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my daughter and her friend
scream and laugh
watching a scary movie.

i listen to them.

a moment of heaven
reverberating
through the universe
of our brief lives.

a moment when the struggle of life is forgotten.
**** I'm wasting my time
No one held you up as high as me
I love you like a honey bee
More rare by the second
Taking your breath in
Turning it into something magical
You talked of the moon
Like it held significance in each day
Or was that me?
You talked of people and what they mean
Or was that a lie?
You loved Steve like a brother
And me like an ant
I ruled your every move
But you were in control
So how did it go again?
Sit there.
Be quiet I'm trying to watch this.
Move out of the way.
But still I love you
And still I carry you
Still I plead with you
I never forget you
 Jul 2017 Paul Jones
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 Jul 2017 Paul Jones
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One of these days,
as I hardly wait for the stormy breeze
I want to look up without
it being a chore

Waking up as the sun says hello
waving down on me,
tenderly lifting the nightmares
allowing me to soar

Among second thought,
wondering just what teases
and fumes me at the worst,
I escape from what I abhor

For the record it's as if
I couldn't resist
what kept eating me away
until I knew how to say "no more"

Taking the first step,
mementos flash amidst -
the ignition throws
this eternal vicinity I have yet to explore
July 25th 2017
Excited to see how the next few years will be like in a new city.
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