I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Suffer this ache
Captured in that hollow jar
Above your neck

Fell down
And cracked it open
Maybe it was intentional
Hurts out, irreversible
(Because)
Behind that black seal
I glow immutable

I’m terrified
To be remembered
For all my cracked lines
Forever bright, just to light up the edges

I’m terrified
To be remembered
Forever bright,
‘Cross broken spines and empty spaces

Suffer this ache
Everything will be okay

I found you yet again
Dipping water from a well
In a small village square
Your face covered as was custom
And knowing you instantly
I took your hand
You showed no surprise
Just knew me
As the son you bore
In a tropical clime
On a world so distant
You could remember only
The rustle of crystal wind
Through tall red trees
Under a blue sun
Where you smiled
Knowing this was another life
One more time together
For our souls to learn
Some loves never end
But seek new bodies
In new places
And we always get excited
Rush to each other
Passionate and so surprised
Until we remember why.

His voice sparkled like the rain
On a hot summer day.
Nobody could stop themselves
From being absorbed into conversation
With this interesting,
Young,
Man.

The way he smiled at his little brother
And the small child looked up at him
In awe and wonder
Hoping, one day
He would have the opportunity
To be half as great as him.

That girl.
She saw something in him the others couldn't
He had passion
And love
And joy.
When she met him,
She found a scar just as big as hers.

Neither of them spoke a word
About the knife in their hearts.
But together,
They were healing.
On their way to a better day.

But,
She refused
To let the light fill in the gaps
Between her fingers,
Even though it was flowing out of the hand
She was meant to hold.

Goodbye and I'm sorry
They hurt to say
But hurt more to be heard
The light between her fingers,
Was never seen again.

Sometimes what I write
Is less poetry, more rant,
While sometimes, this girl
Plans beforehand.
Yes, I like to play God sometimes,
And before I actually sit down to create,
I twiddle my thumbs, think a little
And decide my dear poem's fate.
Ah when I know exactly the very last line,
Those poems are the best kind!
I may wander, get lost on the way,
But the finale is crystal in my mind.
So today I wondered if
I already knew-
Just like I know this poem's conclusion,
That the ****** of my life was going to be you,
How easily would I spin my entire life,
All my dreams, my nights and days
Around the beautiful knowledge
That you were just some wait away.

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Though now that I'm pouring
My thoughts into creation,
I realise the end that I'd foreseen
Doesn't really meet my expectations!
I'll have to let the words take over now
Perhaps, like I'd let destiny
Govern us too,
I'll let the end pave its way through,
Just like my life stumbled into you.

Because some poems, and love stories
Aren't made with pre-thought choices.
Some poems, and love stories
Are best served with sweet unknown surprises.

Haunted in my flagrant dreams,
    awake on hallow'd ground
you watch me breath
        as I seek you out
cold spirits taunted past
           spasmodic verses chant
hollow insides afraid to sleep
  your  sanctification renders me
                  uncomfortably conscious
numb within breath's shallow inhale
       undone in the nothingness of rhyme
   fearing truth's brutal reality
     bewailing in grief's heartfelt desire
pull me up to new sight'd heights
   in your wayward plight's surrender
       save me from this cruel humanness

I want to feel the sun on me,
I want to feel the breeze,
I want to feel the freedom,
God I beg you please,

I want to feel sand between my toes,
I want to see palm trees,
I want to lay in the ocean,
God I beg you please,

I want to breathe pure air,
I want to inhale beauty,
I want to find myself,
And see kindness instead of cruelty,

I want to be alone,
I want to relax my soul,
I want to forget my troubles,
And leave the past at home.

God I beg you please,
Give me something new,
Give me a life worth living for,
Set me free.

My mind is occupied by you --
    you're always there, awaiting the dark nighttime to stir.
Flashes of your smile appear behind my eyes when they close.
Visions of your eyes haunt my thoughts.
Memories of your voice, reading your poems aloud...

I can't seem to focus anymore.
All I can ever think about is you.

    You've become quite the distraction.

But hey, who's complaining?