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Melanie Kate Feb 2016
I can't march my ***** boots
To your hanging tree.
The ground opens up
Exploding all over me.
In the blackened soil
I find your decaying bones
Buried beneath the pieces of your hurt.

I can't tear my liquid eyes
From your screaming face.
It's the way I looked
When they walked in to say
That your hands are cold
And the breath dead upon your lips.
My life stopped  with this deadly agony.

I can't forget your laugh
How it wrapped around my soul.
The way our arms
Opened up our hearts
In the quiet, whispered hours
Talking of our dreams.
And all the places we had yet to see.

I can't rewind to before your hopeless state
Or the day you returned
With all your strength cut from your face.
You turned from me
Like I was diseased.
And told of my stupidity:
Loving you is a waste
Because you were the tainted enemy.

I can't forget the pain in your eyes
The world so lost.
All our dreams slowly died.
You walked across the lawn
As I melted down and cried.
Then hung yourself
In a tall tree where you could touch the sky.

I can't return to your hanging tree.
The ground out there
Is waiting to **** me.
But you said "Be great,
Be everything you dream. "
So here I am
Living dreams my heart knows are real.
(C.)MKD2016
Melanie Kate Feb 2016
I miss you
But I know
You feel little
About the years
We shared together.
Even my friendship
Seems incapable
Of moving you.

Maybe you're empty
A lonely soul,
Whose heart stills
For no person.
So there are
No vibrations either
That shake you
Into missing someone.

It hurts me
To misunderstand you
And your soul.
Did I fail
In all these years
To move you
To challenge you
To awaken love
As you did
Deep in my being.

It's like the cold
Creeping in
When you have no where to go for warmth.
So I comfort the ice, freezing my heart.
And I hope it'll stop the beating
That seems only to hurt me more
Now that you've left me:
With only this silence
And these breathless-missing-you-tears.
MKD (c) 2016
Melanie Kate Feb 2016
Sometimes we can stroke the scars
that are left across our hearts;
And we can smile
at the memory of something
that once broke us;
Because now we're standing tall.

There is a choice in our darkness,
to rip our hearts out
so we never have to face what we feel.
Or we can allow our misery
to swallow us with waves of emotion.
Either choice cripples us.

But there is a choice
to seek beauty
no matter how small;
And to celebrate it every day
with love, with passion, with hope.
The choice to be courageous,
In a fragile moment of our existence.
A decision to survive
what appears to be killing us.
MKD (c) 2016
Melanie Kate Feb 2016
I lie awake
Because now the world is still
And my heart can think.
My mind can breathe.
In this moment I am free.

As my dreaming eyes close,
I see visions of you.
I hear words and a voice.
My heart stretches,
And I can reach you.

I pull you into me,
Into my darkness here,
To whisper to you
About all my dreams,
And the places I want to be.

As I lie here quietly
I know, wherever I go,
It is in these dreaming hours
That I feel you.
And my heart holds you.
My heart holds you.
And you are with me.
MKD (c) 2016
Melanie Kate Feb 2016
There is a place where I grew
Into a girl with an unsteady heart.
It is green and small and unsafe.
There are trees and a wide blue ocean,
And the sky is expansive beyond comprehension.
Here I saw the night sky dancing,
From a rooftop height,
As though in the palm of my hand.
With fingers splayed like moon beams,
I reached up to pick my dreams.

And that girl grew into a woman
With a passion and fiery for the truth.
But sorrow and deceit ate my soul,
So I learnt to persist and nurture trust:
Intuition became the only companion in the darkness.

So the woman in me grew into a tree.
With roots in African soils
And boughs in expansive skies.
The leaves took flight and my heart followed
Around the world to find perspective,
To live difficult dreams
In an unsteady world,
Where home is a lonelier place sometimes.
But the sun shines and the tree is tall,
From the love given and received.

The tree is strong,
With roots that burrow deep,
A wizened old soul and
A drumming heart full and resilient,
Seeking a place to call its own.
MKD (c) 2016
Melanie Kate Feb 2016
I'm standing on top  of the world,
staring down at the millions of lives,
Wondering....
Where do you play out your life?
Do you feel the universe move beneath you?
And if at night, do you reach out for me,
looking at the stars and dreaming
of the love and limitless possibilities
that could pass between us in this world.
Like breathing lungs.
Like beating hearts.
Like whispering lips,
sharing untold secrets.
MKD. (c) 2016
Melanie Kate Jan 2016
Assume nothing.
Trust timing.
Remain open.
Build bridges.
Hurt no one.
Respect.
Smile.
Say Yes.
Expect Nothing.
MKD (c). 2016
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