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I've always wanted to be naked in front of you
Not naked in a way you would think
Without the clothes and jeans
But naked
Without all the secrets and walls
To let you in to my soul
For you to see my chaotic thoughts
To take a glimpse at my deepest fears
To marvel at my arduous dreams
To laugh at my embarrassing moments
To cry at my forlorn stories

After this, know that
This is the most intimate moment
I can share with you
For I have never let anyone
See me this naked
She's the ink that forces my pen to bleed words
I love your silence

say something silly but said without vibration

put to sleep in evening and never missed the moments of thought

brought myself back to myself, never wrong, take the rug from underneath my feet

and I keep spinning, my little girl, and take care of each other

in that classic way, oh man it feels good

like a worm in the sheets, feeling away around the brisk, yes

deep in non-thought, nonsense, everlasting laughter

your silence
I'd like to think
That the stars from above guided me to you
A sailor lost in a stormy sea
Into a sanctuary where a maiden lives
Reigniting a dead fire that
turned a heart made of stone
Into vats of molten rock.

And whenever I rest my gaze
Upon those mysterious eyes
A pang of pain strikes my chest
As if the universe is reminding me
That you're a lover I have long lost
In another life, another realm, another world

But the currents of life held us in liaison
And we swim in this vast sea
Knowing that one day
The currents will wash us away
On the same shore where it all began
 Apr 2015 Peter Simon
Pax
I love the idea of someone will be there for me
Yet in reality, I doubt it to be.
Truth that I knew so well
That I am hard to love seems no one can tell.
...sometimes this is what i know...
 Apr 2015 Peter Simon
Pax
Unlucky
 Apr 2015 Peter Simon
Pax
Lucky are those who have found love
and been loved.

Lucky are those who bear the gift of face.
   Easy is for them to find an easy case
            for their own taste
     - a goal for their own base.

Lucky are those who has an outstanding confidence.
For by it, they don’t live with a doubtful fence.
Freely as they get any wants in their existence.

I give away smiles, pieces of my lies,
        pretending not having rainy skies.
Hiding my Breathless sighs.

Sometimes I am like a rock
   too dull to feel, a surface too rough.
A sense I lost, an unreachable core,
I don’t know how to love anymore.



*© 2014 Pax
to simply say: "I am just unlucky in terms of love"


First of all I want to give my special thanks to all my friends who supports me not in my writing but the me who is inside in every piece I penned. To all of you, it let me believed that I should not give up on love, with that it is enough for me to stay positive… hopeful for someday someone will come and bring spring to my 'cold landscape', bring light to my 'unglowing star' and a home that I could finally call my own to stop being the 'passerby'...

....
 Apr 2015 Peter Simon
Someone
Dumb.
 Apr 2015 Peter Simon
Someone
I am grey.
And you are blue.

She is red.
And she has you.

You two make purple.
The color for witty.

You and me make a mix
That's not as pretty.

She plays with your heart
And drags you along.

I would never
Want to do you any harm.

Was my color to confusing for you?
I guess grey doesn't really go with blue.

I am between black and white.
It's hard to know what's wrong or right.
Did I give you a fright?

You are blue.
You are bold and new.

I wanted you
But you ran away
To a red maiden
Who you thought was gay.

Now you're leaving.
And red is already moving on.

I'll miss you.
Will you miss me when you're gone?
 Apr 2015 Peter Simon
Someone
...
 Apr 2015 Peter Simon
Someone
...
Give me something.

Give me a laugh.
Give me a cry.
Give me a sweet sigh.

Give me anger.
Give me love.
Give me that slight little shove.

Give me emotion.
Give me fun.
Give me something that makes me hum.

Give me life.
Give me inspiration.
Give me a hopeful temptation.

Give me a choice.
Give me a fight.
Give me something on this cold windy night.

*Anything would be better than this emotionless fog you always leave me with.
 Apr 2015 Peter Simon
Alex Cross
Today's sun was never bothered by any clouds
Counting the planes easily
My eyes can't accept anymore the gleam
The road change it's hue,
It seems to be white
The warmth I need is too much
I'm alone
Sitting beside a hill
Waiting under a finite shadow of a tree
Viewing the mermaid lion blows
Just burning the patience within
Let me evaporate along
Condensate me pure
So that  tears can hide between sweat
Let the memories be recover
One year on the same summer
Still here
Just like before
Waiting
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