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 Nov 2013 LAS
S Smoothie
All the beauty of creation was held in another,
in you there was held all manner of frustration and dark.
there was a resonance about you though
that invaded my frequency.
I had not the slightest notion of entertaining the idea of us;
Yet, I could not draw myself away.
It seemed your distress beacon
was too loud to ignore.
I read all the signs of danger
and I ignored them.
I raced to the stars to find some meaning
a direction, an insight?
But I found your turmoil too compelling
and I couldn't help but stop and notice
the strength you had been clinging to for so long.
I came to free you.
I wanted to see you fly!
i found such beauty in the fight
that it paled to all others.
And when you're eyes looked deep into mine they found the hidden stars there;
you marvelled at their beauty
and whispered
will you be mine?
I said no, let's just pretend?
so we did.
We played hide and seek amongst the reflections of the stars
laughing and jumping over and under heavenly skies!
we made attempts at love
and stopped just short of taking it.
Till one day you left.
and all the beauty in creation
could not console me.
I searched for you an endless time
under every heavenly body and lost of hope
I turned back suddenly to find you there
all along trailing me,
my protector,
my champion,
my strength
our eyes met, stars collided in our reflections
and love finally happened
right there
at that moment.
 Nov 2013 LAS
S Smoothie
Here I am again,
another storm weathered,
another dream withered,
another fight to the death.

every emotion wrung out,
every hope wrenched,
every desire negated,
another line drawn in the sand.

another forced heart beat,
another relentless cycle complete.
happy to be numb again.

till I thaw.
 Nov 2013 LAS
Free
I'm used to people
Liking my poems,
Commenting,
Messaging me,
I'm used to having a following.
It's a little lonely
When no one knows who you are,
But maybe I'm just selfish.
I admit,
I seek attention.
I forgot what it's like not to have a following.

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