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I have waited
with breath baited
far too long for you
to tell me a lie
emotional high
oh, my soul it will soothe
to feel just for once
that I was the one
feel like the hand
that fits in the glove
to be the one
that lights up your night
being the sun
burn away your night

yet again I can see
this will not be
just a lonely old codger
not a gull on the sea
chasing a dream
can never attain
a dance with an angel
to feel young again
a walk through the valley
never hurt any one
can only become stronger
when this day is done.
 Mar 2013 Blaine Genson
st64
Lost in reverie
Of being with you
So far and yet, so close
No good wishing for what can't.

Hope in words
To redeem found spark
Never assume, always ask
Can't ever know what reward awaits.

So, lark some more
By window ajar, lovebirds
Flutter onward with affection
Whose depth can be but felt in song.



Star Toucher,  22 March 2013
To anyone who's ever felt the futility of a hopeless situation...and yet still hopes, in spite of it!
...we open jars full of air from the places we've been...

...we recall the smell of the ocean and our gasps at the tree-line...

...we share tears of joy and loss and remembered pain...

...we're perfect...

...we're buck-*** naked like we'd just been born...

...we get tattoos of butterflies or barbed wire or both...

...we assemble ourselves like intricate watches...

...we lay the sweat of our necks upon shivering tracks...

...we die, together, of laughter...

...we forget...

...we warm Orion's Belt with our ashes...
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i need to live with a woman
to bring out my
'creative side'
to have an excuse to cook
and to talk to
to drink with
and to fill the room
with laughter
and stories
and passion
and ***
and purest hatred

i need to live with a woman
to get me out of bed in the mornings
and to lean up against in the winter
when it is cold
and there's nothing to get up for
and who will make me long for solitude
and try to remember
what it is like
to be alone
all alone
in a dark room
with the covers pulled up over my face
and not having to share
the sheets

i need to live with a woman
who will inspire me
yet
compromise my work
a woman who i will write poetry
and short stories about
complaining
about how she stops me
from writing poetry
and short stories
by sapping up all my
time
with her love

i need to live with a woman
to walk with
and hold
and experience the things
that are meaningless
experienced alone
to travel with
and journey through life with
until the next one comes along
and who will distract me from
the bleakest nothingness
of in-between

i need a woman to help me
to care for me
and lick my wounds
as i cannot function
as a human being
alone
love may be transient
but it is a welcome
distraction
 Mar 2013 Blaine Genson
marina
silence can be a beautiful thing
when it blankets the cold
of a kitchen floor;
(there is something lovely
about the lines of your hands
and the peculiar smile that
plays at your lips
when you can not voice
what you need to speak)

you whispered to me
        -it's amazing how much
        you can say
        without words
-
in the quiet, i
could not help but tell you
i love you
a thousand times over.
an old one, from forever ago.  it makes me sad now, but i still like it more than most things i've written.
I gave you a place to call home
so that you wouldn't have to
go through life alone
          from my Head
                         to my Heart
                                       to my Soul
my Hands can't take back what you Stole

Because I gave you a brand new Beginning
which I thought that you had sought from the Start

and I gave you my whole ******* Heart
you just Played it, and Broke it, and Tore it apart.
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