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Derek Miller Feb 2011
Ago
Past of dread, to you I cry.
Please duly note, I plead.
Life of yearning, that of grief,
A pliant concept, need.

A path of stone, of certain way
Now broken, loss of canter.
I stumble through unmarked loam
Lonely thoughts seek banter.

Odd, true, that one might wish for this,
As sadness, I begrudge.
Important, here, regard from now.
To first address; you'll judge.

In the greeting, first of words
Do give way to what's sought.
History, then, is what is found.
That late mind's state: distraught.

Define this current mode I must.
It's clarity you shall know.
Vital I cast my wish complete,
Lest current hate should grow.

The prints of blame lie with a poll.
Disheveled souls, align.
Debauched deceit has had its say.
Count souls that don't count time.

This moment owning essence,
All alone it does decay.
Crying out to hopelessness,
As it loses will to stay.

Thus, being sole, the toll is one
A total far too great.
For none should bear such shameful fear.
Lasciviousness, abate!

Now cast a line behind your eyes.
Despite this glare, you'll find.
That love controlled the souls in there.
Worst ruthlessness, I'd bind.

The past shall census, finding none!
No vultures there did thrive.
No broken hearts to feed upon.
It's then I felt alive.

The souls did then discern a span.
A fear's place served a point.
Its force directed to all times
Hands couldn't form a joint.

See, souls combine when they align,
And thus, they become one.
In more than what's been stated, then
They counted thus as none.

It's in that line of olden count
The core of her and me
Did stand together, side by side
As proof that grief can't see.

Adjacent then, to these the polled
Stood third of counted spirits.
A woven work of love that drove
All sadness far from near it.

The number past, then being none
Shows no decaying soul.
Just two who's only fears did lie.
In a separated whole.

Sadness, then, was due to love,
As now, it's due to hate.
And this is why I wish for aches
Of bygone days of wait.

