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Mark Tilford Mar 2019
hope
so hard
knowing it

i lost
my smile
it has been a long while
so hard
knowing it

i lost
love
it cost
so hard
knowing it

i lost
memories
(traces)
so hard
knowing it

i lost
time
i cannot  hear the clock chime
so hard
knowing it

i lost
my many faces
seeing the changes in places
so hard
knowing it

i lost
my blood
tears flood
so hard
knowing it

i lost
my thoughts
always untying the knots
so hard
knowing it

i lost
being aware
how could have i been prepared
so hard
knowing it

i lost
feeling your embraces
sharing spaces
so hard
knowing it

i lost
you
so hard
knowing it

yes
i
lost
Mark Tilford Feb 2019
at the start
childhood sweethearts
never were we apart
saving ourselves
playing it smart

now all grown up
saying our vows

it was great
at the start
now nothing but fights
cannot stand the other in our sight
doing things out of spite
sleeping apart at night
in public acting like everything was alright
while thinking of our legal rights

it was great
at the start
we both said
i was yours
you were mine
it was not just a line
now so many signs
we are not fine
through all this time
how could have we been so blind

it was great
at the start
now alone
how could have we known

it was great
at the start
Mark Tilford Feb 2019
Letting go of all my things

Living
In the moment
Seeing what life brings
Living
Where you can actually hear
the birds sing
Walking in my bare feet
Not on concrete
Living
Where there is dirt streets
Where you can see the sky and earth meet
Feeling the suns heat
Living
In my one room suite
Where the animals are the elite
Raising what I eat
Using a log as my seat
Living
Where I do not have to impress
Where everyday is not a repeat
Where I do not have to compete
Evereyday feeling content and complete
Living
Where very few as walked through
Where there is trust in you
Living
Where not many have stood
Miles and miles of woods
Where living is pure and good
Living
Making things from my  hands
Knowing it will stand
Where everyday is not planned
Living
Where you can take a clean breath
Where
You can take a rest
Nights flies, and old story lies.
In the End, It will all fit together.

I may not be able to post as much this week due to some problems my friend is having.
Mark Tilford Feb 2019
waking
thinking of how
i breathe in
i sigh

how will it end
how does sunlight bend
how does the heart break
then mend

i suppose
i cannot dose
how do doors open
then close
how do we love
then feel pain to our bones
how do we only hear certain tones

waking
thinking why
i breathe in
i sigh

why the lies
why blue eyes
why do we die
to make us feel alive

waking
i take a breath in
i sigh

i have aged
a new age
a new page

i am breathing in
i sigh

another july
am i the same guy
i cannot identify
can i rectify
did i satisfy
can i justify

i am sleeping now
how
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