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 Sep 2013 Kelly Anne
Nemo
And when I'm filled with solitude, silence, and sin
and the warm smell of nothingness seeps its way in
I hear the bell tolling and your voice in my head
so I start to clean up all your words that I bled
When I reach out for you, feel the coldness of air
Miss the grace of your skin, and the smell of your hair
And the raindrops start falling, mist in my eyes
Find there's nothing as hard to swallow as that last goodbye
 Sep 2013 Kelly Anne
Tim Knight
Beyond the mountains, the mountains,
beyond over their bumps and hills and small pocket
paths tucked into the seam,
you're sleeping still,
still sleeping;
glass of water on the desk sat upright and uptight
next to a gathering of white sugar, they-will-work pills
that you've taken one of.

Before you woke the window watched
the street below, I joined in and saw
smoke and busses, taxi cab film rushes
uncut and newly coloured for the silver screen
that's too expensive to see.

That morning I tided your clothes in
neat piles and mountain tops
where the summit was socks ready
for you to wear again until you leave me lonely and go home.
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I left the road to see the center in your eyes
They reflect the past and every part of me
This tangled a twist spinning towards the sky
Just enough to touch the heavens and it was radiant

Brilliantly Radiant.

I saw the look you gave when your soul got trapped between your ribs,
Feigning rhythms and heartbeats set the tone
Bitter cold snipping at my spine and digging out my breath
And I never want to let go.

This may have been an awkward dance fitting to the tune
Skipping the steps to the future that lies ahead but the past is just a place
In this moment we were still.

Brilliantly Still.

Calm nights seize into silent mornings where the birds wake to the sight of the sun
And we wake to the sound of their song
They have no need to worry, only the breath in their beak that forms into music
The leaves flow to the wind and the train passes with soothing horns

"Shhh..... Listen."

I'll pluck the chords and change the melody so that the horns never stop
Your ears, pinned to the window letting them slowly drift you to sleep
Playing back all the subtle notes that fall from the engine to the tracks tumbling with consequence
And I prefer to the solemn pacing of forever but
I don't believe in time and in this moment we are infinite.

Brilliantly Infinite.
I have a love that carried me.
It plucked me and stood me upright.
I wanted to stand tall, be a mighty tree never to be struck from the ground.
You were always there, like a rope tied tight around my ankle causing me to stand still.
Well I never wanted to leave.
Look behind and see all the beautiful colors we were made to bloom into.

I was red and you were blue.

Like paint on a canvas we blend together but mine hasn't dried yet.
Strip the unnecessary and become works of art.
Vibrant and true we bleed down the thick white canvas creating this mess of paint.

A mess so right that it became everything we needed.

I hit my strings, you raise your voice ringing around my mind to a new melody.
Don't you forget,
Life springs from the ground.
I took every word you spoke, wrote in on my skin dyed ink in blood.

Let's sing a new song
Fit the words to our hearts and breathe beauty into the world.
Let us dance together.
Stomping feet to the ground and waking the dead bones to rise.
Let's take a train round the world seeing the nuance of life.
New grass, new leaves, new waters and a new beginning.

That love I carried, exists and claims no exit.
I have this box of splendorous dreams
Of tender schemes so filthy-pure

...dreams of dreaming
...dreams of living
...dreams of shining
...dreams of screaming
...dreams of giving
...dreams of dying

From it I am taking dreams
And forging broken, shattered schemes

These dreams, they see
And flee through me
And I see me and you see thee,
And dreams are me as dreams are we
Through me, and thee, they dream
And with their bodies see me scream
And all 'round me,
These dreams do shatter stitch-ed seams.

These dreams of love and dreams of skies and dreams of loving, living lies,
These dreams are yours and his and theirs and hers and its and ours and mine

What marv'lous creatures are these dreams who here upon my visage gaze!
What wondrous features have they in the light and dark of nights and days!

They touch and play and kiss and dance and love and sing and fly and dream!
They break and cut and bite and jump and hate and growl and swim and scream!

The fire slips betwixt their lips, and by their ears, between their thighs
The water dances on their hips and 'cross their fears and in their eyes

They glide and gleam across my hand and through my ebbing, whirling mind
They drift and fly across the sands, the grains that hold together time

They twist and turn so gracefully upon their silken, goss'mer strings
And on their tight-rope act of daze they sing and
Glide and
Ride and
Glow and
Show and
Die and
Fly and
Mate and
Hate and be...and...and...

See,
I've got a lovely box of dreams
Sitting here,
So filthy-pure...
All I want is to be naked
I wish to be vulnerable
I'm encased in a web of emotive calamity
Trapped in cold stone and empty waves
Locked in materialism,
Social apathy suffocates me
I need air...
From the womb of modernity,
Claustrophobia is born
I gasp
I need to feel free...
I need to be held...
I need to be exposed...

This musty cell of modern depravity,
Vanity,
Pride,
Self-seeking,
Commercialism,
Disregard,­
Apathy,
Greed,
Hate...
It chokes me with the foul stench of death
The scent that tells me darkness falls

I can see no virtue in this prison
A veil is pulled upon me,
And I'm engulfed in merciless dissociation
I need to drink crisp waters
From the fountain of harmony
I need to be caressed
In the warm ***** of compassion
I need to soar
On the vigorous gales of freedom
I need to be...naked
Strip me of possession,
Unravel my desires,
Hold me in your arms,
And let us be naked together!
Cast off allure of material treasure,
Come embrace your human pleasure!

Somewhere outside this dark room
Over the stone walls that encompass us,
There is a light that sings to me
I can break the walls and burn the bridge,
Cast aside the past of ego
And lead us to a world of dreams
Would you follow me?
Would you break the shackles of your possession?
Cast aside the love of things,
Replace it with the things of love?
Have we drifted so far apart as a people
That we have no room to breathe?
I think not.

This prison of emotive distress,
This cage of idiosyncratic routine,
This lockdown hysteria of need,
It's merely a base from which to start
The distance between us all
Only leaves room for us to grow
I can see the walls break down,
The old facades are wearing thin,
And I'm peeling away the trappings
Of things I thought I knew
But knew I never truly wanted
With them, walls will break
With them falls the cage
And through the coming of the things I see so clear
Like love and peace and harmony
Nakedness and connectivity
(No need for greed,
No need for possession)
I can see the walls tear down
And with their fall I know it's coming:

The day where all are free to fly.
Can you tell me where the light
will take you?
tunnel vision blocks the roads I've known
Careless wreckage stems in
all directions
breaking points exhume from seeds I've sewn

butterflies were born in
dreams that danced inside your eyes
your promises were flights of fancy
words that left me...
....paralyzed

If I knew how many nights would hold me
memories would all be cast from grace
Timeless wonder left from all
misfortune
wouldn't stoke the flame of love replaced

ecstasy was found in
fires forged inside our eyes
our promises were fevered frenzy
a wish that left us...
...hypnotized

But energy is flowing in me, harder,
I know the sun still sets in paradise
Dreams that haunt the dead will break the martyr
And regret will only leave me paralyzed.
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