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  Mar 2017 Karina Norris-Veirs
Traveler
I have driven
The climbing mind
Far past the cliffs
Of "by design"
Above the caves
Of spiritual slaves
With nothing left
To give away

I have scaled
The suffering soul
With broken spirit
I'm sure you know
How high the summit
As we grow old...

Mostly though
I'm so glad I had
A chance to meet you
Upon this road
...
Traveler Tim
I've always wanted to:

Write in a sedated state of mind
Make stars and clouds intertwine
Plant seeds in dictionaries as intuition is set to grow
A volcano erupt in words
Sweet lullaby's sang and whistled serenades in birds*

Red in blue
A beautiful poem in you
She loses herself
When she looks into his eyes
A vast storm in the universe
Holds her spellbound
Mesmerized
The collapsing of stars
The birth of new
All in his eyes
She has the VIP view
Entranced in the darkness
The planets play
A series of falling stars
Each a wish from her
Praying one will come true
She dares not look away
Intense is this night
She sees dancing in his eyes
She yearns for a kiss
To intensify the heavens she sees
Captured in his gaze
Mesmerized
Kiss me already....again...
It glares at me
Begging to look for a promise
One that will never be
"i won't leave you, ever"
Empty words
Fell upon desperate ears
Recourse is pain
Of a promise
One never to be gained
She put herself out there
What she wanted, craved
She held out for you her hand
You batted it away

You leave her broken
So many times
But still she comes back for more
An obsession of mind

Do you not care
Or is fear what reigns
For fear is what travels
All through her veins

Do not scoff
This soul opened bare
When out she holds her hand
Take it, for her, be there
  Mar 2017 Karina Norris-Veirs
Aeerdna
Trapped in a time loop
where all that happens is you
coming to me, kissing my feelings with your smile,
then crashing me
and leaving me there
with my naked hopes
hiding in the deepest grounds of my heart
again and again.

I am the prisoner of my own deathly wishes,
of the same repeating illusions,
and your voice in my head
is singing the same song on repeat
like a broken cassette
stuck in this old, rusty radio that is my mind.

I am trapped in a time loop
and all I do
is getting lost
somewhere on the paths of your soul
where my dreams get born
just so they can go to die.
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