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Feb 2013 · 760
2/23/13
B Ellison Feb 2013
Gravity pushes us down and together
But time's wicked ticking tears us apart
Away from our foolish dreams of forever
That echo the walls of my broken heart

I'm left helpless, restless, undone
Because no matter what I do
While the Earth may turn round the Sun
My world still revolves around you.
I'm terrible with titles, it's hard for me to add specific words to sum up my thoughts and feelings.
Jan 2013 · 792
In ocean
B Ellison Jan 2013
The failings of man confound, as tremors urge seas to crash upon shore. Turbulance follows in your wake. Each wave hurled towards land disrupts the peaceful sands of days passed. Coastlines are forever altered, our innocence lost. As tide and life ebb away, a hope for reprieve surfaces. All that is found are the barren shells that once housed promise of shelter and stability. No more. These hollowed skeletons serve as unspeaking, unmoving reminders until the surf returns. The sands and I feel settled before the undertow rips away our shoddily compacted reserves. There is no escaping this cycle. Our only choices are to forever struggle against turmoil, or submit to uncertain seas.
Nov 2011 · 583
Your last kiss remains
B Ellison Nov 2011
Your last kiss remains
It's the wind that keeps my soul's fire aflame
Strong enough to fan
Gentle enough to protect

Your last kiss remains
It's the noise ringing in my ear
Loud enough to echo through my thoughts
Quiet enough to keep me wanting more

Your last kiss remains
It's the food that nourishes my body
Savory enough to satisfy
Pure enough to last until my next taste
Nov 2011 · 593
Chaos
B Ellison Nov 2011
When will I heal?
I thought this was fixed.
How do I feel?
My emotions are mixed.
My intentions were true,
though convictions mislead.
The doubts break through,
and rise from the dead.
B Ellison Aug 2011
I'm gone, but here we'll stay
A silence shattered with those words
echoing off picture frames
that cling to memories within.
The words return
and rest between the parting lovers' ears
where they play on in her head.
A broken record for the broken hearted.

Days, months, years pass by
yet those words bring her back
Soothing, haunting, whispering,
I'm gone, but here we'll stay
B Ellison Aug 2011
Come walk with me tonight, my dear
The moon and stars shine bright and clear
Matching the radiance you emit
To others all is dimly lit
For they can't see your face.

Through the air silent dreams do drift
The wordless void is but a gift
That keeps me longing for your voice,
By your side with humble rejoice,
In this moment with you.
I wrote this three years ago, and just found it again. A bit has been changed from the original poem, and there's always room to improve.

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