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For the Sparrows Nov 2012
You are everywhere, Eros
Everywhere but here
holding my hand,
looking deeply into my eyes
and beating within.
You can't hide from me, Eros,
I see you on her lips.
I see you in his gaze.

Eros, I dream of you
I cry for you
I wish for you
and I pray for you.
Eros, grasping you
is like trying to catch smoke
within my hands.
Eros, you like are smoke.
because you cause me to suffocate.  

Eros, you are hiding in his heart.
A heart that is not in range
to hear my rhythm.
Look for me. Listen to my song.
I'm the dreamer, dreaming out loud
sleeping under the tree.
Wake me up, Eros,
so together we may climb.

Eros,
I miss you.
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
It lingers in my heart
Sing me a song,
sing sadness away
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
Alone with you in a small dark space
I don't know who you were,
I only knew you were shaking with fear,
hiding from everyone
because you thought you were a monster

I wrapped my arms around your torso
I wrapped my arms around a  stranger
Feeling your rapid heart beat against my chest
Sending the rhythm throughout my body
We stood there, unmoving
Just holding each other, so close.
It was beautiful.

Your rhythm began to calm
as my hands gently stroked your back
as my voice whispered a hush
and I sang to you ever so softly
with a voice only angels have
I tamed your heart.

I only wish to feel that again
with my head against your chest
I never saw you before in my life
You only exist in that dream
and you were beautiful.

Who were you,
Why did I see you,
I don't even know your name
and the memory of your face is fading
Your heart felt so real
Do you exist in my world?
Or will I onlyremember
those moments together,
I was alone with you
in a cold dark space.
And it was beautiful.
A dream I had last night. I often have dreams like this, meeting a beautiful stranger, a face I have no recall seeing in the real world. I wonder what it means, or if it means anything at all! It is a bitter-sweet feeling in the morning.
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
Discomfort lingers
flaws cause agony
& insecurity



I want to like me
My eyes disagree
The mirror is misleading



Beauty lives in the heart
Would I be
happier if I were her?



It is relentless
I cannot help myself
Comparisons



Freedom is alive
My wings are broken
Healing takes time
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
I'd rather be in this world
where we share our hearts and stories
Instead I am prisoner to an essay
that is due tomorrow morning

Art history is interesting
It intrigues my hungry mind
But I keep tumbling into blankness
The anxiety is leaving me blind

Please pray that I finish it
and that I get a reasonable grade
If you can give words of encouragement
you will have my night made

you will have my thanks!

I hope I'm not up too late
I hope I have some time for sleep
Good -bye for now hello poetry
I think its time for tea.


Miah~ the weary procrastinator
I think I'll make some chai... it has caffeine.
PS. You are all beautiful.
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
The Earth.
A gift. A precious gift.
Why do we treat it so harshly
or rather neglect the Artist?
The world.
It meant for us to cherish. to protect. to change.
The world is yours,
yours to see
yours to smell
yours to taste
yours to hear
yours to touch
Your time on the earth is precious.
Why invest trying to blend into the world,
to become a part of it?
Listen children,
you were born to stand out.
You have wings.
Solid ground beneath your feet
is where you feel comfort.
You've forgotten,
You have wings!
Time is precious,
yet there is a time for everything.
It's up to you to divide
Just remember,
You were born with wings.
You were born to protect. to change. to cherish.
But most of all,
to LOVE.



Miah, daughter of the Artist
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
loyal vessel keeps sailing
through the storms and through the blue
no land is ever sighted
but You promise me
the compass is true.
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