A time when hurts were dealt with words.
A simple I love you
Was all it took to calm the nerves
When badly missing you.
Derek Miller Feb 2011
Forever linked by chains of love, your promise was the key.
Our bond was that of fabled myths, together we were free.
Removed from claims that love could fade, so sure were we in hope.
Escape from life to dreams that formed like knots along a rope.
Verbatim, tell me just once more what long ago you swore.
Each transient thought that passes through now makes me miss you more.
Respite always fails to come, how ravaged can one stand?
And how can I succumb to life without our tethered band?
No longer does hope cast a gleam toward which I shall seek.
Deterrant loss does force away all happiness; I'm weak.
Affiliate me just once more with what you tore from me.
Lessen burdens whose vast weight chokes off the air to breathe.
Why can't you still retain the heart that I had fallen for?
As then my shattered semblance of a soul could look for more.
You still reserve a place within, despite the pain you caused.
Sure happiness did turn around, my hope-filled life, you paused.
Derek Miller Feb 2011
Rampant, bold uncertainty; at times it grows unchecked.
A fearful twinge too often spreads, surpassing all holds kept.
The bars affixed to life you've grasped, once linear and true
Now seem to veer so far from straight, away from all you knew.
What's to do when what you dreamed distorts and changes shape?
Nightmares born from vivid roads bisecting checkpoint's gate.
Stages sought now can't be reached, but detours linger there.
Sadly pointing, often though toward distant, lone despair.
Reluctantly, an awkward press results from giving in.
Ignorance, or lack of choice compels minds to begin.
Unwanted course, embarked upon, bears pressing weight, deforming.
Contorting souls which once had known the warmth of 'morrow's morning.
Expected glare from dawn's first light was ne'er a surprise.
Hated trials through distant lands create some darkened skies.
Reactions learned are useless then, accustomed as you are.
Anticipated outcomes are like flies within a jar.
Choked free of air, they surely die, but more then take their place.
It's these replacements, newly born, one tries to hold with grace.
Seeping through the cracks in hands that have no strength to hold.
Should you have used that jar at all? Why has this life grown cold?
Perhaps a high regard was due to that you took for granted.
Or maybe something just turned up, and shook the feet you'd planted.
Regardless, here you stand unsure, so lonesome is this fight.
Who's to know? What's now to come? Just tell me. Is this right?
Derek Miller Feb 2011
Often time will beckon forth a voyage toward a bond.
Yearning then pours forth in streams, eroding fears beyond.
Commitment causes one to give unto another, whole
A piece of them that proves devotion stemming from the soul.
Oft it starts in simple scenes in which a friend is sought.
Awaking to what might become, steps yield what can't be taught.
With firm resolve, thus I began toward this distant light.
Attraction wound a rope to guide lest I should lose my sight.
Firmly grasping, I took hold as inches turned to yards.
Elapsing time let tenderness cede not to prior guards.
Give no quarter, my heart cries, as bolder I ascend.
Steady forward movement soothes the soul to which you tend.
Day by day, thus we progress, tomorrow's but a thought.
Reveling in the time spent now; within your grace I'm caught.
Future-gazing interests not these eyes that don't look far.
Lost in this moment, I attest to present patience scars.
For burned within my mind are days of bygone calm persistence.
Rewards for taking time to capture all that's happened since.
Soldier on, I surely will, and build upon this wall.
Guiding ropes still linger fast, lest I should slip and fall.
Reminding me of journey's point and not just destination's.
Growing bonds that have formed roots affirm my inclination.
Take it slow, now rush it not. Continue to advance.
Our patience ensures none can say we never had a chance.
This was written on request from a friend so it didn't come out as strong or as clearly as I'd hoped since the emotions weren't really anything I was feeling. I just tried to put myself in his shoes. Hope it's not too bad :)
Derek Miller Feb 2011
Tormented by the inhibitions left by static spite,
Basking in the frigid drafts consuming all my might,
Tolerance of discontent is waning as I seek--
Ameliorate all signs of doubt as I strive to critique
Days that lie in pasts that dwell as too close memories.
Reminding me in urgent swells to spurn the life I'm teased.
Duplicity that I have known has bled through cracks to present
Pooling deep upon the floors, reflecting love's lament.
Though it had left, in vapid form, unfairly casting blame
It soon returned, did blessed gift, in noted disarray.
Malcontent, you dissadent, in place of your deception,
God did show me His intent. An angel. An exception.
Cast upon this wretched ground to spread an abstruse joy
Impossible odds stitched a seam that bound her to a boy.
Broken, bruised and battered still, I'd seen in her composure.
I, that boy, had found a way to break free of enclosure.
With velvet hands, she wound a way into my beating heart.
Coils stretched, entwined in labyrinth patterns just to start,
My life's true love soon spun a web to shelter my sad soul.
Escape, it sought. She brought it back, as bells of health did toll.
Inordinately, overmuch! Soon, she was forced to go.
Between our homes is such a space, I prayed it not be so.
Continents though, can't divide a bond as strong as this.
Though fortunes don't quite convalesce as quickly as we wish.
Distance shall create at times unnerving states of grief.
Fear not, my love. Please understand that hope shall cast relief.
Time shall prove, I know, assured, to be a vagrant woe.
Rampant flame of ardor shall cascade it's forceful flow.
