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Today I saw a tiny bubble
Dodging damp bullets between
***** sidewalks and blackened drains--
The rain of colors swirled in a world
Inverted, and my renege sister stared;
Caged, as she was, by such fragile walls of air.
HIM.
I've been called out.
To serve my country.
But how can I leave her?

I must go.
But she stands there.
In the driveway.
Crying and begging me not to leave.

I look at my rearview mirror.
And begin to cry.
I can't leave her.
I can't let her go.
But I have to.

HER
I cry and beg him not to go.
I stand in the driveway as he leaves.
My heart breaks.
As I scream for him.
My body aches for him.

I can't bear to lose him.
As I lay on our bed,
Clutching his picture,
I hear wheels on our gravel driveway.

Is it him?
Is he coming home?
My heart is pounding.
There is butterflies in my stomach.

HIM
Just one more hug.
Just one more kiss.
Just one more everything.

I run to her and she runs to me.
I tell her I still have to go.
But I just needed to say good bye again.

She cries.
I wipe her tears away.
I will come back. I promise
I tell her.
In hopes I can keep this promise.

HER
He comes back.
I cry and say good bye for a while
He gives me a kiss on the cheek.
I start to cry even harder.

I feel like my heart is breaking.
He said he'd come back.
I'll be here waiting.

I lay on our bed once again.
SEVERAL MONTHS PAST

HIM
It's been months since I've seen her.
I finally get to go home.
I can't wait to see her.
Will I get to?
Will I make it home?

HER
Finally I can see him!
Oh how I can't wait to see him.
But, Will he come home the same?
Will he be walking to me?
Or will he be carried to me?

**TO BE COUNTED
This poem is written so the reader can see both sides of the story.
I foster a monster
Of my own creating;
"Self-defeating" he slithers
As his skin festers into smiling,
Unrelenting and repeating;

So I slit my throat
With the cold knife of self-loathing,
Coating my skin
With a red dress
Of the life I've been wasting.
 Jun 2014 Blaise Tyler Beach
amc
separate me, from you.
this is so difficult...
to fall asleep alone,
to remember your touch,
like a ghost your memory
is with me.
i never tire of
your name appearing on my phone.
i just needed to hear your voice,
before i fell asleep

my dearest sugarplum,
i never saw you coming.
you are my best friend,
my greatest companion.
i found love, in the most unexpected source.
i can never thank you enough,
for saying hello to me.
you tell me i am beautiful every day,
and i believe you.
i have never before felt so secure,
so confident in anything
as i am in what we have.
never felt so safe in someone's embrace.
the moon of my life,
my sun and stars,
i don't know exactly when it happened,
but my darling,
i have fallen for you.
just the way you fall asleep
slowly and then all at once.
this may be the hardest thing i have ever done,
to love someone so distant from myself,
but we are making it work,
because he is worth it,
because he believes i am worth it,
and we both know what we have is worth it.
the past three and a half months have been the happiest of my life.
one month apart down.
one month until i see you again.
i miss you.
terribly.
 Jun 2014 Blaise Tyler Beach
amc
i knew it wouldn't last, that it was too good to be true.
the darkness never entirely leaves.
i had one and a half good weeks,
good weeks of me.
i haven't felt so myself in so long.
for one and a half weeks i felt whole.
i had energy and motivation,
i felt like i could lift mountains and solve the world.
i got out of bed in the morning without protest.
and then today happened,
and when my alarm went off i hit snooze.
the darkness is back, and it is swallowing me whole.
i used my time while i had it,
i laughed and i lived,
and now my time has passed and once again i am surviving.
i am struggling to make it through today.
i want more than anything to crawl into my bed,
engulfed in the warmth of my covers,
fall asleep and never wake up.
i am doing everything in my ability to finish today.
i'm scared it isn't going to be enough.
i can feel myself slipping away. i am struggling to hold on..
i knew this would return, it was a matter of time.
but it's hitting me like a truck.
i can feel every part of me deflating,
every ounce of life i had being absorbed by this evil.
your demons can only catch you if you let them.
*mine are catching up.
 Jun 2014 Blaise Tyler Beach
amc
Secondhand, broken down.
I've been claimed.
I've been beat.
I've been forgotten.
I've been stolen.
                                                                              I am no longer my own.
I belong to him.
I belong to them.
I belong to everyone.
                                   He took everything.
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