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What is true love?
Is it a spark or a light,
Does it show at first sight?
Does it come from above?

Do you know when it's here,
Does it hit like electricity?
Can you choose who it will be?
Does it always shed a tear?

Can you call it fate,
Or is it an accident?
If it just came and went,
Would it still be great?

If you let it go,
Does it always come back?
If it doesn't stay on track,
Do you still let it show?

If you can't express it,
Is it still there?
If it doesn't care,
Is it really worth it?

Do you throw it away,
When it isn't any good?
Even if you should,
Do you miss it everyday?

When your not sure,
Is it always on your mind?
Even when it's hard to find,
Do you always endure?

Is it always diamonds and pearls?
Do you have to stick it out,
Even without a shred of doubt?
Is it gone with the end of the world?

Is it nicknames, like *** and baby?
To be called a husband or wife,
Is it all you need from life?
Or does it just make you crazy?

Is true love always your best friend?
Even when you're far apart,
Do you feel it in your heart?
Does it always last till the end?
Tick,
The sound of a keyboard being abused by angry fingertips.
Tick,
Subtle sounds of the air conditioner creating frigid conditions.
Tick,
Fluorescent lights fill the room, revealing nothing but normality.
Tick,
Bashing my brain with stupid questions, clingining onto sanity for dear life.
Tick,
A phone rings, a melancholy mind state is to follow.
Tick,
Tick,
Tick....
****, at least I get paid.
I can rest assured tonight—
I know I am secure;
Even when all others fight,
I know I shall endure.
Psalm 4:8
    In peace I will lie down and sleep,
    for you alone, O Lord, will keep me safe.
Gary Jun 2014
Staring in the mirror gave my soul a minute to breathe. Remembering times when I wanted to be anything but normal never wanting to grow old. As the lines in my face only deepen, so do the thoughts of a once younger man fighting to be different. Now as my age sets in a bit, I hear the thoughts of once me.
I snicker a bit, thinking "you never knew what you were thinking man."
Now I embrace these new thoughts,  thoughts of an older man. A man who has been down many roads and seen many seasons. A man who now only wants to be normal, blend in with the crowd and be listened to. I need not to be heard with my loud voice, or seen with my rebel look. I just need to be normal,  thankful when I can live normal.  Thankful for my senses allowing me permission everyday to see, hear, feel, smell, and taste life. Thankful for feeling love, through family and supportive friends. For the special connection I feel and am grateful for each day when I see my lovely wife. Grateful to be able to call my "normal" life, "my life." Grateful to learn from my past, to see my future and never to waste a single minute of life's precious minutes wishing I had anything else.
Life Jun 2014
Gentle kisses
Soft-spoken words
A dream, like a whisper, fades and disappears
Your hunger for me dissolves
The memory endures
Such is my love-life
cosmic poet Apr 2014
darling is my song sweet enough to draw your soul to me
can I lure you like you lure me?
are you frightened ?
that ill drag you under the icy waves
bring you to the end of your days?
why is a sirens love never returned?
are we just made to feast on the pure
and never endure the feel of real love
JoBe Arenas Apr 2014
Oh mother must you still have to suffer?
For sacrifices you have given me
A sweet love I have known from no other
A love so true, so pure, so rare to see
Through your hardship I came unto this life
Through your guidance I had learned word for word
Wonderful mother and enduring wife
Defending her family shield on sword
Why has life drained you so much forcefully
But yet you resist to give up your fight
For your child, your husband, your family
As you lead the way as a shining light
May life give you the justice you deserve
Your loving legacy it shall preserve

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