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Rhet Toombs May 2015
How could you know?
For staring on that time
Into the nothingness
Feeling so alone
But your absence
Witheld
Simply comforted me
Though you drank of sweet sleep
My eyes swallowed the turmoil
And my memories stayed suppressed
Though I wanted them dead
Offered up
With palms stretched out
Engrained
Like satellite images
Reasoned to exist
Rhet Toombs May 2015
As we stood still
Images crossing lanes
Quick unsettling
Shards of light
Assigned
Quaking
Not for fear
But in the presence
Of the multitude of expectations
There I was proposed
For the certainty of things to come
Rhet Toombs May 2015
Back again
Sitting
Collecting somewhere
Moments of weakness
Spiraled drip
Murmurs in the basement
Your father's slouched shoulders
But still unsatisfied
In sleepy remorse
Feeling less than abysmal
Clean sheets and short days
But great you would become
Not in the sharpness of your current
But in the promise
Of your potential
Actualized
Bedside note
Your brother singing upstairs
Night born sadness
Rhet Toombs Apr 2015
Whisked away in the night
And yes
The sights
Are blinding
And inclined to know their way
Rest
And breathe smoke
Once gone
Now returned with fervor
Your dance mixed with mist
Lights
Not withstanding
Leaning in
To whisper a vow
Given
And kept with such magic
Slow and still
Walk with me
Be not the same
With your eyes like wild-fire
Mine
With blazing child-like patience
Can you save me once more?
Rhet Toombs Apr 2015
They say you've gone away from me
But I can feel you when you breathe
Rhet Toombs Apr 2015
Yes this could be it
Final prose for a washed up lover
Harnessed pain
Night terrors
Paralyzed with memories
Of betrayal
Regret
So please hold me
But no matter
How much
I scream your name
You will not come back to me
I fear the worst
Is yet to come
Because you're still running
In my dreams
Rhet Toombs Mar 2015
So this spells tragedy
Dually noted
Something off my chest
And into your heart
Now a digital voice murmuring
A synthesized plea
Love that spans highways
But only 79 miles an hour
The tattoo on the crease of your elbow
And are you okay?
I'm still wondering
As you let the smoke pour through the skylight
Nothing else mattered to me
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