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Michael Acosta May 2010
Sometimes I wish
I could unlearn
what it means to be me
to wake up and find
a stranger in my skin
someone who was
better able to hide
what they think and feel
not spout out emotion
it's depth like the ocean
instead able to deal out
the cruelty that is given
to return it gladly
but I am who I am
and I'll take what you give
while the waters grow cold
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
Michael Acosta May 2010
I am but a man
a one flawed at that
jealousy rears its head
roaring through me
crashing its way through
reason and rationale
a cacophony of sound
the phantom pounding
of insubstantial waters
like all storms this too
shall pass and calm
will come again
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
Michael Acosta May 2010
Love
is heat

rushing through
my veins
like fire

roaring
raging
radiant
resplendent

unrelenting
understood
­
reborn

by
love.
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
Michael Acosta May 2010
joy
her beauty shines
from behind tortured eyes
secret torments that she hides
despite the way she often feels
with a joyful spirit she is filled
she throws her joy out to the world
it floats about like dandelion seeds
her joy finds fertile ground
and from her joy new joy is found
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
Michael Acosta May 2010
Thunder crashes and shakes the sky,
Torrents of rain hide the world.
Lightning flashes and blinds the eye.

Thunder crashes and shakes the sky,
I feel at peace and wonder why.
Sudden release, relief unfurled.

Thunder crashes and shakes the sky,
Torrents of rain hide the world.
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
Michael Acosta May 2010
I had a dream
it was you
we talked about a game
lines of text

The dream so real
elated by contact, digital
ephemeral emotion
painful self deception

I wake
eyes open
a moment of confusion
left longing for
my digital delusion
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
Michael Acosta May 2010
As I sit here waiting
Inside my head debating
My self worth
Or lack there of

Questioning and hating
The reasons I am patient
Turmoil and self doubt
I am good enough
or am I

These thoughts I have
Racing, chasing through
Wanting, needing
Seeking the truth
Is it love that I feel
or just a self delusion

Dreaming and creating
Words of truth and of lies
losing sight of what is real
what I've felt or what I feel

Restless sleep and lucid dreams
screaming things I'll never say
self imposed silence
it's better this way
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
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