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washing  away in the tide  lost in the vastness of the sea
Holding me so I wouldn't cr
To be





You be

was helplessly fl you
But not as an anchor to holdown
What Ineed of was
                             mine.
Pamela Penta Mar 2016
I'm laying here trying to heal
Wishing so bad...you were here
Holding me close
Stroking my hair, holding me near.
I understand why
Things have to be
It doesn't stop the longing
To have you here with me
Just to look into your eyes
And feel your warm embrace
The touch of your skin on mine
The warmth and love in your face
I feel as if I am running out of time
And I don't want that day to come
Without knowing what it's like
To finally be at home
In the arms of someone who loves me
That I can freely love in return
To share the last of my sunsets
Until our lives adjourn.

March 14, 2016
Pamela Penta Mar 2016
Crashing around me
Leaving me bare
The walls that once
Kept me safe here
A hammer or mallet
Have torn it away
Left me exposed
And made me your prey
Ripped and naked
Before you now
My soul is exposed
Fain I’d avow
Raw to the bone
Forgiven by grace
Don’t take my heart
And leave it misplaced
Timid though firm
Supple and drawn
It will love you forever
Until the last dawn.

March 10, 2016
Pamela Penta Mar 2016
Take wing my spirit
Take flight my soul
Leave behind your weakness
Stand and be bold
Risk all else
To gain what you seek
For love and regard
Are not for the meek
Step out and expose
Your courageous ways
Quiet your fears
Embrace every day
Amidst grit and brawn
Toward all that you want
Nothing comes easy
In matters of love
I risk it all to know you now
…….my heart, my soul this I vow.
March 10, 2016
know

I know that there are things that I've been missing
And I
found ywhen my manic times do occur

Its so weird to know that you don't want to try to change me
Into some cookie-cutter version of a person that I should be
I don't feel that you now wonder if I'm worth all the confusion that I spread
As I paint with no regard for the numbers or the colors
In pursuit of the vision that I see going around and around ibeing normal
And I resigned myself to the facts
**** I've let myself wander
Led me to places from where I never came back
The


But I dont undestand is how you ended up in colorado after al




And to feel normal .....
..........For the first time....
                           ......At last!
  Mar 2016 Pamela Penta
katie
they    were      not      
     someone      you  
could        lust    over,  
they    were     fey,      
blood       not    running
   the     usual     way,  
they     made     me      
   dream    of    streams  
touched    by  moon
beams,    ice     cold    
  fields  at       dawn,      
every     season    I      
have    ever      known
breathing      within
    their     bones;    
dark      woods      were  
organs   once     stood;    
    each      touch    a    
   crunch      underfoot      
revealing   another        
layer  so       deep,      you    
doubt   you     will 
   ever      reach     the    
heart       of      its    beat.
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