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Joseph Perales Jul 2011
I have spent all of the night searching
for the same thing I lost so long ago
it has never returned on home
so I shout through the falling snow

come back, come back home
just come back, come back here
come back, even if it's not forever
just come back until the sky is clear

I have spent all of the day searching
for the way the summer sun did shine
when you caught it inside your eyes
when I caught you and called you mine

come back, come back home
just come back, come back here
come back, even if it's not forever
just come back until the sky is clear

I have spent all of my life searching
walking through this snow now falling
finding nothing but another cold night
still, I know tomorrow I will be out calling

come back, come back home
just come back, come back here
come back, even if it's not forever
just come back until the sky is clear
Joseph Perales Jun 2011
The sound of my name
is different from the lips of a lover
like each syllable said
is a new sound to discover
the word floats softly
and lingers with a lofty hover
they penetrate my chest
and over my heart they cover

The sight of my world
has been restored to all light
what was once monotone drab
now shines with a color so bright
she is the steady sunshine
inside the darkest of night
and if I were struck blind
I know she would be my sight

The taste of the air
is different now with her here
it is the roses and dandelions
meeting my palette so clear
like the fever of spring
even when the winter is near
it is the taste of adventure
in the absence of fear
Joseph Perales Jun 2011
with just one glance
one perchance glance
she met me in my stance
I was enrobed inside a trance
in this trance my heart did dance
at once I understood romance
staring across the expanse
with that lone glance
a perchance glance
Joseph Perales Apr 2011
Sometimes I want to call you
and tell you that you were right
about so many of the things
that we said when we would fight

not to get you back
not even to make amends
not so we can be lovers
not so we can be friends

just to admit I was wrong

Sometimes I want to call you
and tell you that were wrong
about so many of the things
we fought about for so long

not to make us enemies
not drive you away
not to say that I was right
not to ruin your day

just to hear that you were wrong

maybe there is no wrong
maybe there is not right
maybe we knew that all along
things aren't so black and white
Joseph Perales Apr 2011
I suppose this is how the story goes
from mussed hair to your curled toes
from present skin and your absent clothes
this isn't poetry, this is strictly prose

it serves only practice and purpose
it is both malice and your bliss
with each well placed callous kiss
we both slide further toward abyss

bite and scratch like the animals we are
passion burns like the brightest star
but all fire will be reduced to char
I'm not a savior, but another scar
Joseph Perales Apr 2011
She snorts her Ritalin
she snorts her xanex
she snorts her *******
before she has ***

She loves her codeine
and her amphetamines
her world spins so fast
she needs some Dramamine

she buys and sells pills,
writes prescriptions
she skips most meals
to feed her addictions

light up a cigarette
gulp down a percocet
mix uppers and downers
hoping that they offset

she takes bottle after bottle
of pills and alcohol
she just tips it back
and swallows it all

a walking pharmacy
a waiting tragedy
a princess of pills
her Medicated Majesty
Joseph Perales Apr 2011
“I don't ever want to feel like this again”,
she whispered under bated breath
in the stage show that is her life
pain entered right, joy faded left

her eyes slowly permeated
by a gloss, which turned to tears
the pain slowly escaping
held contained for so many years

but she wasn't feeling sorrow
she was feeling something more
something I've never seen from her
or seen from a soul since or before

she wasn't upset at circumstance
but at her lack of a certain emotion
at least before she could yell
but now she didn't carry the notion

she was now numbed to it all
which scared her more the anything
she didn't feel the push to drive her
she could no longer feel the sting

she was now empty entirely
no sign of rage or elation
not leaning to one side of the spectrum
but in the middle, in a sad sedation
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