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Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Fleeing--Speeding Into The Impending Night,
Fleeing--Running Away From All That I Fight,
The Moon And Faint City Lights Lead A Small Trail,
My Heart Facing The Inevatable--Please Do Not Fail,
My Blood Heating,
Rushing,
Expanding In My Veins,
This Rehab Is Better Then Sitting By The Window Pane,
Tears Drying,
Intellect Dying,
My Heart Beating Steady,
And My Lungs Keep Trying,
Teeth Clench,
Human Hatred An Unbarable Stench,
Running Through The Darkness,
Running Freely In The Trees,
I'm Agile,
Fragile,
Though Strong As Stone,
In My Heart I'll Never Be Truly Alone,
As I'm Running,
It's Stunning,
How I Havent Stopped,
Usually I Would've Already Dropped,
Running--Green Irises Peel Back,
Running--A Human Heart Having An Attack,
Sprinting--Tear Filmed Eyes Glistening,
Sprinting--Those Same Eyes Squinting,
Retreating--Don't Try To Hold Me I'm Too Far Gone,
Retreating--My Wounds Have Begun Bleeding,
So Tonight,
Say Goodbye For The Evening
I Go Sprinting When I'm Depressed... I Seriously Can't Believe How Fast And For How Long I Can Run When I'm Upset
I'm awake under the bright surgery lights.
Feeling the knife take its every slice.
Yes, this is how it feels to have your heart cut open.
Yes, this is what I felt when you left.

The wound is never fully healed.
It bleeds every time I think of you.
I can only survive for so long at this rate.
Please come and return that which you did take.
For part of me was entrusted with you.
Once you were gone, I was gone too.
Late at night
On my third wind
I am exactly calm enough
To believe my own thoughts
So to write
A poem,
And exactly nervous enough
To end the poem
Before I ruin it.
Terrifying façade,
long and tall, overpowering
but frail.
Ready to crumble and fall.

Snide wire intertwined,
exit wounds in the concrete flesh.
Each thorn stood to attention,
unwelcoming guards of the now unwanted.

Block after block
of relentless alleyways,
like a labyrinth of colossal gravestones.
The sky opens.

Water rattles bullet-like,
upon the once majestic city walls.
The cathedral moans its last hymn
as the steeple betrays itself.

The descent prevails.

— The End —