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jerard gartlin Feb 2010
there are many miles mounting up
but they crumble with your crowding touch
they tumble down the love i found
& stumble round on troubled ground.
as i struggled with the distanced love,
i was humbled by its nonexistence
you mentioned love but never meant it.
jerard gartlin Feb 2010
your eyes are like the ocean
& i'm dying just to drown again
to feel the gentle mental wind
of our vacant conversations
i'm speaking to keep you from leaving
or to deceive you from believing
we ever have to end
jerard gartlin Feb 2010
lets get all our problems dead and buried
but wed still linger for weeks in the cemetery
each tombstone marked with an argument
that will never rise up from the ground again

but we'd still stay there searching for zombies
the walking dead words that still harbor longing
because we're still chained to decaying corpses
of angry verbs that helped push us forward

& once were unbound from those severed limbs
& link our reaching hands together instead
we can leave the graveyard through the iron gates
& step into a love which we cannot escape
jerard gartlin Feb 2010
i tried to draw your picture once
but my hand & mind
couldn't compromise
on how to portray perfection
with just some simple lines
these colors couldn't illustrate
all the flawless thoughts you think
this paper could not consummate
the happiness your eyes create
my heart swells at the smell
of your beautiful skin
but i could never endeavor
to imitate that with pen
jerard gartlin Feb 2010
i took all the poems i've written of you
& created a quilt of lovesick youth
& under this i gently sleep
& of our love i always dream
& sometimes in the dead of night
i swear i feel you press close to my side
i pull you closer & kiss your head
& realize how blind i've been
even in sleep you thought of me
resentment, addiction, jealousy
the past has ruined everything
far too selfish to forgive
i always looked for faults in you
far too perfect to be true
jerard gartlin Feb 2010
i fall asleep
on fallen leaves
& call to all the long deceased
tell them of the swelling trees
that melted their roots next to me
& left me unexpectedly
anchored to their rancor seeds
where pain pours out in memories
down narrow bones with marrow mesh
& find their homes in borrowed flesh
& take full hold of my confidence
jerard gartlin Feb 2010
how i long to lounge upon your lips
be the object of your gaze
you're an extension of my fingertips
as i try to solve your body's maze
but these are purely dreams alone
your beauty's far beyond & clean
so i shift focus to my homely bones
& suffer til structure can be seen
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