While it rains
We sit in a window
Looking out waiting for it to stop
Our life goes into a limbo

All this precious time in our lives
We waste on waiting
For something or someone
To happen

We wait for the light turn green
For our laundry to be done
We wait for the oven to preheat
Or for reciprocated love

This limbo we live in while we wait
Gives us nothing but grey hairs
As our precious time slips away

Patience is a virtue
When it comes to the right things worth waiting on
But how much time is wasted in that limbo
On things that aren't worth the wait?

It's a fine line
Deciding when it's appropriate to wait
But it's not worth it when we put our lives on hold
With or without patience
We grow old

In the end
We all have an end
How many of your pages are filled with words and events
Instead of ellipses (...) which is
The limbo we sit in while waiting

© Nathan Pival 2016

If you want my heart
You will have to take my hand
And show me how to love again

The responsibility is both of ours, most definitely
But you should know
This will come with rough edges for me
After being cut so many times
I learned to quit giving people the knife
But I do want to love again

I just need to know that it will be okay
And that you won't take advantage
Of my opened heart
Of my desire to please
That you will really love me for me

Nothing should ever be rushed
But no one is getting younger

Asking you to hold my hand and be gentle
Isn't too much, is it?
But I will be as kind to you
It can be a journey together
You and I

I won't forget
The world is unfair, equally

Her state of being had reached into the depths
Back and forth between happiness and sadness
She had arrived at a state of melancholy

On the edge of her smiles
Always lingered a twist of melancholy
She was nervous about going all in
Because that was too much to lose

Her perpetual sadness gave her a beauty
Not to be appreciated by most
Yet the look she portrayed gave her a pureness
Unlike no other

Not deeply sad, but down
And any happiness was always shortly lived
Too much loss
Too many goodbyes
She was built upon broken things

Her melancholy smile and disposition
Was something only the real sweethearts and lovers could love
Because getting a smile from her was like gold

Hers was the attention worth fighting for

There was one
And that was all one ever knew
One got through this life on his own

One was alone until he met her
She had been one before as well
Together, they became two

Things changed from being about me
And everything became about us
Together, no longer alone
One and one became two

Two were together for a long time
And they did everything with each other
After a while, they created another one
And two plus one became three

These three became a unit, a family
The bigger two looked out for the smaller one
And that is how they got along

After some time
Life crept in and began to divide the three apart
Try as they might
Fight as they fight
They couldn't stay as three any longer

As everything fell apart
Three became two
And then two became one
Everyone was alone again
Just like the beginning, *the start

My body is not yours to bruise with your ***** viscous words and hands that carry layers and layers of my dried up blood,
You have no right to touch my sanctuary of a body the way that you do nor do you have any right to penetrate my mind with your poisonous venom that drips from your lips like a torrential rain,
You do not have a say in what I choose to cloth my body of which I perceive with disgust no less, no more,
I shall dress my inane skin in beautiful markings not to appear different to society as you say but to be the alluring being I wish to be,
I wish for a freedom you do not provide me with,
I wish for a day where you do not persecute me for my dark desolate wandering soul for I cannot control who I am meant to be although I have tried to change my self perception for your cold, conceited statue,
Oh you do what you do so well saying what you say so drolly,
I do comprehend my pitiful soul as pitiful of course but with your pesky whispering leaving me whimpering in the dirt and space of empty nothingness,
Oh how I am such an immaculate nothingness,
A swing here, a blow there,
There goes my dented shuffle, my cardinal dropping to the stiff brute ground,
I suppose my fear is amusing to say the least,
You drink it all up as it seeps out of me as if it were my dark red blood,
Oh how you must love its bitter taste for you beg for it every destructing moment you desire with an insatiable fire,
My need for peace is oh so dire, so dire,
I soak in the fear that my death is imminent,
That it is near,
Perhaps waiting just around the corner of the road,
Waiting oh so patiently to pounce out at me,
With such delightful grinning glee,
Maybe I shall meet death in an hour, perhaps our rendezvous will take place on Monday, perhaps it shall be when I am old and creased all over,
Whenever it is I know you shall not feel an inkling of compassion or penance and I think one day I will be alright with that.
An anonymous girl ©

What does it take
For a man to bury his dreams
Behind the garage with his gone pets?

Was it responsibility and maturity
To know that the dreams of a child
Weren't obtainable for a man anymore?

Was it because too many people
Said it couldn't be done
The doubt that seeded in
Just added up to lost time
And now there just wasn't enough time?

What does it take
For a man to finally bury his dreams?
Shovel in hand, a cigarette rests in his lips
As he says goodbye
To the dreams he had as a child

Every now and then
It can feel good to be alive
To be happy to be yourself
To feel thankful
To be the one that walks in your shoes

These days only come every now and then
So we have to make the most of them
They give us strength for when the days aren't so kind
When the tears well up in our eyes
And everything has us feeling overwhelmed
Maybe not that loved or appreciated
Or just downright defeated

It's the memories of those days
That only come every now and then
Where it feels special to be alive
To keep us in our place
To keep our feet on the ground

To just know that it's not so bad
Every now and then