Ones a bridge ones a melody
Sometimes I replay without finishing
Yet in harmony
The thing about being an artist.
People only look at the finished work.
Not at the soiled hands which made it.
You don't know how low I went,
to write something deep
You don't know the things I had to do,
To find my material
You don't know how I broke my hands,
to create the art before you
Our love was an open book
It got dark and we lost our page
I really wanted to finish our story
Some loss is not anyone's fault but it can be just as hard to bare. Heartbreak is hard to repair no matter how hard or who or where... 78 to 64 just like that to 0
the road to no-where
who travels this lonely road
is there a finish
Brian Hill - 2020 # 224
Don’t travel this road...!
He said: “Let’s start.”
She said: “It’s the end.”
What’s the silver lining between start and end?
I have held love in the palm of my hand.
Sifting it through my fingers cautiously.
Holding its sweet down against my skin.
Tightening my grip, to squeeze all it has.
Lost within the confines, my world collapsed.
So, beating the door, I begin again.
Another moment, another soft sigh.
Another cycle, another way to die.
Embracing the lavender, I slip to sleep.
Cigarette buds, wine glasses, and hazy memories.
Unfinished conversation, people.
Room a little less Messier than life.
Still, it's difficult to stay alive.
Crushed hair, cloudy Eyes, heavy deep breath.
Broken nibs of pencils.
Twice half-read Sylvia Plath,
Lana Del Rey songs on loop.
Storylines with crushed characters.
Completely finished thinking capacity.
Stained coffee mugs here and there.
Some as old as the blockage in my pen.
I am unable to finish this as much as I try could you all please help me in giving this a decent end?
It's about the struggles of all of us - The writers/poets and their unfinished stories.
Dedicated to all of us and thanks in advance to anyone who tries to help me with this.
Feel the joy, in this race,
adore the clouds
smell the flowers,
Forget the finish line
It's a start
to a brand new race!
If I could read your mind
It would be reading mine
And we would say it
At the exact same time
Funny how that happens