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Patrick Aug 2017
Feelings wax and feelings wane
as the tides or the rain.
Emotions come and then they go
as the winters freezing snow.
They blow on with blustery power
but even a gale feeds the flower.
Beauty can be born
after life has been torn.
I have felt like this, sometimes. when days are good. i feel that the storm will end and i will see my way out. then i look back and see from where i've come, and think, "maybe i'm just in the eye."
Patrick Jul 2014
you ask a question,
such a simple task.
But what should I say,
and how should I say it?

I think about it for a second,
for a minute,
for an hour,
then what about what you said,
What was it again?

you tell me something,
such a simple idea.
what do I think,
and how do I feel?

I tell you in a sentence,
in a paragraph,
in a speech.
but what were we talking about,
what was I saying?

You yell into my ear,
such a regular ordeal.
why can't I speak,
and why can't I think?

I look at you for a day,
for a month,
for a year.

But how can I answer,
when it's the same question,
and I still don't know what to think,
what I say,
or how to change?
Patrick Jul 2014
The children sit there crying
as the people all lay dying,

but all I can do,
is sit and stare at you.

At least you are still,
maybe after a test of will,
my heartache will bring you back.

Children bury those who turn old,
it is life though it is cold.

I must live without you,
you may be many and we few,
parents who bury children.
Patrick Jul 2014
Daughter dear,
I will not say I shed a tear.
Daughter dear,
why must we linger here?

Daughter dear,
I will not say I still hear you.
Daughter dear,
why can it not be true?

Daughter dear,
you have gone so far away.
Daughter dear,
how long must we stay?

Here without you.
Patrick Jan 2014
It’s hard to know who I am
It’s hard to see who I am
When I can’t be
What I can’t see
And I can’t see me
And then I try to flee
But I can’t cut the cord
So I can’t run from the gun
That holds me back
Pulls me back
And I never thought in a million years this would be me
Sitting and hoping and yearning and coping
And hating the world
And hating me.

I wish I could see.
Patrick Nov 2013
when may we run, friend?
when may we fly?

for you have seen the light, love.
and so have I.

you know for whom I write,
you see her every day.

you know for whom I fight,
just look in your mirror and say,
"i'm loved, i'm free."
Patrick Nov 2013
one for the money
two for the show
three to get ready
four still to go
five for the memory
six for the pain
seven for the hate
eight to stop the rain
nine for the sleep
ten for the taste
eleven for the fear
twelve because it's in my hand
thirteen for the neighbors
fourteen for that feeling
fifteen because
sixteen for

seventeen


eighteen.

maybe tomorrow will be more.
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