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John michalski Jan 2016
It's hard to love a mother
who only sees you as a mistake.
When dreams are more realistic
than words that are rehearsed
in my mind,
Throughout each day.
Photos are framed and looked at,
In ways that shouldn't be looked at and remembered.
To lye dormant on a shelf
collecting dust,
Like some piece of trash.
The words are so persistent,
Like bruises that remain on my skin.
Sometimes I feel so close to you
that I could almost reach out and grab your hand,
But something holds me back.
How I still chase your love
And hold on too the past,
something i shouldn't do.
Just a child wanting to be loved,
But it wasn't love if you let me go.
Cut the umbilical cord,
And separate us both.
Make room for me in your heart
where I can grow,
To get caught on the thorns
but admire the rose.
Copyright© Jm.
John michalski Jan 2016
We laid under the
crepuscular light,
That shined like the moon.
Entwined together like a knitted sweater,
Her heart is my home.
With sapphire eyes,
She stared into galaxies far
beyond mine.
To cascade through her evocative thoughts would take me centuries to understand her,
And the way she looks at me.
I get lost for words,
And tend to overlook the feelings that may change like capricious weather.
We bloom like naked flowers that never got the chance to grow,
Or share our beauty with the world.
We drink too much,
But never enough to see our
future spin like ballerinas.
We watch the sun come up
over the horizon.
The dawn of a new age,
Where we bathe in suicidal waves
that spill like blood onto distant shores.
How we pretend to be in love,
When love is never enough
to say I do.
John michalski Dec 2015
If your love was a book,
I'd be the words to make you
whole.
I would give you a meaning,
And a purpose beyond any words
ever written.
Never would I walk away from your
landscape of beauty.
An image portrayed in pages turning.
I want to spend them all with you,
Past,
Present,
And future.
I never knew that fairy tales could come true.
I want to absorb in all of you.
In your thoughts where you think of me,
And in my thoughts where I think of you.
My dear,
Your love is like art.
A feeling that you give.
That guides me like a single swipe of a pen.
Where we can read on,
And get lost in the moments
together.
John michalski Dec 2015
You,
Only you
Make me feel the way
that you do.
It's true,
I'd drive endless miles just
to see you smile.
I know its hard sometimes being
alone for awhile,
Without my arms to hold you close.
Just know:
I'll be coming home soon,
Back to you.
Only you,
Can find the wonder's in life
that carries your heart through
each day like I do.
And when the sun shines it shines,
Inside where the butterflies fly.
But when you kiss me you make
me feel so happy,
To have you only you
in my life with me forever.
John michalski Dec 2015
I find it hard to be hopeful
in the moments of transition,
But I globalize the feelings to understand the movement.
Perception is limited,
And hard to see underneath dark cloth where I hide the scars.
Days just accumulate different vessels,
And infiltrate behind walls.
Where I am weak,
Useless,
And small.
It took me years to learn how to love myself.
But even now I am lost in between the pages of litterature,
Trying to find the words for you to understand my pain.
Through each day
the little steps I take,
Seem to bring some hope for me,
But never enough to keep my smiling.
The sun may shine the brightest,
And the moments may divide us.
But i try my best to stay strong.
I try to hold on,
As if I just have one more day
left.
John michalski Dec 2015
With this pen,
I'll write our future.
Shape the best possible approximations of what we think our future will be.
Together we'll
build paper skyscrapers and mold our thoughts into statue's,
That will lay rusting in the amber sun.
We'll set sail to achieve the dreams,
We have always imagined.
We made sand castles out of secrets and promised to always keep them
hidden in the cracks of plain black,
Where the light could never shine through.
We colored the stars with oil pastels,
And searched for seashells,
By the lonely shore.
We swam naked in the waves of stained water.
The gravity of the moon pulled us in closer,
Where our lips stuck together like magnets.
Each emotion ran away with the wind.
We made unforgettable moments,
That settled like footprints in the sand.
John michalski Dec 2015
She said;
Let's make love under the sun,
Paint eachothers bodies with emotion.
Love is our adventure,
So lets stay young forever.
We can dissolve in eachothers minds,
And stay high on life.
Evaporate like water,
And soar like clouds through the open skies.
Nature is a work of art,
A world in itself.
Let's become one with nature,
Naked in its beauty,
Fragile in its womb.
She twirled to the music in her heart like a butterfly.
She followed the rain,
And sang to the storms.
She had a soul of a gypsy,
A heart of a hippie,
A personality that was wild.
She walked barefoot with freedom,
And hung her spirits high.
Naked in the clouds
where I got high off her love,
And never came down.
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