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 May 2014 G H Goodland
Gladys P
As I glanced upon the onyx skies,
Sprinkles of  diamonds came twinkling down by surprise,
One by one fell into the sea,
With profound memories, of you and me.

When our  hearts united in fulfillment,
Leading us to an inspirational day in excitement,
Admiring this attractive scene,
That sparkled so beautifully with sheen.

And soft winds casually embraced our way in flare,
Enjoying the pleasantness of the air,
While sitting close to you,
In a delightful view.

It was an incredible night and slightly cold,
When we saw the ocean waves gently unfold,
And our first kiss I often replay,
On that fabulous month of May.

Still today, when we seek for the stars,
It appears the eve is nearly ours,
And when you gaze into my eyes,
My pressure slowly continues to rise.
Love and Nature
Those feelings—
guilt, shame, disgust
rise up
as I shove them
down my throat.
Trying to fill myself up
only to have it emptied out.
March, 2014
She possesses the delicacy of a rose when she smiles.
The world looks like a better place when reflected off of her glossy, brown eyes.
The color of her eyes is filled with love like her iris just produced a symphony of strength all strung together by the final kindness found in this world.
Her freckles are kisses from God for every time she is sad.
Her lungs are a pair of symbols crashing together in harmony with her soft, snare drum heart.
The beats are rhythmic with the love that surges through her veins like lightning.
Oh, her mind! How I envy such a place. It comes off as dark and relentless, but deep inside, it is artwork that refuses to have an owner in order for people to feel what they will.
She is nothing less than Mount Everest, but not limited to her beauty, strength and height. She is remembered for the people willing to see all of her. Her streams, wildlife, and scenery.
The true beauty beneath the pictures.
I love you, darling. Keep your head higher than the clouds that surround you.
When the words don't come
And the thoughts stop short
I feel a sense of panic
And loss

Who am I if I have no thoughts?
What am I if I can't communicate?
I drop away from humanity
I fall out of society
Trying not to let the ocean drown me
Trying not to let the sheets smother me
Trying not to let the fingers strangle me

But it doesn't seem to matter what I do
Where I run or hide doesn't seem to help
Because no matter where I go
No matter where I look
Everything is out to get me
It's either off the rooftop
Or off the deep end
I have a fear of water
And I have a fear of heights
Neither option looks too pleasing
But if I don't choose for myself
Then someone's bound to do it for me
Please note: I know this may be easy to interpret as a struggle with suicide, especially on this website. However, I personally do not deal with those thoughts, though I have fought depression. And if you do have suicidal thoughts getting help is truly the best option.
I want to save you.
To take your hand and help you run.
But you haven't yet realized
That you need saving.

And if you had
You'd say you didn't need help.
I want to whisper in your ear,
"I'm here. I can help."

I know you'd think it crazy,
But you'd come around and then,
I think you'd smile and chase after me.

And only once we ran out of breath
You'd realize your problems got left behind.

That's it's just you and me,
Alone with our freedom,
To do anything we please.
And I'll have saved you.
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