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i wake at the sound of waves thrashing wildly
they whisper
"close your eyes"
"feel it"
they wash over
but never strong enough to pull me in
i think it's getting stronger
please

pull me under
you were a song i could not stop singing
a song so smooth and gentle
it could soothe the most violent of currents
into a peaceful sleep,
it could calm the rage of a storm
and bring it back to a soft drizzle

you had become my favorite song
the one i could sing when i was nervous,
when i was happy or when i was sad,
and everything else in between

but years of singing had left my voice hoarse
i'd open my mouth
to sing the tune that my heart had come to know so well
and found that nothing could come out,
nothing would come out

i fear the worst,
your song had finally died down
the melody had worn out and,
my voice can carry your tune no longer

but my heart still beats to its rhythm
louder than it ever has before,
my heart remembers every note, every rest
and it will continue to sing
my favorite song,

you
Falling into you I found myself
For with you I was never lost
Blinded by an unkind past
The present, tinged with shame
Became my only truth
Then... I saw you

You gazed upon me
Open and trusting
And I could no longer hide from myself
Your eyes peel me naked
And I stand bare before you
awaiting a judgment that will never come

You see what I thought I lost
What felt like it died long ago
You see who I used to be
Who I always have been
And because it's you
I believe it's true

Your smile is my hope
Your heart carries my heartbeat
Your eyes, so full of love
Prove that I am all I ever wished to be
All I was supposed to be
Before life beat the joy out of me

You found me and I knew
I knew you were mine
I knew you before I met you
I dreamed you alive so long ago,
And here in my heart, I fell in love
In your love, in loving you...

I can learn to love me
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How many more tears will I drip
On smoldering bridges
Before I accept that
They have already more than burned
From mud walled homes
these remnants come, artifacts of shell and bone
leather shoes and deerskin coats
woolen blankets and woven rugs,
baskets for storing grain and corn.

Grinding stones and sun bleached bones
antiquities and memories found in fields of sand,
necklace beads of finest hammered silver
now forgotten and lost, and too the river's water.

Came a sorrowful war with bullet guns
that pierced the heart of every man
no match for shooting arrows.
we are all searching for ourselves
in the desperate scribblings of our own pages
seeking the heights of beautiful light
in the darkest corners of night
terribly remembering
beautifully forgetting
we are all apologists begging for
scraps from a happy hearts table
our lives are lived from roadside signs
that proclaim our redemption is just around the bend
and some thief savior or ***** saint gonna
clasp us by the hand lead us to a promised land
seeking the heights of beautiful light
in the darkest corners of night
terribly remembering
beautifully forgetting
on our pages, we escape angrily  
on our pages, we are imprisoned willingly
taste that chain holding you down
french kiss the locks that hold you in place
write with a fever of words
that make your world dizzy with desire
write with the sweat of her ******* as your ink
write with the depth of his eyes as your page
the poem you carve out of your struggles
the poem you breathe into the winter night cold hard rain
is the poem you will be remembered for
is the one that you put your soul into
while you were seeking
while your heart was searching
in another life I was golden
in another life, you were made of sunshine
in another life, we were together
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