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Feb 2016 · 302
A Life of Love
Ben Young Feb 2016
As our hearts entwine in each other
Sort of like two rivers
Flowing in tangent
dancing around obstacles left and right
Perfectly mirroring the others shape and speed
I set my eyes on you
And none other

I dream of us on a hill
Laying down
Our ears touching
Hearts beating
Watching the figures in the clouds
You see the shape of a baby
I see you laying there
Looking cuter than ever
You see me watching you
I stand up  and get down on one knee
You see the ring
I see your face as you start crying
That ring of gold
With a shiny diamond
I ask
"Will you marry me?"
You scream with joy
And kiss your boy
Tears from on your face
You can't stop saying yes
I wipe away your tears
You pin me to the ground
We kiss longer than ever before
Before we know it it's night
And we decide to head in

A few months later
You're walking down the aisle
I almost start crying
For you are more beautiful
More beautiful than ever before
You seem to shimmer
Your white dress
Makes you glow
When you reach me
The pastor says the words
We finally get to say it for real
"I do."
We say in unison
He says
"You may kiss the bride"
I go to kiss you but stop...
I sweep you off your feet
Kiss you and off we go
Off we go to party
Our rivers have finally fully joined
And we begin living  together as one

A year goes by
Its Christmas
you give me a small box
Its in my stocking
I open it and almost faint
Here is a little bar in the box
With two vertical lines
You hug/kiss me
And say merry Christmas
"You're a father"

Nine months later
Another river diverges with ours
It's a small child
A boy
Every time I hold him
Care for him
You stand there smiling
Tears forming in your eyes
You are amazed
At how awesome I am with him
It's a new chapter
Of our lives together

A few years past
One more river has joined our stream
We have a family of four
Our lives flow on
Our love endures
Like a river in time
We may keep carving our path
But our stream continues
And it will continue for the rest of eternity
Nov 2014 · 322
Live
Ben Young Nov 2014
Laugh your heart out
dance in the rain
cherish the moment
forget the pain
live laugh and love
forgive and forget
life is too short to be
Living with regret
Nov 2014 · 592
Time goes on
Ben Young Nov 2014
Seconds
A second is a very short unit of time
but when you put 60 of them together
you get a minute

Minutes
Minutes can also seem short
because they just come and go like nobodies business
and if you put 60 minutes together you have one hour

Hours
Now that we have hours
why not make school
because classes revolve around hours
but then we could go farther
if you put 24 hours together you get one day

Days
Now days can seem time consuming
or they can seem to pass in the blink of an eye
days can be special
or they can be boring
happy or even sad
but in the end its just one day
out of countless days in a life time
if one were to live to 100
they would have lived for 36,500 days
but 28-31 days make long meaningful months
for if you put all 21 months together you get a year

Years
As years pass
everyone gains knowledge
and knowledge can turn into power
power can make you corrupt
don't become corrupt
for corrupt people hurt people
and nobody likes it when you hurt them
and nobody likes hurting people
so don't live in years
or days
I'll be doing poems daily
i purposefully left months out
Nov 2014 · 390
One day at a time
Ben Young Nov 2014
I'm taking it one day at a time
I wish the world could just rewind
and take me back to where I went wrong
in everyday life I feel like I'm stuck on a climb
if only we could just rewind
so I could take it one day at a time
because I get caught in the moment
as seconds turn to minutes
and minutes turn into hours
but then hours turn into days and
days turn into months
and months turn into years
and all of a sudden I'm thinking,
where the hell did I go wrong
I can't even begin to tell
whether or not its my fault
or weather its all just a huge coincidence
that I
got chosen to bear these pains
or was it a gift
a gift that will lead me
lead me to a better place where better people are?
Like a country road maybe it will take me to
where I belong
where people can except that were different
where everyone understands the struggles
but I'm stuck living in either future or the past
either way I will never find where my true home is
because if I cant live in the present
what if the path suddenly turns away from its usual straight line
what if it takes me down an easier path
or an unfamiliar path
where ever Its taking me I need to fallow
and start living each and every second,
not minute nor hours
not days nor months
not years.
I need to live life on the path that it presents to me
not the path I want
but the one I need to feel again
each day?
no not day
each hour?
no not hour
each minute?
No not even each minute
but by each and every second.
I must pull myself from the past
pull myself from the future and live in the present
for the present is the best present you can have.
So from now on I will live each and every day
one
day
at
a
time
Nov 2014 · 694
Happiness a good curse
Ben Young Nov 2014
Happiness a good curse

One minute I'm joyous
the next I'm ******
but what I've learned is that
happiness makes the knot
the knot that makes the pain
the pain that hides the scars
the scars that shape your perception of yourself
of life.

The scars that appear on your wrist
because with every cut you think
maybe it will help this time
but no
it will never help
it will just push you down
down to where the real emotions hide
the emotions that one mustn't speak of
the ones that can cause
pain or anguish
sadness or depression
shock and loneliness

When I flip it makes you sad
because you think its you
when its really me
and you ask
what can I do
even though the only thing that can be done is
wait

Wait like there's no tomorrow
because nothing else matters
and its all you can do
but waiting is all that can be done
for only time will tell if my emotions will flip
but when I do flip you feel happy for me
and I feel gladness
for I do not care for happiness for it has become a pain
a pain I don't wish to suffer
a pain of which no one should suffer alone
for true happiness takes many forms
but the most common form is in you life everyday
love.

Love can cause grief or pain
or even depression
but more so than not
it reveals the pain
its brings us together
it makes us feel like we belong
because we do belong

When we love someone or something we respect them
we respect them as if they could crumble at the slightest touch
we respect them like there is no one else
but most of all we respect our selves
we respect ourselves so that we look good to whom we love
we no longer feel the urge to cut
slicing open flesh has become a source of depression
a source of what shouldn't matter
a source of the past,
the painful past
we respect ourselves so that our scares from the past will shine
shine like the holiness of god
act like there is no brighter light
come forth with the pain we no longer need to hide
shine like it no longer matters.

They no longer are a sign of weakness but
a sign of power
of self control
of remembrance
to show pain that has left us
its a past that can no longer torment us
these scars of battle
stay with you for as long as you need them
then when you've moved on
and don't need the extra confidence
they just seem to
disappear like they were never there
you no longer are self conscience about showing your scars
for they show your bravery in battle
the battle against humanity
against the pain of depression

You must remember that we all have bad days
and just because today was bad
does not mean you need to make it worse
make it worse by cutting
or inflict self harm in any way
you need to find someone to talk to
the only way things will get better is if you take the day by the horns
hold it and stare it down
stare it down till it can no longer be a threat
but you must remember I'm not in control
because on minute ill be down in the dumps
but the I might see you
and instantly I'm
the luckiest
happiest
dumbest looking
person
alive.
just a little rant about me

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