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 Feb 2016 stéphane noir
Joyce
Tears are falling down.
Leave your troubles behind.
Searching for peace in your soul.
A broken heart so refined.
Lost in fragile mind.
Swimming around and around.
Deeper into the depth
of the sea.
Almost drowning getting so tired.
More energy is required.
To beat your demons.
Rewind your confessions.
Haunted by your past.
Trying so hard
while you swim so fast.
Out of breath and
grasping for air.
You try to reach the shore
but nobody is there.
You think to yourself,
this is not fair.
All your love
gone and replaced.
So many words unspoken.
Let your heart broken.
.
We once walked along lonesome strands
And the ocean waved its open ceremonies,
The simple sands stretched warmly our feet
And the moon was hiding beneath the sun,

We once stopped to embrace as we stood
And time was thrown, over to eternal kiss
And the ocean rolled in newest christening,
So long ago by those days of salt and mist.

When, came the stars that swooned above,
Our little hands swung— in a knot of love.
Did you know
That in the snow
Despite the glow

Our fears
Are still there
Still holding us near

Did you know
In the snow
The fear still grows

Even when it's covered
Under beautiful snow smothered
Just beneath the surface can be discovered

Did you know
In the snow
The winds of change still blow

You can try to foget
It will still make you sweat
It will still make you pay that debt

Did you know
In the snow
The fear will still make your blood run cold
 Feb 2016 stéphane noir
Ainsley
November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.

With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.

The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.
A few months late on this one ;)
The more I know you, the less I understand.
But it is all the best things that
we are resigned to never learn in their entirety.
We are drawn in by the mystery,
heading the ethereal call of misty isles
and faraway eyes.
 Feb 2016 stéphane noir
Kate
No matter how hard I try
I will never be able to express my feelings and gratitude
I have for you
You left a mark the size of a teardrop
hidden within my one-of-a-kind mind
I can't describe what its purpose is
but it has the tendency to relinquish the aura of you
at the times I need it the most
and I could sit here
and write words a pound words trying to unravel this phenomenon
but instead
I found out the best types of feelings are the ones
you can't understand
regardless of how hard you try
I miss you.
and I know we whispered it before behind closed doors
but I try to ease this repetitive beat
that won' let up but only increase in hunger every time
the image of your smile
creeps into my thoughts...Yet I can't make it stop
It's the nostalgia numbness you get that
radiated throughout your whole body when
death dares you to loosen your grip from your fingertips
The waking up from a dream and being disappointed
that you can't steal the part that you feel is a representation
of your destiny with you.
It's going on a trip and forgetting you camera
your only option is to be stuck capturing moments
in you mind
but will never be able to conceal them on the wall
yes we can carry on but every once in a while
you know something is missing
but you can't quite put your finger on it.
You were more than just a listening ear
I could turn to
You provided me a safe reassurance that I'm not alone
and you accepted every aspect of me
every little flaw, mistake, and accomplishment
and I'm sorry you had to be the right person
at the wrong time.
But this isn't about wanting you back
it's an emotional bond I never had
with anyone else
and I'm glad I found someone
I could share it with
Under the soft white glare of the moon
I watched you saunter out of my door, my life to soon
The memories of you linger like your cologne
That helps mask the feeling of you being gone, me alone
I roam the house hearing your laughter
I miss our playful banter

If only you would have stayed with me that night
But only the moon seen that tragic sight
The black marks on the road is all that gives a testimony
The stars where the only witness to the ceremony
Of the Grim Reaper's touch
As your spirit he clutched
He escorted you away from the pain
Your car had skidded and flipped in the rain
My life will never again be the same

In you I had finally found
My bliss
I found my missing passion in you kiss
I found my joy for life in your arms
You chased away my demons with your charms
Your laughter repaired my broken heart
Your love making was a piece of art
Your comforting words in the middle of my despair
They where what I inhale
They where my air
Your heart was what made my blood circulate
How, oh how could this be our fate

Why did you have to go out that night
Why didn't I go with you, because this isn't right
I can't live without my missing parts
You had my heart
You where my soul
Why did you have to go

Why did you leave without me
Surly the fates could forsee
I would crumble, shatter, splinter into bits
For now all alone in our bed I sit

The tears all ran dry
I sit here and contemplate why
Feeling so **** numb inside
Wishing I too would just die
How sweet it would be to let out life's last sigh

I'll be just like that annoying magpie
I will stalk you, till you let my spirit fly
Grim Reaper let me clarify
I'm slitting my wrist and you know why

You know what that implies
My spirit you won't be able to deny
Let me kiss,my now empty life goodby
So I can once again be with my guy
In the plain beyond, in the sweet by-and-by
 Feb 2016 stéphane noir
Ainsley
You are not your age,
Nor the size of the clothing you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the colour of your hair.
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak,
You are your croaky morning voice,
And the smiles you try to hide,
You're the sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear you've cried,
You're the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you're all alone
You're the places you've been to,
And the one that you call home,
You're the things that you believe in,
And the people that you love,
You're the photos in your bedroom,
And the future you dream of,
You're made of so much beauty,
But it seems that you forget,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all the things you're not.
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