking
For today
Remembering christs
Stone rolled
Away.
We have hope
In the new
Next day
Forever living
Beyond the grave.
Every tick,
my clock drips,
my eyes leak,
with heavy lids.

Yes, I was sick. . .
and they left me,
when I was weak.

The friends I thought,
were for real,
only spend time for chills.

I'm not cool,
but never a fool.
I just want this life's
better piece.

To give me someone
who never kills,
a heart so frail, as me.

A man,
a lifetime friend.
My missing puzzle piece.
That everlasting kiss!

Who could promise:
"  *In sickness and in health with me
  "

But in all of these,
I know, 
God is with me.

" Always giving . . .    
. . . always watching, "

**Making a better backstory.
To my HP friend Arianna Joseph :)
This is her story.
If  
F e e l i n g s
All that
M a t t e r,
Then,
I should've done many things,
B y   n o w.
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