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As the tides wash in,I hope they bring you in hand
But as I cling to the waves all I hold is sand
I've tried to forget that you was once in my grip
But it just can't happen when everyday is a trip
Down memory lane, everyday a struggle against going insane
As winds violently blow and the palms sway
I wish they are hard enough to blow you my way
The Sun rises at dawn but it hasn't been as cute as when you was my own
Guess after opening my heart to you there's no way I'm closing it
And second chance won't feel as special as the first time we met
I'd open up my arms soon as you say you want another try
I'd give you the millionth chance even if it makes us cry
We was born without a guide maybe we'd learn from slipups
I hear you moved on for you ain't gonna bear with hiccups
I'm almost sure you haven't forgotten what we shared
No point in erasing memories of times when we cared
I was hit hard, the insane that I grew close to a ******
Think rushing into another's arms is escape rather than reward
Otherwise why did you flee when we met on the streets
Why cannot you face me,it's you who called it quits?
Anyway lots going on in my life I might never understand
I still dream about you leaning on me holding my hand
This is not about to happen and I doubt it might ever do
Albeit it'll never be someone else, I'm always for you
Too blinded by my emotions towards you to see
The tides come in, the tides go out but I still wait by the sea
 Dec 2015 Rhianecdote
svdgrl
He tried to defend you.
Said it was her idea-
somehow that made me feel
somehow that made me realize
how much of a **** you really were.
The temptation was too great-
99% sure it was her idea, he said.
Empathize, *****.
That's what I saw in those off-sides lines.
Before, I was blinded by the idea-
that her level of betrayal was stronger than yours.
That's saddening.
Considering how we were supposed to fit together
like puzzle pieces-
and my true loyalty could not be matched,
with your jagged edges of uncertainty.
**** that ****, dude.
You've got me ****** up.
I loved, and I lost.
It's okay now, I'm picking up the pieces
you decided to apologize for and leave
quickly out the door.
Escape to her empty *****.
It won't ever feel as warm and comforting,
I promise.
If there's one thing that'll stay true-
it'll be the memory of how I loved you.
My persona would be red clay along the river shoreline .  My hair , the green grass infused field . My body is akin to tall Pines , Mountain Chestnut , awe inspiring Oak and Pecan Trees..
The salt of my physical being , the child of histories shed tears anchored within the very blood that flows through my circuitry .
Her waters are my soul revealed , Appalachia begat a grateful son of Georgia that seeks the shoreline .. Called across the surface of the sea to the waiting arms of my Creator .. Sky blue eyes on watch forever* .
Copyright November 27 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Dec 2015 Rhianecdote
ryn
Sundown
 Dec 2015 Rhianecdote
ryn
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•look far...
to the horizon•as the sun
dips into the ocean •most magnific-
ent display of colours • radiance in yell-
ows and captivating ambers•majestic specta-
cle that will  dwindle within minutes•no words
could match  such  beauty that deals  in infinites •
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~ si  nk ing unse~en beyo nd the thr eshold• the mi ~ghty ~~
~ ~  s  un grows red der•~night sky cree ps in, with th e ~
~~ ~moon smilin g bold• ad opting her ~stan ce as the     ~ ~
~~  ~ gua  rdi~an hereaf ter• entour age~ of s  tars  ~
      ~   ~*****  le with s peckle s of g old •       ~ ~
        ~   ~      ~ ~ b~idding  farewell t o         ~  ~       ~
~             ~t he su ~n's
~       ~~~
~            ~~         ~  ~     ~
~~ ~                   ~ ~               ~


*ruling sceptre•
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 Dec 2015 Rhianecdote
JDK
Aloof
 Dec 2015 Rhianecdote
JDK
In truth, it's my go-to state.
I'll say it's not so bad when I actually mean that it's great.
Litotes and understatement -
that's my forte.

If I ever make the mistake of letting you get too close,
I'll soon compensate by pushing you far, far away.
For everyone who's ever known me.
change is a constant
motion in life's instant
organic factory of growth
thus the folds at the back of my head
are a recent intrusion against my image
so are the hairs in my ears
and in my now dilated nostrils
you used to have these lovable dimples
and a delectable bounce in your walk
but now all you ever do is talk and talk
about the fictional excellence of your life
and how you're much sought after
even in this, the twilight of your days
            head bald as an egg
            walk a dawdle
           mouth a dark cavern
           physique like a sumo wrestler
           memory like a closed book
          and demise like a meteor
will i know you when i see you again?
my heart has kept you frozen and young
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