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 May 2016 Heather Anderson
CNM
You used to keep all my worries at bay, but sometimes it feels like you're digging my grave. But I wouldn't mind if you put me to rest, you're the one I love best. Would you lay beside me, six feet deep, deeper than you've ever loved me
Waters pour
From clouds on high
Restoring life
To a world so dry

I long to be reborn
Like the grass and grain
So I kick off my shoes
To dance with the rain
Loving you is a paradox
It is an oxymoron
Made in hell
Can't you see that I'm torn?
My head spins
I lose my senses
My body feels numb
I am indifferent to life
All that matters is you
I can't stay with you
Why do I cope with this so lightheaded;
I feel like I hate you
No one makes me feel worse
But no one makes me feel better
And more alive
Bow to each other
Take her hand
Hold her closer
Look into her eyes

The first strains begin
The lilting tune of a violin
The swell of horns blowing
A melodic rhapsody

Her heels click
Upon the marble
The dance floor
A motley of pastel

By delicate fingertips
She holds up her skirt
Shimmering satin
Light prances across
Carefully weaving
An iridescent mirage
Every sublime swish
Bewitching the crowd

The kingdom's people
Fall into a lull
Every eye beguiled
By a dance spellbound

She follows his lead
Their every step
Blending exquisitely
Beyond compare
Billowing hair behind her
Strong arms around her waist
Barely any effort
Swept her off her very feet
She chuckles in delight
Her toes grace the floor once more
The last few twirls
As the music dwindles

Bowing low as he kisses her fingers
Her nails gently brushing
Against his cheek
A mischievous hint
Before perfect etiquette returns
She dips an elegant curtsey*
"Thank you for this dance
Fit for a princess of every sea"
Inspired by the beautifully animated dances in classic Disney films
~

*Springtime sings of wondrous things
Of warmer days and robin’s wings
Of daffodils and playground swings
Of sunny morning wanderings
Of fishing poles and wedding rings
Of family picnic gatherings
Of arbors blooming jasmine clings
Of sweetly scented offerings
Of firefly meanderings
Of stardust moonlit ponderings
Of all the happiness it brings
Yes springtime sings of wondrous things
Dumb?
I heard it today.
Quite shocking,
I must say.
It wasn't forced,
It wasn't fake.
I heard myself laugh
A genuine laugh.
Welcome back.
For those of you struggling with depression, take it from me: things do get better.
Sometimes life is unfair
but I don't care
there can be much hope even in despair
I don't shed tear
I'm a hundred percent sure
I'll compass my end
 Apr 2016 Heather Anderson
Torin
I
cannot help
the hands
that touch me
when they
could heal me
I know
its a distant
language
written
on my soul
I wasn't
made
to
understand
but she reads me
and I feel
her
more than
     Anything.....
                               My greatest wish
                               I couldn't say
                              is by her
                              spoken
                        ­        my greatest hope
                              is only
                              that I could
                             hold her
                            forever
                               that we'll make love
                              while we're
                             still
                             young
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