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 Jul 2014 Mike Fashé
k o s m i k
maybe that's what you need to do in life --
you have to look
a little deeper,
a little closer,
a little longer.
nothing is a total beauty, i know.
but there will always be
something beautiful,
something radiant.
it's the discreet things
that make things a little more thrilling.
if we keep quiet every once in a while,
nature will intensify for us.
the world isn't cruel;
we just don't see
the delicate parts of it anymore.

the world is kind.
life is kind.

it's just us who are not.
We were bound and dragged,
gagged, unable to speak
weak from starvation,
treated worse than the dogs
on the enforced reservation
but we were once greater than this
we were
The Indian nation
the indigenous population
we were
America.
I'll write you a poem
when you break my heart into pieces.

I'll write you a poem
when you leave and ruin me.

I'll write you a poem
I want my heart good and broken.

Use me like a rag doll

and I'll write beautiful
and bittersweet
words.
A dying forest needs a forest fire
The flames smoldering hot
Slowly decomposing the weeds
As well as the living inhabitants

Nothing is forever
Once the flames have gone
From the ashes and remains
Arises new life and abundance

It is then that the lonely forest
can flourish in rebirth and
become stronger than before.

A lonely human needs suffering
The pain smoldering hot
Slowly tearing at your heart
Decomposing the ego

But nothing is forever
Once the dispair has gone
From your soul
Arises knowledge and strength

It is then that the lonely human
Is free in rebirth and
Becomes stronger than before.
We cannot control nature and the cycles of life, we must feel all emotions and embrace them. Let yourself fall but remember to pick yourself back up. Do not expect anyone else to do this for you. Strength comes from within.
her heart,
disfigured and cold
with a burning hole
dead center.

empty and dark,
was her fragile heart
no hope, no fix
dead forever.
I am the pen without the ink
The ocean without water
The night without stars
I am void
Empty, lonely,
A black hole
Of turmoil and hate
I've always had love to blame
But with this emptiness
That sits in my chest
I've learnt that I really dont like you
But I'll forgive you
Because I love you
I love you.
inspiration for this came from many songs by the amazing band, Hotel Books, so if you like this check them out
Oh whoa I'm in Spiritual love
Like a lightning bolt hit me from above
Saw it coming I did swerve
Now I feel it in every nerve
Amazing the power of the mind
Hearts connect emotions intertwine
Crush me..touch me..treat me cruel
A part of me has always belong to you
Take it..hold it..give it back
Touch me..feel me..just like that
Rhythmic pleasure from your treasure
****** desires feel my measure
Mental potion you know my notion
Core is rocked...feel the explosion
Wrapped inside..fit snug like a glove
All becomes one in Spiritual Love..
M.A.N 7-8-14
And then, so I wouldn’t weep with the injustice of it all,
I gave all the tension in my body to my feet.
As they pounded down the dirt track,
the cold mountain air screamed down my throat and set fire to my lungs. For a time it was just me racing the wind,
until the fire within engulfed me
and flame met the earth in a whisper-sweet embrace
Drifting and
Drifting
And further apart the tides will stretch us

Your love was the horizon
A steady boundary-embrace.
I can’t find you anymore

The worst of the damage is
The corrosion caused by jealousy
By loneliness and
Fear

Undermining my stability
Eroding the chains to my anchors
Lessons I should have learnt long before you
Long before
Now.

Because that’s the hardest thing to swallow, isn’t it?
That I knew this would happen because it’s happened before.

Too many times
I’ve watched the people I love drift away, tie themselves to others..
Create a spot in their hearts where I’m nothing but a memory.

And yet I let you come close.
Why
Do I torture myself like this?
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