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its not the same bed once its over
cant roll over to console her
isnt my role any more
since she decided to show me the door
so im lying here listening to her snore
tormented by thoughts of the morning
nothing i can say to the prone form
of my former lover
too late to tell her i love her
I envy the drunk
Who are forever honest
About their innermost desires
Thoughts and feelings

He whose life seems complicated
But is actually a different reality
Difficult to comprehend,
Yet lived so easily

He who has never moved on,
But has "forgotten" his past
Claims to have memory loss
While all his memories last

I envy the thief
A master in his field
Stealing hearts from all over
While mine, fragile and scarred, has never healed
Recently been on an overnight trip
Lights of Padang


Rooftop restaurant terrace,
overlooking all of Padang,
it’s 3am I’m in the highest building around,
from here the lights of this madness are only ambiance,

it’s been a week,
it’s been a year,
it’s been a lifetime,
we’re still here,

quit smoking for the eclipse,
well whatever what’s one more cigarette,
what’s my word worth anyways,
when I only give it to myself,

please ignore the narcissism,
it’s apparently hereditary,
and I’m one of America’s ******* sons,
a Son of a Gun on the run,
with a full clip,
on a long trip,
this is all such miserable fun,

it’s been a week,
it’s been a year,
it’s been a lifetime,
we’re still here,

and still I write these words faithfully to you,
the only reason I’m still living,
my only inspiration,
as hollow as it may be,
the wrapping is bathed in such glory,
yet like Achilles tendon,
a spot was missed,
and that spot is the loneliness I sow,

so tell me a story,
tell me your highest hopes and your greatest fears,
tell me why you lead the life you live,
and tell me why you think you’re here,

it’s been a week,
it’s been a year,
it’s been a lifetime,
we’re still here,

with you I am,
as much as I am with myself,
with really isn’t much I suppose,
though nor is anything or one else,

for if truth is to be told,
as rare as that may be,
nothing ever last,
and none of this is free,
so hopefully once you’ve lost it all,
you’ll still at least have your dignity,
and please remember that even if you’ve lost that,
well at least you’ll still have me,

it’s been a week,
it’s been a year,
it’s been a lifetime,
we’re still here,

here on this rooftop restaurant terrace,
overlooking all of Padang,
it’s 3am I’m in the highest building around,
from here the lights of this madness are only ambiance…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

The H Trilogy
Volume 1
7/7/16

A Writer's Life.... And I still love you... ∆
 Jul 2016 Charly Lou Davis
K
But you decided to stay
And take that space
That you knew
You could only fill


My beloved
The only One I LOVE
My epitome of divine
My embodiment of heaven
For me: You are omnipresent
Truly Truly Truly
I LOVE YOU
"So be it"

My Beloved
At your altar
Humbly I surrender my LOVE
May I, may my LOVE
Forever remain in YOU
Your heart and soul

My Beloved
You are my archetype of
TRUE LOVE
You give me strength
To continue LOVING YOU
With the same zeal & passion
Give me Compassion
On my eternal LOVE for YOU

Truly Truly Truly
I LOVE YOU
"So be it"


Inspired by Sufi tradition of LOVE


 Jul 2016 Charly Lou Davis
Ztef
My words are like ink,
staining pages I've yet to use.

My words are like the dawning stillness,
before the heavy rain falls.

My words are like silk,
touching skins of loved ones and strangers alike.

My words don't always match and smoothly flow.

Sometimes they are jaded and petty,
other times they are deep and precise.

But my words, oh my words are all of me,
inside and out.
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