Lucky are those who have found love
and been loved.

Lucky are those who bear the gift of face.
   Easy is for them to find an easy case
            for their own taste
     - a goal for their own base.

Lucky are those who has an outstanding confidence.
For by it, they don’t live with a doubtful fence.
Freely as they get any wants in their existence.

I give away smiles, pieces of my lies,
        pretending not having rainy skies.
Hiding my Breathless sighs.

Sometimes I am like a rock
   too dull to feel, a surface too rough.
A sense I lost, an unreachable core,
I don’t know how to love anymore.



*© 2014 Pax

Communicating
Everything I want to say
With just one finger

I've only been posting poetry here for a short time
I never thought I'd find so many folks who like my rhymes

I'd like to thank you all for reading as my brain has grown
Without you all, I'd just be bitter, crazy, and alone

Thanks for making me feel welcome and like my voice is heard
I'd like to thank you all for reading my sour words

He mounts me
And for once, I actually let him take control
As our skin meets
And around and round we roll

I let him slide right through
And together, we make art
Something so strong and true
Not even my hatred can tear it apart

Speeds change, love is made
This isn't just *******, this is real
I roll him on his back and moaning fades
As I tell him for once how I truly feel

And as I feel human- so small and and weak
A tear falls from my eyes and lands on his cheek...

The sky is falling, it's flooding us with water
There's so much coming down, it just won't stop
Parents, you better save your sons and daughters
This storm is killing us with every drop

This is all my fault, I should have stopped this
I made him angry, now he wants us dead
Now the sky won't stop drowning me in his ****
Because of every awful thing I've said

I fall into this sea, forgetting to swim
I forgot how to, so instead I sink
This is all because of how I treat him
And now he's going to **** me with his drink

The wishing well is too far deep
That I think my wish got stuck
And now vines grow around it
Choking out the will of my dreams

If in a week you loved me
I'd gladly take you back
Because it's easy to see
We simply got off track

And if it takes a month instead
I'll gladly wait around
I've meant each "I love you" I've said
Can't you hear it in the sound?

And it may even take a year
Before you feel it again
But I will be patient, my dear
And I'll just stay your friend

Maybe ten years down the road
Our paths will again cross
And we'll get right back in the mode
to gain back all we've lost

If not ten years, then maybe more
but that's alright with me
I'll keep my heart inside a drawer
for you, kept so safely

Even if it takes fifty years for you
and we're wrinkled, old, and grey
I'd do my best to pull on through
and enjoy our remaining days

Maybe it will take one hundred years
And I'll be six feet under ground
But if your ghost told me "I'm ready dear"
I'd come right back around

Fist
Fight
Kid

Grow out
Of it?

I think not.