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 Aug 2015 Elijah
saint
I woke up again today.
I didn't want to.
You know why, but I'll remind you.
Remember when we snuck out at two?
You were hungry and I just wanted to see you.
You were hard to get but I got you.
I snuck out every night since then.
Climbed through your window and into your bed.
We just laid there and held hands just like you said.
Told me on the phone two months earlier,
"I just want to lay with someone and hold their hand,
Study their palms with touch just like my little brother read".
You were lovely really.
I was always nervous around you but I loved when you called me silly.
It feels like just yesterday I handed you your favorite flower.
We were in the park and we didn't talk but honestly that was my favorite hour.
And soon you became my favorite flower.
We blossomed into something more,
Something love couldn't even devour.
I had the whole world in my hands because I held you.
It was beautiful.
Two years later and I still smiled when I saw you.
We were meant for each other because I know you felt the same when you saw me too.
I'm sorry I keep having to remind you,
But every morning I have to.
Because you're not here anymore,
And i miss you.
I don't know what I did to deserve this but I'm asking for forgiveness.
I'm sorry for every wrong I did,
I repent to every sin.

And I'm scared to fix our bed because I feel like you might still come back in.

And I hate how I might wake up again.
 Aug 2015 Elijah
Solaces
She tore a branch off an old dead tree..
She held it so and it molded into a guitar..
She played the song of the woods..
And the sky cried in the day..
The rain drops looked like diamonds in the setting sun..
She played till the moon rode high..
Crescent light of the night..
She then held the guitar to the old dead tree..
As it became a branch again..
She walked into the pale silver moonlight..
She shined for a moment and faded into the night..
Fade....
 Aug 2015 Elijah
SE Reimer
~

where clear blue sky meets water's deep
his sunbeams reach her waves to tease,
to warm her currents, foaming spray;
dawn to dusk when daylight fades,
till only afterglow remains,
an interlude of celestial stage.

he speaks to her on written sky
and in the mournful sea-bird's cry,
wraps sultry ribbons in her tresses,
his fingers linger in caresses,
and in soothing choreography
he gently stirs her ocean's breeze.

he sends her gifts of palm and dates,
wrapped on waves in salty sprays;
watches her with much delight,
he sings to her each eventide,
love songs with the calling gull,
and rocks her tween the gusts and lulls.

wedded at horizon’s edge,
devotion to her he has pledged,
to have forever and to hold,
his comfort to her storm-tossed soul;
his tender kiss on tear-stained cheek,
where clear blue sky meets water's deep.

~

post script.

when one gazes
into the vastness
of sea and sky,
of what is from
height to depth
an endless blue,
one cannot but think
of eternal devotion,
of the relationship
between two who have
pledged their forever troth!


as i wonder from what recesses
this one came, i remember…
our 36th wedding anniversary
is fast approaching...
i’ve been thinking of what to gift her
that will make her cry anew.


**thank you to Hello Poetry for
the tremendous honor bestowed
with their designation of this poem as the daily
and to all who have expressed their heartfelt
love and appreciation... your message
came through loud and clear...
there can be no denying it,
i am an incredibly blessed man
because of each of you!  
thank you, truly,
from the bottom of my heart!
 Aug 2015 Elijah
Rangzeb Hussain
"...and there will be a time,
yes, dearest heart,
there will be a time,
there will be a time for those sad eyes,
those eyes...
now so free flowing with the nectar deeply drawn
from the well of your secret soul,
these tears will refresh your inner being,
you will smile again sweet angel,
hush, sleep now
and dream upon the wingless sailing stars,
the Lord of the seven heavens has thus spoken..."*



©Rangzeb Hussain
 Aug 2015 Elijah
Lu
drops
 Aug 2015 Elijah
Lu
it starts with one
just one drip
then another
then more
one after the other
soon there are rivers
rivers of black
black waterfalls running
rivers running
down the face
the pale, smooth face
the black rivers run
until there is no more to be shed
it takes a while
because the drips don't stop
but it doesn't matter
she's cried the last tear
and felt the last drop
and then it all stops
 Aug 2015 Elijah
ji
Welcome
 Aug 2015 Elijah
ji
To love is to invite tragedies in your soul, disclosing your heart vulnerable to every pain.

But if love is this beautiful, I think I would smile to even the worst tragedies and say, "Welcome! If you are love, though you bring pain, I wish you never go away."
080915
 Aug 2015 Elijah
TYRAN
Walking down the street while the street is dead.
Comfort in my head there is the coldest bed.
Out from the abyss is where my dreams have led.
***** all the words that I haven't said.
Who says I can't be great like the lord I praise?
Stuck beneath my shadow was my darkest days.
Pray that I get rid of these ugly ways.
Why live the same if you don't feel the same?
Who's to blame for the worldwide lies?
Who's to say you won't see past the sky?
Who's to know where you're gonna go?
When the loud goes quiet and the wind just blows...
Be great, nothing's stopping you.
 Aug 2015 Elijah
Poetic Thoughts
I am frightened to hear about your twisted ways. Each occasion I am encircled by you and think to how naïve I had been. I pray every night for God to forgive you for your sins and to give me the strength to fix this fiasco of an equation which is yet to be solved.  I had no idea your edges were rough to me, you were pure. I've got a volcanic eruption going on in my chest, wrapped with a soul that wants to be laid to rest filled with content. My illusion of who you were  was shattered by the truth of who you are so hopefully, probably you will look me in the face, whisper those words of accuracy and veracity.
#naive #feltstupid #lies #hurt #sad #poetry
 Aug 2015 Elijah
Elijah
Reluctant sadness
was hidden in the essence of my skin
I am dressed in black
for the walking mysterious, feaful,
recurring death I have become.
No one can see my tears
or feel my soul;
they just walk on my fractured heart
that has become a broken glass
unswept in my coffin of thoughts.
I can barely breathe
when all I inhale is toxic cosmic
my vision is blurred with lines
of obscurity and anxiety.
I am down to feeling sappy,
happiness is fake smiles in daylight
and wet pillow at night
fiction truths arouse in my dark room
as I depict a dark twisted fantasy.
My soul is darkened
as my spirit reminisced over my dark ages
when I was a soulless temple
with no cups running over me
no spiritual reflection,
no mental redemption
just a broken sculpture
who can barely breathe.
#anxiety #dark #death #depressed #fear #fractured #heart #life #pain #poetry #sad #soul #spirit
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