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From where my body understands
that youth has told me goodbye.
A few steps more......
and I am starting to think
my life still contains
little pieces of a beginning
that will never die.

Betrayal, fills in the blanks
when I try to hold back
from singing the melody.....
of my heart.
When I'm looking for that someone
who is able to run
through my forest
written in.........
as my other part.

In all this waiting for love,
my youth.......has become
a memory.....
protected..........by no sword or shield.
I cannot find favor on any day
that I spend counting leaves on trees....
that stand........
in quietly, fading fields.

I can no longer stand in secret
knowing my youth
lies on its back, pleading.......
to be young, once again.
While I breathe in the footsteps........
of a long lost smile......
weaved around a love
I keep waiting..........
to begin.
Copyright @2012 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
The Sky Has Seen Horrid Sights
And Cried Many Tears
It Has Housed Angels And Demons
And Every Single One Of My Fears
Wolves Run Freely Throughout My Dreams
And Though My Heart Is Breaking At The Seams
I've Learned To Love Them

Waves Crashing On A Ruthless Shore
All I Hear Is The Slamming Of Doors
All The Banging Shakes Me To The Core
A Shattered Soul Lays Broken On The Floor

My Stature Lean And Gradually Stiffening
My Green Eyes Miraculously Glistening
As Demons In The Dark Are Grimacing
And I Can Feel My Blood Thickening

My Hair As Black As The Wolf In My Dreams
Which Comes Running Everytime I Scream
It Heals The Heart I Wear--Broken At The Seams
It's Eyes Yellow With A Beautiful Gleam

The Sky Has Seen Horrid Sights
And Cried Many Tears
It Has Housed Angels And Demons
And Every Single One Of My Fears
Wolves Run Freely Throughout My Dreams
And Though My Heart Is Breaking At The Seams
I've Learned To Love Them
Appearing sane, I lost my mind
at some point...
not due to love
not due to hate
but the pain I have seen
and the beauty I have only dreamed
that I will never touch
so if you care to ask...
the answer is no
driven quite mad
by this insane world
literally trapped within my dreams
I appear to be quite serene
reality stings too harshly
driven mad by sights and sounds
beautiful trees and dreams of dancing with them
lovely music that plays on end
teaching me of harmonious things that hide from me
my passion for love was stolen away
this may have tilted the scales some
for it now I have a vast aversion
trapped within this serenade
not writing a mere poem
this is a confession
that I am in fact mad, I swear
unable to be what is expected
thankfully, I am a **** good actor
or I may see white walls forever
but that is alright
I am still mad, trapped within a dream
so white wall me away friend, white wall me away...
Someone stabbed me from behind,
they found it was my sweetheart,
I was thankful to her, as life was
demanding a price too much of late,

I wanted to believe it's her, and was glad,
I knew how much she loved me, to do this herself,
finding a solution to end the existential pain forever.
But when she came, in tears seeking forgiveness,
and my heart started to bleed, I was confused.

Not the face I saw, the world hides many things,
from me, I've been lovefooled again and again,
I thought her  words  were worth gold, a **** silly fool
She has been  slowly eating my soul, this fits me well!
An old story, forever new!
When first I loved,
I listened to myself.
I heard it from
within my gut
that I should tell:
I loved.  I loved!
Oh, why did I listen
to myself?  Yet
how I loved!

First I loved, then
reasoned with myself,
and this I heard:
I love!  I love!
Oh, why did I not
listen to myself
when I did love?

Oh, why is there
another me
inside myself?
And how she loves!
(c) KEP 2012

unfortunately i think there is no right answer :(
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