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Oct 2015 · 2.1k
to your creation
Ronald Volkman Oct 2015
poking a bubble with the head of a needle without a burst, I drag the sharp end across your skin you said it burns, I was so afraid  of what I might feel if i actually let myself free, if only I wasn't so prideful id still be lovable.
Aug 2015 · 679
DROWNING
Ronald Volkman Aug 2015
Infatuation is torture, you fleeing summer sun escaping with gaining haste each day away from the other one
My summer sun your reflection is second to none and everyday I crave to be where you are if only from a distance and only as a stranger
I still keep my eyes peeled on you my sweet summer sun.
Infatuation you're cruel, my hearts aching the fall will take you
Ronald Volkman Jul 2015
cut out my tongue it will never be able to capture your beauty in words.
My hands useless for your essence transcends the boundaries of script.
My entire being, may it dissolve in the hope of solidifying into you
my love, my venus, my divine feminine goddess, of everything natural and new
Nov 2014 · 519
Phases
Ronald Volkman Nov 2014
Nothing is greater, then finding yourself in the company of someone els. Though, the rapturous delight, is over the moment the first quarrel arises. Moreover your lost again.
Nov 2014 · 804
When you die
Ronald Volkman Nov 2014
The earthy smell that overcomes me, as I stand over your body draining of its blood. The primordial scent, thats so familiar, though its our first meeting, I suddenly feel a thousand years apart. I never realized what made you so warm in my arms, until it was in a puddle around me. Loves a feeling, but sadness is a stronger one and in consuming you, you will always be with me.
Sep 2014 · 749
you on me
Ronald Volkman Sep 2014
The sent of you on my wrist welcoming me back into this world
reminds me why i keep trying
to live.
May 2014 · 533
Forgotten find
Ronald Volkman May 2014
sunlight breaks through the cracks
brilliant, glimmering, beauty lights my path
as the torch leads throughout the night
my eye plead for your sight  
and if I ever capture her warmth
I would proclaim  the night would never seem the same
for you are the sun and we would be one
Jan 2014 · 813
dry air
Ronald Volkman Jan 2014
the airs so dry in the winter time
it makes me feel like a dehydrated fruit
sweet still but slightly crunchy
no longer mushy and wet
Jun 2013 · 675
kill me
Ronald Volkman Jun 2013
wine stains like wax
both keep the night a bay
in the flickering light i try to relax
as the red dulls the pain
nothing every goes as plan
and Im worthless to face
**** writing poetry and **** an easy escape
Jan 2013 · 738
Alone in my room
Ronald Volkman Jan 2013
Darkness engulfs me and I sink deeper into a sea of sorrow
Summered by the hope of no tomorrow
Heart beat is faint pulse is weak
Will this pain induce my eternal sleep
Liquid emotions run from my eyes
As I look into the mirror at this pitiful demise
How could anyone love such a worthless existence
Costly a straggly with suicidal persistence
Jan 2013 · 481
58 days
Ronald Volkman Jan 2013
Days grow colder as time without you passes
thoughts of you only strengthens the promise of a long winter
heart broken in pieces is just now being understood
I honestly hurt
the future so dark and grim
without you its worse
tethering on the edge, deaths my only comfort
It all drains back to you
you're gone
forever.
May 2012 · 679
Five days
Ronald Volkman May 2012
Five Days

A soul so pure and new
leaves every passing second wishing to be with you
five days with steadiness
I cure the heavens with relentlessness
Turn the clock dials back and open your arms
forget time and entwine around my affection
why must the stars be so cruel
to give then take away you
May 2012 · 1.3k
Waiting for Abby
Ronald Volkman May 2012
Waiting for Abby

History confined in-between walls
denied access from authoritative protocol
on stone steps I sit as traffic passes

I walk through a park there the trees clutter
sun breaks through branches
as the wind commands a flutter

"free to the people" thus I saunter
where knowledge is uncovered
and writers live on in eternity
I find my treasure
Abby
our first date *

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