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 Jul 2017
Colzz MacDonald
Take my hand
Walk with me in dreamland
Talk to me
There will always be
These precious moments together
I will show
More than you know
A love so strong
Can never feel wrong
More than words that last forever

Feel my love
Enchanted from above
Given to
Always be with you
More than I could ever prove
You’re the one
Heaven spun
I believe
I conceive
The gods fervently approve

My soul will sing
More than anything
Of the beauty
Doing its duty
The most gracious love ever seen
Wherever you are
I’ll be near, not far
You won’t lose sight
Of me day or night
This seed of love grows evergreen
 Jul 2017
Tshili698
Your name sounds like a hurricane in my chest, exits my lips like debris from a storm that ravaged the land of my memory.
It sounds like the culmination of pain, like the breaking of the earth, like the ground swallowing my joy, like the sun fell from the sky and burnt my peace to a crisp, like a tsunami drowning the remnants of my hope, it chokes and gropes at my serendipity.
Your name sounds like dying light, like the stars being ripped from the sky, like a moon that will never see the sun rise and a sun that will never see the moon smile.
Your name sounds like the saddest story ever told, like living your whole life alone, like your body not wanting itself, like a child that will never be loved.
It sounds like a weeping man, like everything he ever loved being taken from him.
It sounds like armageddon in my soul, like my spirit being shattered by the quakes of your hate, like the butterflies in my stomach taking their last flutters, like the day the earth will stand still...like the end of everything I will ever know.
Your name sounds like the birth of death. So you'll have to forgive, for the fact that I keep it locked away in the abyss of my forgetfulness.
I still wanna see my tomorrow.
 Jul 2017
NV
i need to tell you about a woman who's shelf life of love has no expiry date.
that sometimes i worry,
sometimes i worry,
i worry,
that she feeds it more than she eats it.
anorexic love ; when last have you slept on a full stomach.
 Jun 2017
Colzz MacDonald
Here I am, I'll stand by you
I can give you verity
Like the dream you made come true
For all the joy you bring me
Faith in the love from your heart
Never let me fall apart

I'm the one to hold you up
I can see you through it all
Troubles try to fold you up
Won't let them make you feel small
I'm your voice if you can't speak
I'll be bold, if you feel weak

When I can't see, you're my eyes
You're the wings to make me fly
You are the truth through the lies
The hand that touches the sky
I am grateful for each day
Where my inspiration lay

Through the dark, I'll be your light
You were there for me always
There is no star lost tonight
As we meet in life's hallways
I don't know much that may be true
But I know I'm blessed with you
 Jun 2017
Paul Jones
The space between ethereal measure,
  the nothingness connecting our divide.
This lack of substance is surreal, obscure
  are old memories of sharing your side.
Ours is the spirit, by which we are bound,
  a realm we share where timelessness persists.
Where shapeless planes carry a formless sound,
  the self becoming selfless, unresisting.
The place you’ve gone does not belong to me
  and in the space between us, seeds are sown.
The tree of life sways softly with the breeze
  while you continue, beyond what I know.
Like wings that carry over to another shore,
  you are my leaf on the wind. I see you soar.
Sonnet - 18 -
Original version: 27/09/15
This version: 23/03/17

I can share this now.

Dedicated to my Father.
I wrote this sonnet for him and read it at his funeral.

It explore's the experience of still feeling deeply connected to something that is no longer. Even after their death, people still affect you and change you. Pieces to a puzzle are still being put in their place as we mirror ourselves and our actions to what they might have done. We learn about ourselves and the world from these reflections.

On an even deeper level, this sonnet explore's the ethereal connections we have to our ancestors and the past. Observing that, what is lost to us will be reborn, through it's decay, feeding new growth. The cycle of life.

          "I am a leaf on the wind.
               Watch how I soar".
                                               - Wash, Firefly
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