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wes parham May 2014
Confidences
   were something we shared, but then,
Secrets are nothing per sè...

Confidence
   was a thing that I'm lacking, but that
Never stopped me, anyway...

I pressed you, you starved me,
It was wrong, but it couldn't be helped.
I said some things that I don't quite recall
You said a few things yourself.

It was a ridiculous assumption, and god **** it,
You're right.
Forgive me if I don't always hear your advice,
Or look away from the truth.
I'm still listening, I swear it.
I'm afraid you might think I'm just here for your ***,
Or afraid you might think that I'm boring and dull.
I'm just beginning to learn that others perceptions,
Are all, as they should be,
well beyond my control,

But, still...

Your eyes of ocean depth see me,
I want you to speak my name.
Searching all my cliches in the dark,
Forgetting the lies from which we came.
But what if all my words are true?
What if they show me the way?
What if the light between oceans is thought,
And words sufficient to make you stay?
(continued from part one)  Nasty business, this.  The story takes a dark turn, polluting the waters but pulling through in the end, hopeful.  Hopeful.  This is all metered for a reading over some music sent to me by a distant collaborator through soundcloud.  I'll link when that noise is ready.
http://soundcloud.com/warmphase
(UPDATE:  IT'S COMPLETE.  Thanks to soundcloud musician Dennis Ramler for taking me on in a collaborative effort )
https://soundcloud.com/flowermouth/the-light-between-oceans
Dhaye Margaux May 2014
Words by: Willyam Pax
Music by: Daisie Partido Vergara

How far would I go to love you?
How many times would I dive in River Bayou.
Loving you this way seems isn't enough
I longed for you to give me a chance, ohh...


Would my love be enough for you?
Or you'll disregard me for what I have at hand?
Would you leave me in shades of black or blue.
My love is bare because I care, my love


Refrain:
Would you give me a little bit of love in advance?
Would you give me a chance to see you stay.
So much as I breathe your essence like air
I was so tired even though I tried my very best
Sometimes I feel like giving-up,
But resigning wouldn't do anything to stop
This heart that beats only for you somehow ask
How far would I go to love you?


I know I don't have everything
For I survive with just some little things,
Enough for me to live this kind of life
And even my choices are full of strife

Refrain:
Would you give me a little bit of love in advance?
Would you give me a chance to see you stay.
So much as I breathe your essence like air
I was so tired even though I tried my very best
Sometimes I feel like giving-up,
But resigning wouldn't do anything to stop
This heart that beats only for you somehow ask
How far would I go to love you?



Original poem:
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1346413/">
How far would I go to love you?
This is a collaboration with Pax. I made some revisions in some lines of the poem to fit with the musical lines. Here's the link to the music video I made:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2Jt8IPZKiM&list;=UUaBIhdT4nd5ruI4EdiKBZZA
wes parham May 2014
It's a ridiculous cliche but, ******* it, your eyes...
Forgive me if I don't always make eye contact,
Or look away too soon.  I'm listening. I swear it.
I'm afraid you might think that I'm full of myself,
Or afraid you might think that I've no self-esteem.
The truth is much simpler than either extreme.
The truth is I'm somewhere right in between.
but still:
Twin seas draw my stare and I fear what I'll say.
Fear falling into their unlit depths, where even my silence could betray.
The source to illuminate and fuel our lives' desires,
Find it in her hands , her touch,
Find it in her eyes.
Her eyes of ocean depth see me,
Giving no safe place to hide,
Searching bad cliches for the light, the otherness inside.
But what if all of my words are wrong?
What if they drive you away?
What if the light between oceans is mute?
Insufficient to make you stay?
What light passes to the heart or soul through those twin gates, but look!
The gates themselves, ruinous sirens that must be heeded.  Reverence, fascination, a constant meditation, your eyes, your heart-breaking eyes.  I can think of nothing else. I can see little else.
-  improvised for a musical collaboration with a distant artist.
part 2:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/718577/the-light-between-oceans-pt2/

(UPDATE:  IT'S COMPLETE.  Thanks to soundcloud musician Dennis Ramler for taking me on in a collaborative effort )
https://soundcloud.com/flowermouth/the-light-between-oceans
Rod E Kok May 2014
Darkness.

Laying here, alone
        weary
          empty

I've withdrawn into
deep shadows

I can't see the pain

but your voice,
   your condescending rage
rattles against my cage.

I've never understood
you...I blame the drink
for randomly possessing

your eyes
seeing me as a target.

I don't know what to
expect.
   physical or mental
it's all torment.

I'm sick of walking
on the eggshells which litter
that fabric which we used to
lay on
   together.

Now I hide from you,
   from your demons that can't find me
in my darkness.

Darkness.
This is the 4th piece I wrote for the Anxiety collaboration. It is the darkest of them all. This one shows the progression, or rather, the regression of my mindset as I wrote. My mindset was dark, darker and darkest, and then went back up. I believe the poems I wrote reflect that. If you've read the previous two pieces I wrote for the collaboration, I think you will see it as well.

After I wrote this piece, I knew right away that it would not make the cut. It never had a chance to be the final submission to the artist. But I kept it, as it is part of the journey. If I recall correctly, it was this piece that convinced me I did not want to go really dark for my final piece. And so, this poem taught me a lot...about myself, about my poetry, and about what I wanted to contribute to Nicky's collaboration set.

Once again I urge you to not read too much into the words in relation to myself. I do not feel the emotion as written. But please do read the words knowing that somewhere, somebody feels this. The emotion is real. Maybe we can't relate. But that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Rod E. Kok
March 2014
Lyz Elysian Apr 2014
Sun, Moon
Day, Night
Yin-Yang
Black,White
My feet connected,
latched to dirt.
We lack our balance
on this Earth.
Just feel the roots,
feel the world.
We're all one light,
just watch it burn.
Like a lantern,
like candles bright.
The moon can't truly be hidden
behind the night.

The vibration hums.
It sews together the matrix
we can't see beyond.
Blinded by all light sometimes
feeling is all the sight, you need.
Inward is the escape.
And the final Frontier,
may be the graveyard we fear.
Stars mapping the space we're given
between god for our own development.
We've been here before
that's why I know
but we're meeting for the so called first time.

We all have spirits,
reoccurring,
I think we come back,
we're always learning.
Taking steps to fill the void.
They say matter can't be created
nor destroyed.
Take a look at your laws
of Conservation of Matter.
Yet you still call us crazy.
Aren't you seeing the pattern?
Order, chaos, life, and birth.
Is lying to yourselves all that you thought it was worth?
I see through the glass,
a kaleidoscope of visions.
We can't remake the whole world
through cellular fission..
Or can we?...
This is actually a collaboration between me and my friend Phill, the part I wrote will be in italics and the part that he wrote will be in normal text. Written April 23 2014.

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