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Like a rock
Watching the water fall
I can only lay
Like the sand
Watching the ocean surge
I can only erode
Like an island
Watching a hurricane approach
I can only survive
Like a building
Watching the earth move
I can only hope
Like a tree
Waiting for the gale
I can only bend
Like a bank
Watching the river overflow
I can only stand
Like a forest
Watching the fire
I can only burn
Like a deer
Watching a tiger run
I can only die
Like a slave
Watching the whip
I can only bleed
Like a problem
With only bad choices
I can only lose
Like a baby
Without a mother
I can only cry
Like a Father
Without his children
I can only wait
I’m not a loser
I’m just not perfect
I’m not a bad man
I’m just not nice all the time
I’m not weird
I’m just not normal
I’m not strange
I’m just not familiar
I’m not hard
I’m just not easy
I’m not bitter
I’m just not happy all the time
I’m not arrogant
I’m just not humble
I’m not with anyone
I’m just not lonely
I’m not your only lover
I’m just not your first
I’m not what you want me to be
I’m just myself
I’m not worried what you think
I’m just interested in you
I’m not always around
I’m just there when you need me
I’m not meant for anyone
I’m just living my life
I’m not ignoring you
I’m just in my own world sometimes
I’m not leaving
I’m just going to find myself
I’m not gone
I’m just deciding what to do
I’m not afraid
I’m just not sure
I’m not
I’m just
from your dreamy eyes,
arrows of flowers,
repeatedly hit my erogenous zones.
surrendered to cupid, i beg for more.
have you
     somehow
filled the night
with new
     stars
and beckoned me
to stand under
winter's sky
and watch them
dance to your
secret tune?
I am him. He is me.

I looked at him, wondered ---
Does he ever feel the same?
He has my eyes, my nose,
my lips, my hair,
everything from me.
But I wondered,
Does he ever feel the same?

I touched him, he also touched me.
I talked, he also talked,
but I can't hear his voice.
He could predict my actions;
If I laugh, cry,
weep, and smile,
he always imitates me.
But I wondered,
Does he ever feel the same?

We are friends;
the truth and the lie.
Sometimes enemies;
but if I'll **** him, I'll die.
I wondered,
Does he ever feel the same?

I am him. He is me.

If only we exchange worlds...
© 2012
Before I was born my fate was a thread,
To be spun and measured and cut at a time,
Determined by Fates inflicted on men.

Why is an impossible burden allotted to me?
And why the decision that since
Pandora was created,
My fate ever since,
Is determined,
By spinning of thread,
In the sandstorm of life,
By immortals who meddle.
On this earth, when I really prefer,
To be left on my own to live life in despair?

With my daily bread and a glass of wine,
And the love of the woman I love by my side,
Who sleeps in my arms as I dream or my fate.
he'll try hard to not
            just to prove
                        he can
The drops of rain
Play a leaf like a drum
While desperate men
Are murdered
By a faceless enemy
My eyes are drawn near
Until the drops
Begin drawing lines
On my face
And my vision becomes blurry
Between life giving
And indifferent existence
I wish to become
As nature is
In harmony
Soothing
Instinctual
At times heartless
But beautiful
And without worry
I must ask
In what world of deception
Must the magic of caring
Overcome its daily death?
Where good men remain silent
Preferring to live anonymously
For fear of losing everything
Or the respect
Of a zealot
Who wrote the rules
That bind us mercilessly
Inside the pressure resonates
With looming consciousness
Where the end provides comfort
To rational thoughts early death
As time is killed needlessly
Take from me
The lashes of my weaknesses
Hurtful pride
Ruthless selfishness
Contrived masculinity
Look not my way for your ambition
For I will not die for you
I will not bow down
I will not pretend to understand
I will exchange your judgment
For my self-respect
All that remains is true integrity
Washing over me
Until I can no longer accept anything
But the truth
Of the horror
That you peddle endlessly
If I ever wrote of you dear friend
Would it be of the outside?
Would I write of a smile
of ten thousand shining stars
without the fear of missing
the star that changed the sky?

If I ever wrote of you dear friend
would it be of the inside?
would I write of your soul
desperate to capture
the essence and rhythm
describing a painting that eyes can’t see.

If I ever wrote of you dear friend
would it be of our friendship?
the perpetual binding of  souls
paired lights shimmering softly
dancing through rain filled puddles
just before daybreak

If I ever wrote of you dear friend
would I ever write this to you?
my words whispered into the wind
I write this only of you my dear friend
as I plant you deep in my heart
in the secret place where flowers bloom.
Hello happy,
hide the shadow sorrow-
I’m here to tell you,
I’m your smile for tomorrow.

Of winters blue, and summers green,
Of beach and sea and leaves serene,
I promise to tell you,
The truest beauty I  have ever seen.

A love day,
On its way,
Happy valentines.
I can only hope you will
believe it in these lines.
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