Come with me, our hands entwined to drift upon this wave
That carries fortune, hope and promise to our hearts, the brave.
Fighting for each other proves to all we needn't care
For petty thoughts of lack of trust that dwell among despair.
Too far above the crowd we fly to be dragged down by doubt.
Jealousy shall taint us not as we lie near without.
Space reserved exclusively for us, we two, the chosen.
Exemplified mold of a love locked in all ages, frozen.
So though communication shall at times still pull us down to weeping,
Remember, dearest, all I've stated for the love we're keeping.
Escape, it can't. It's locked inside our souls that we now share.
Please revel in it's warming glow if you shall ere despair.
Derek Miller Feb 2011
This voice, it's remained silent. I can't decipher what to say.
But these last words shall hopefully give way to my decay.
Vicious people tend to **** the life straight out of hope.
Too certain that their views ascend and belie ways to cope.
I don't need wasted theories on why man should look above.
My strength did lie within me and thus for me did I had love.
Respect, I gave, yet received none as all did pause to gloat.
Superior we stand, now listen closely. This I quote.
This grand old text shall guide you to a life that's quite serene.
Just give devotion. Prove your faith. Ignore my spiteful spleen.
Our abject admiration, firmly built upon our fear
Teaches us to cling to words to which we must adhere.
But this I ask, this final time; Think deeply. Muster thought.
Would God's perception waver based upon what I have sought?
Would such a being love me more if I had chosen fear
To justify my thoughts in choosing from which paths to veer?
For I feel that I'd stand in brighter lights had I did choose
To display moral structures never fit to be misused.
Good for the sake of goodness. Nothing here provoked by doubt.
I choose to lead a good life free of hate I'll live without.
You judge the others, telling them they'll burn for what they see.
Now blood still spills upon the streets for differing beliefs.
And if this being feels that I should follow words you preach,
I'll say shove off. Disperse thyself, you wicked, awful leech.
In this moment, I now warn that you should stop insisting
That I seek warmth from something that I feel is non-existing.
For I am grounded firmly in what I can see and feel.
True happiness, I've felt before. Its memory, I've sealed.
I felt its glow without the interference of a ghost.
Proof enough to burdened hearts who needn't be engrossed
In ideas that have caused hatred to seep into many minds
That otherwise might have sought ways to open our eyes' blinds.
The world is but a cold and ruthless savage rock of hate.
Stop judging others. Walk a path that you see fit as straight.
I tire of the deluge of calamities, defeats.
I'm weary of the loss of love that I'm doomed to repeat.
My muscles seize a final time as shaking, I do fall.
My choices have now rendered me a fixed, defeated sprawl.
I cannot move. I'm stuck in this horrendous thing called life.
I ache to feel the end of grief, afflictions, doles and strife.
Derek Miller Feb 2011
Imagine, once, a wicked plight
No way in which to shun a fight.
Force feed the lies just to appease
Accepting this to grieve with ease.
Proceeding toward a shoddy grave
Shallow, sunken. Thought depraved.
Increasing woes to bear to death.
****** legs and gasping breath.
In retrospect, it's hard to see
What brings about such misery.
Exacting out unfelt revenge
Results in one's thoughts to avenge
Broken spirits which can't rise
When notes' heartstrings still clutch demise.
Horrid anthem, death-drenched knoll.
Ruined focus, re-sought role.
Alloted, thus, as this I hate
Etching paths into my slate.
I cannot waiver, must stay true.
Regrettably, I've died anew.
Confound it. Now, I'll search again.
Friendship. Love. This, I now pen.
Ironically, my last concern
Did take a sudden, blissful turn.
We met because I'd chosen this.
Fulfilling more than just a wish.
You brought it back. You did. I swear.
The love that I could not compare.
I missed it so, and now had found
That you beheld what brought me 'round.
Eternity had once more crept
Stealing swiftly. So adept.
I clung to this, my only care.
This beauty needed more than air.
Such certainty, I've never known.
It seemed to you that though you'd grown
To such an age as to dwarf mine
That we should grow apart with time.
Aside from this, we both did know
That complications soon would show
Revealing us our selfishness
We didn't care to think of this.
Deception reared it's ugly head.
Affection leads one to the bed.
Regret, however, I do not
Sharing souls the world forgot.
Wound together, finally free.
At rest, in sweet complacency.
Love, my darling. Sweet. Serene.
Warm, unerring. Vivid dream.

I'm sorry that we fought to be
An item that could not agree
To love a world that can't exist
In hurting others we'd have missed.
Happiness does have a cost
Proving that one can't exhaust
Lives to which you'd ere be bound
In lieu of those you'd finally found.
Love has limits. True, but sad,
However little we might add.
But broken through, it brings a storm
Tempest thoughts can soon transform
The normal order of a mind.
To be of some unearthly kind.
Placed within a hail of hurt.
Become you buried in the dirt.
Receding back to here within.
Love forced itself to just give in.
If missing you gave little things,
I'd gather them and build some wings.
Construct a way in which to fly
Alight upon your ground and sigh.
Marry me, if just in thought.
Ideas, if nothing, can be sought.
I'll ne'er forget what we did share.
A beauty crisp as frosty air.
Please don't forget, and just hold on.
My heart is yours, not yet forgone.
Memories hold what futures seek.
Though your departure makes me weak.
I'll never be without you, dear.
I love you. More than you dare hear.

— The End —