Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
It came again.
Breaching any boundaries
I was able to build since
the last time.

It shook me down.
Reminding of rampageous
Ways I had thought
I abandoned.

I lost control.
Misplacing my mind
with no idea where
to find it.
There is no rain to chase.
What is lost is lost.

There is no time to be retained.
What is lost is lost.

There is no gaining back what's gone.
What is lost is lost.

I only keep the memories
that have been embossed.


My body's stitched together with this chaos.
This poem inspired by the words of Honest Musings:
"When we hold people close, we also carry their past and everyone they have loved. Their stitches are ours, and every time they open: we sew them up. Every time their memories bleed, we soak the blood with our being.
Like forgotten toys, people stay in the rusty corners of our mind until one day something reminds us of them again. With a terrifying quietness, a sense of nostalgia pierces through everything we have ever been. I wish more of us knew how to be good at forgetting."
Your lips
Are bliss
Upon which
I land so
Gracefully
With every kiss. <3

As the moon loves the stars, and
as the sun loves the sky, and
as the shorelines love the ocean,
I Love You.
These weaving streets
pounding with
lovers' heart beats.

I know these things
tear you apart inside.

The way that we light fire to hearts,
And we burn them for the light.

These streets, they're pounding.
Drops of salty rain dampen the flame.
Fight the fire.
Burn up more of our desires.

Until desire runs out.
Until the fire dies out.

These wastelands, they're drowning.
What is left in wreckage is more than before.
Darker ashes.
Vaster endings.
And a heart-felt war.

As I sift the remnants of my love from this dust,
I whisper to the sky:
"Your almond eyes tell beautiful lies."
and I bury my heart goodbye.
I love you and all of your broken hearts.
I love all your post-apocalyptic thoughts.
I love every cigarette **** in your ashtray,
that stands for every self-reflecting moment you've had.
I adore the scattered truth of your bedroom.
And I love that your emotions haunt you so elegantly.
Break the thinking that imperfect is a thing.
And exit this dream.
**You were born to breathe in every bit of this chaos.
How could I forget,
for even a breath?

Slowly it slips
away into spaces
hidden in me
and I forget that it is there.

Watching over me.
Waiting on me.
To take it back into my lungs.
Into my eyes.
Into my touch.

Waiting for me
to expel it in every way
that I experience my daze.

This Universal Love...

My soul, it bathes in this
and yet,
my feet will step,
my body will move,
and my mind forgets.

π˜‰π˜Άπ˜΅ 𝘩𝘰𝘸 π˜₯𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘐 π˜₯𝘰𝘯'𝘡 𝘸𝘒𝘯𝘡 𝘡𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘡...

I want to remember
all of those moments
when love was what carried me
over mountainous hurts;
through wastelands of self-hate -
self destructive tendencies
were buried by this
ever-knowing love.

And that is what brought me
this far.
That is why I've conquered
my war.
π—Ÿπ—Όπ˜ƒπ—² is why I know in
my heart.
That everything is beautiful,
𝘒𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘒𝘳𝘡𝘴.

Universal Love
𝘐𝘚 existence.
And all parts
of my resistance
were so I could learn
of Love's persistence.

So,

May we never disregard the beauty,
simply because
our minds feels threatened.

May we see past the veils
that keep us guessing.

And may we remember:
We can find perfection
only in the definitive acceptance
of all that is,

𝙖𝙨 π™žπ™© π™žπ™¨.

β–ͺ︎ micalight β–ͺ︎
Ocean tides bring breeze in to air.
The life of us is always fair.
Air pacing all around us, for us.
Inhale nature at its finest.
That's the purpose.
So live it.

Don't question why once more.
Swim your way to the shore.
Rest your head for it is sore.
And lay it on the earth -
This is your re-birth.
Drink from the well of yourself and begin again. - Charles Bukowski
Next page