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 Jan 2016
Walter W Hoelbling
seeing
my father waste away
is painful

not so much
because I may look through a window
into my own future

rather because
his dignity has become
so frail
dependent on body functions
he has trouble controlling

it was difficult enough
to live with aching joints & back
and only one third of heart power

after the stroke
breath is even shorter
eating has become a challenge
walking is impossible

no go at all
without the little pipe
that blows oxygen into your nose

he tells me
he appreciates my daily visits
I am glad

trying to cope with the pain I feel
watching his deconstruction
smiling through unshed tears
trying to encourage him

to get up to eat
and grip his spoon
firmly

        * *
 Jan 2016
A Lopez
Lost my
Want for
Doing the bad
Temptational
Things------
I realized
Temptation
Isn't
So nice------
When it's
Your own heart
That stings.
 Jan 2016
am i ee
the delicious silence
forms tucked away
in beds
dreaming sleeping dreams

the town silent
dark
only the night
shift toils away

and even they
sleep

the sky hidden
by a blanket of clouds
rain paused

a peaceful heart
breathes in
deeply

thoughts abated
warm messages
waiting

an army of wonderful
humans
reaching out to
one another

bringing love and joy
into a little corner of another
part of this little
planet

she spins
out in space
green and blue and white

dear dear Mother Earth
so small when seen from above
so huge when seen from below

peals of laughter ring across her
sobs of sorrow water her

ever there
ever here

we are all one
here on this little
spinning rock

wake up and
be the love
be the light
be the compassion

simply be
in peace
in stillness
in silence
in solitude

~~~
 Jan 2016
izzi3
my mind's gone dry
there's no supply
my sanity has said goodbye
the world turned grey
what could I say?
nothing at all
and so I fall
hopelessly, helplessly
nobody could save

*me
co - write with my darling, Finn
(not my brother)
 Jan 2016
Paris
Two months ago,
I would have done anything
To make us work.
To make you happy.

Two months ago,
I was yours and you were mine

Today,
You want me back.
You want to prove to me
That you've changed,
That you're not the same.

But today,
I think it's too late.
I'm battling between the voice
In my head, and the voice
In my heart.
 Jan 2016
Dead lover
I tried to follow the footsteps of our government,
And I fell inside me and you..
Our government belongs to us,
Their governance means to us..
 

Things done by any Minster,
Must not be just for his or her brother sister..
What they do, Needs to be,
For me and you too!

Let's re - sketch the political structure,
And don't let it retrace, then it would rupture..
 Jan 2016
sanch kay
they say everything ends.
shall we prove them *wrong?
i love you.
 Jan 2016
sanch kay
i like it when
your name and my name
meet in the unlikeliest of places;
falling off someone's lips like twin dew drops
in a stray conversation, or appearing
together as partners in crime
when our vices are the
topic of conversation.
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