It is as if a wave of tranquility passed over me this morning. Still numb. However, the strenuous longing to feel has dissipated. The wounds have be temporarily cauterized. No empty pain lingers in the darkness like a phantom menace. I felt nothing before, But I knew I was in pain. Now the nothingness consumes any lingering obscure thoughts. I am the hollow man; Such a fragile shell I carry on burden bones. But tis a pleasant day indeed. Thunder storms barrage the sky in open warfare and ominous tear drops soak the battlefield. For once I am not the fool weeping alone; The world takes my place, my pain, my suffering, and I revel in the warmth of it's tears as any good sadist does.
Poetic pros I write in my journal that I reveal to the world in snippets.
Is this what writers do? Conjure the worst then set you there, contorting to listen for the beauty that sings in suffering? Your boiling body fights, trembling and next to you in darkness, brooding I see the struggling and the worst and imagine your beauty
as a memory that enters a room full of mourners- sunlit breeze captured in billowing fabric which turning and holding you there for a moment lets you go as the tears and the chatter go on
I hate it ended so suddenly I miss the times you've made me smile When you've made me cry Gods, I miss your company!
Your words, like a symphony My favourite painter Left a crater How I miss your company!
Your kindness like a subtlety So selfless Made me helpless I do miss your company!
Now, unaccompanied I go through life In my back, a knife Your company Is lost for me! How can I be? Without somebody To hold me To sooth me To say to me "Don't you see? You're the one for me! You'll always be Special to me!" YOUR COMPANY!
You go on without me I do without you Yes, I do No more company! No more you and me! No more I love you, no more You love me! Now it's just me
Don't know what to do Oh, if I knew... Don't have a clue Life is blue... No more me and you...
Miles and miles into the mountains high Travels a heartbroken soul She seeks a place where she can safely cry A homely harbour where she’ll feel whole Little land where no liars she’ll face No shadows to shatter her heart Mindless pillow to return her warm embrace Just her, her peace, and the hearth
Gone be the days of her crippling hurt Gone be the days without a smile Gone be the days of lying cheats and flirts Be gone, be gone for a while