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Max Alvarez Jul 2015
As we reach the peak of summer
And the index swelters
Our skin wet
Dripping in sweat
We curse the sun
And pray for the night
We long for the days
Overcast and grey
When the trees pallor
And their leaves scatter
The satisfying
Crunch
Crunch
Crunch
And walks through the park
Sidewalks mimic the sunset light
Suddenly our lives are painted
Orange, yellow, red
I'll mutter
"I'd like to see autumn in New York some day
Evening coffee with you in a café"
Pedestrians strolling by
New jackets in polyester, cotton, and wool
Darker denim and
Show off the boots
In the summer months
In the southern states we long for
We pray for
We wait for
A breezy chill
And time to ****
With the ones we love
As night falls
And the stars rise
The air is stained with smoke
Fires are stoked
The fireplace tokes
Take my July
Give me October
Summer is plain
Autumn is for lovers
Max Alvarez Jul 2015
I like to think myself akin to the fevered nightingale, fallen from tree, in every way the same, from broken wing to broken beak. As I lay dying, I bellow out a sullen shrill, let the darkness carry as it will. Does the night know that it is my only light?
Max Alvarez Jul 2015
In

I don't see you enough
I don't feel you enough
I don't hear you enough


Out

I crave your face
I crave your hand
I crave your voice
Max Alvarez Jul 2015
Von
I almost texted you good morning
I forgot
We aren't talking
You had become my second nature
Max Alvarez Jun 2015
These days there's a recurring theme
It's 4 am
I'm lacking sleep
And losing dreams
Max Alvarez Jun 2015
You have me
Wishing and waiting
Hoping and praying
Sitting and staying
Close enough to feel
Your hand in mine
Your lips to mine
Your breath and mine
Every song
Is about you
What I think about you
Lyrics line up perfectly with my thoughts
And every morning
And every night
It's you
And love songs
Anticipating
With the birds and the bees
And the flowers and trees
Waiting for the moment
When you are mine
For you have me
Max Alvarez Jun 2015
And as I lied on that couch in my cousin's house I couldn't help but begin to weep. I wept for my father, who, for the past few years has been in and out of jail. I wept for him and I wept with him. The only man I've ever truly loved was locked in a place void of it. And I can't sleep because it's all I think; how the kindest man, with the biggest heart, is now the smallest man with the biggest guard. Happy father's day.
Cherish the moments you have with those you love dearly
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