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 Aug 2012 Joseph Valle
Caia
Knotted
 Aug 2012 Joseph Valle
Caia
If I had to sink or swim
To save your life or mine
We'd be each other's anchors
And stay alive for days

Across the breaking ocean
Beneath the crashing seas
I'll kiss you as we float along
The seeping crystal waves

And when we say goodnight
The salty final time
We'll drift as silver specters
Asleep and always dreaming
Your lips move,
contracting and contorting around
syllables and vowels;
your lips move and
the words are inaudible,
concealed by the deafening roar,
ever so clear,
that rings like a bell
in my ears.
fast
slow

never stopping
always going

can we catch it
without slowing?

on the face that's always
glowing

can we pass it without
growing?

at times we feel like
it is towing

us behind it
never knowing

what it is that lies ahead.


here it comes it's always
beating

bringing laughter
sometimes weeping

wanting you to think it's
leading

to a hand that's always
feeding

your sore heart that's ever
bleeding

but you never are content.



now it's here it's got you
thinking

looking sly with tempting
winking

and your heart is ever
sinking

down into a black abyss.


and your heart is always
leaking

‘cross the pane your blood is
streaking

yet you still are always
seeking

something else to fill that void.


In the sunset you can
see it

all creation 'round you
be it

hope inside begins to grow.


you know inside you know
for sure

you know that you have found
the cure

so you answer that tugging
lure

knowing that it will
endure

forever and all time.
This is a piece I wrote quite awhile ago.  I know it needs some changing, but I'm not sure how or what.  Any feedback/critique is greatly appreciated!
Hands shaking, a tremor, uncontrollable, the emotions jutter out of the body, a physical reaction to losing your best friend. A single tear falls down a sunken cheek but the face doesn’t move. The tear duct burns, that ache just behind the eyes, the sockets feel bruised, your throat swelling behind the scenes. Nothing left to be said, no words where only screaming would do. A complete breakdown… of communication, of understanding, a loss, an indescribable loss. That pain in your chest, if it had a colour it would be electric, ELECTRIC! Burning embers, smouldering disappointment. The phrase “gutted like a fish” comes to mind. Later, naked in the bath, hunched over, shuddering tears into the mass of water you’ll remember, that’s exactly how you’ll look. And feel. Slimy, empty. Only full now of hollowing electric disappointment.
A poem about the feelings when a relationship ends.
 Aug 2012 Joseph Valle
John Roark
eventually you will be forgotten.
no one will remember your name,
when the sun sets on eternity.
it seems absurd to me that you
should want it any other way.
it's liberating--to realize that
what you do in life really doesn't
matter.  now don't confuse me
with a nihilist. there's meaning
to life.  My oh my is there meaning,
if you know where to look anyhow.
i'll even tell you where to find it.
go grab a mirror, stare yourself
in the eyes. now say "i am happy when.."
you just thought of something.
be it money, art, sports, the woman you love.
it doesn't matter.
That fire you just saw burning in your eyes
at the remembrance of what you love?
that passion?
that is the meaning of life.
now go live.
I wish we didn't have to breathe.
That there was no need to exhale
before we take a picture
for things to look their best.
That there was no need to inhale,
because all that is left
is the pollution of a world
full of empty people.

I wish we didn't need to breathe.
That instead
all the empty people
were full.
That we inhaled
beautiful, undying, unconditional
love
filling our chests with it
to the fullest capacity.
And instead of Co2,
we exhaled
hatred,
sadness,
regret.

And watched it rise above the clouds,
above Earth's atmosphere
far past the stars
and into the corner of the galaxy
in Time-Out
until it can learn to love,
and it will come back as
the stars we gaze at this very moment,
my head resting on you.

I listen to your heart skip beats
and feel your chest
fill up
with my love
and breathe out
your pain.
 Aug 2012 Joseph Valle
Miller
Someone
is lifting people from my life
between blinks,
stripping familial faces from earth
as erasable ink images,
one
by
one---
gum drops plucked,
as soulless grapes

no longer fruitful,
absence multiplies---
divided by youthful apparitions,
stunted ambitions,
and
sorrow

Someone
is whittling my family tree
with tomorrow’s steady hands
so quickly my name rises to the top,
as cream
scraping heaven with barefoot screams

while innocence weeps
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