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The sounds you make
When walking away
Make a continuous echo
Against these four empty walls
Swing with me
Until the world swirls

And colors of the sky begin to blend
Be patient

For the sun will set


And your secrets will be safe

Under the moon


We will make promises
To stay together

Through all things that make up forever
I have never understood why it is the flowers bloomed
Or why the fish decided to live in the sea

And how is it you continued?

I have never understood why it is the moon shined so brightly
Or why the grass never grew green

And how is it you decided?

I have never understood why it is my voice never carried through the walls of pearl
Or why the stars flew across the never ending sky

And how is it you stayed?

I have never understood why it is I dreamed quixotic dreams
Or why my heart never stopped breaking

And how is it you continued to hope?

I have never understood why life has dealt me these hands
Or why I could not deal myself back in

I have never realized you were the sun
Or that I was the rays

How is it you have nott fallen?
 Feb 2013 Johnnie Rae
Ian Beckett
We miss the body language in our telephone conversation,
Feelings expressed unseen, words of love are just words,
We laugh but fear the loneliness of an unintended slight,
Connected and divided by one dimension in time and space.

We hear and see without feeling on a nervous video chat,
Expressing our nakedness as Adam and Eve in the garden,
Deprived of touch words and pictures are distant and awful,
Connected and divided by two dimensions in time and space.

We hold each other in the tender embrace of long absence,
Whispered intimacies and smiling eyes together at last,
Contemplation of heaven and a hell that was missing you,
Connected you, a part of me, in three dimensions time and space.
 Feb 2013 Johnnie Rae
Ray
Recovery
 Feb 2013 Johnnie Rae
Ray
I took a pickaxe to my heart
and chipped away the poison
clogging my arteries and
slowing my pulse to a whisper;
after years of build up
I finally curbed the beast within
but things were too good to be true.

Now my pulse beats a different tune
to what I've grown so used to
and I no longer crave the poison
that built walls around my heart
leaving me helplessly trying
to figure out what I want
and who I am
without the monster who controlled me
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