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Kurt LaVacque Oct 2014
Good morning love
May the sleep that we share
Fill a field of a thousand flowers
Sunflower sunsets painted as we take and digest
The beauty that is within everything
Even the destuctive and disheveled
Because darling
Broken hearts cannot halt us from achieving our dreams
I mean
I love just you and me
Kurt LaVacque Oct 2014
For you my love
I will break bones just to see
Climb Stones just to be
To listen to your voice is like a wave on the seas
Undulating with emotion
Translating with the ocean
You flow with me as I do with you
Now that I have you
Dreams are a thing that can be true
Kurt LaVacque Sep 2014
be.
i wonder which road taken is the road that should be taken
that should be treed by me and my friends
for years we wait till forever
to wash our hands into the river of misfortune
unfortunately for me and you
we are all the same
for lack of a better word
we are all human
why don't we start acting like it
intelligence isn't just a state of mind
you have it just like me
and that homeless guy living on the street
don't let your fear hinder what road you treed
choose by what gets you blood pumping
boiling
running through your veins
as if flowing is the only thing left to do
to be free and wild
to be a spirit
an energy
a warm light
be all of those things
while following your dream
trust me
it's worth it
and if it's not for you
then don't let your misfortune be another persons torture
Kurt LaVacque Sep 2014
Shed from the earth,
Searching for a greater dividing factor of 
Soliloquies between diligent rapture
Understood, expectations, relinquish, your citations
Benevolent destruction, and omniscient revelations 
Calamity, onto infamy, delegated, by a single floating leaf
Entropy without linear symmetry, involves, nothing but bigotry 
For go selective, simplicity, underestimating the unknown, killing spree
Damnation, to call upon humanity, sad to say, to end is such a way
Kurt LaVacque Sep 2014
I love you more and more
As you pour and pour 
With tiny tap shoes I like to listen
I hope for you when you are gone
I miss you when I am lonely
I can’t go on without your voice while its storming
There is something about the way you talk to me like I matter
Not just to flatter me
Say you love me when I say it first
I wish you would never leave
If forever were as real as the love that we share
September will not be as long and I would no longer care
I hear you have to go even though it has only been a few
Just don't waste time returning to me soon
Kurt LaVacque Sep 2014
I held too firm to the ones that loved just a piece of me, 
Never all of me. 
At least not all at once

Linking my feelings to the ones that aren’t so dear to me, 
Just for the chance to feel something real and breathe
Just once.

I never understood why sitting alone felt so lonely
In a crowd of people that seemed to know me
I Just listen

6 month, 7  days, 2 hours, and 8 minutes
I have dinner ready, 
As I sit at this table for one, lunging at my food, as if it were almost gone
Its getting worse

Seeing faces is more difficult than ever, 
Just severed lines between now and forever
Its colder than I remember

Twice a week, Id speak, 
Clear my throat, 
Take a pill, 
Fall asleep
And Dream for weeks

In my bedroom, 
I held too firm 
The rope tied to the ledge next to my bed 
Seconds later before my death
I feel warm again
Kurt LaVacque Sep 2014
Pre disposed dispositions
Lying scared beneath revisions
Frantic follows death and sorrow
Living free is a dream we borrow
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