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little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.
Tomorrow never comes
Don't trust tomorrow
Try banking on today
Tomorrow's a relative term
The phrase
"I'll do it tomorrow"
Is a blatant lie
Tomorrow never comes
It's all about today
;
Yesterday was history
Tomorrow is a mystery
But today
Today is a gift
That's why it's called
Present
Infinite thoughts everyday
But very few are spoken
So many things to say
But the mouthpiece
Seems broken
Because
Saying some of those things
Have repercussions
That you might not
Be ready for
That's why we procrastinate
Because the outcome
Seems unsure
Why spoil a good thing
Why take the risk
So we stay silent
And let the world
Go on
As it was
And then when time passes
We look back at that lost time
That wasted opportunity
And think
And then repent
That maybe
Things would have been better
And prettier
Had you just
Been upfront
Yes, things could have
Also
Gone different
Maybe not in your favor
But alas
You'll never know
;
So just remember
That whenever
Such an opportunity
Does turn up
Maybe go for it
And find out
Or
Forever hold your peace
 Aug 2018 Poetroyalee
Ryan Joseph
It's an another day.
I'm still breathing.
I'm alive.
I'm blessed.
I'm humble.
I'm thankful.
I'm safe.
God is really good all the time.
God is really great all the time.

No wonder why I am still kicking and alive;
it's because of God's presence that made me want to live;
Hope that people realized that God wouldn't want them to be an evil but a virtuous.
GOD is good all the time.
Legacy girl writes hollow poems
In the petal-pressed pages of her notebook
Breadcrumbs of who she is
And who she longs to be
There is an ocean between the two
Starlight dreamer gazes up at the moon
They weep together about all the many ways
The world can scar a person
The moon looks at her nightchild from a high heaven away
And sings of her craters and how she overcame every one
Forest nymph sits on the shoulders of her favourite tree
Tells him about her day and of the flowers she smells but does not pick
The leaves are whispering gossip to each other
Birds are bringing her shining things
And she tells the birds a story of Icarus
She says ‘you do not have to fear the sun’
She is the sun, and she would not harm them
Not them or a single growing thing under her warm gaze
Legacy girl jumps down from the tree
Crosses the hill and three fields to the ocean shore
There are whales waving from the horizon
And beyond that, in the sweeping red hue of the moment
The girls are close enough to touch

Her hand makes ripples of her reflection
I ask him why he likes me so much
He smiles, and says 'you are so delicate,
Like baby birds' hollow bones'
Sugar sweet words, overripe
What I hear him say is:
'I have never loved anything I did not want to destroy'
And he does
Oh he does
If only you'd take me for a fool
And not take me for granted like you do
I would rather live on in some ignorant bliss
Than taste the reality of this deathly kiss
For this is too easy to understand  
This is too easy to lose ourselves in
If you would only take me for another and not as I am
To lay me down on this cold hard ground
Pick up my pieces in some different form
A brand new me raised from your ideal storm

If only you'd take me for a fool
As fools are the ones who fall in love
Whose words seem to fall from the stars above
Dancing till dawn under cider filled skies
They are the ones that carry life in their eyes
So rescue me from this vagueness that consumes
Our daily routine of me versus you
And yet maybe you do, at night when i dream
Delivering my innocence rebirthed anew
For only a fool could keep returning to you
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