love is an ocean
and standing on a cliff
the wind begins to blow
before it has the chance
to push me into a fall
above my head
they direct me
i am tight
my descent never pausing
never pining for the safety of the cliff
never looking back up
if the tide
And it’s over
PS: It didn’t take you that long either to come to this poem......
As consistent as a snowflake,
Counting up from one to infinity.
Free falling through this endless shape,
Contained within a finite space.
thoughts are passing cars today;
on the move.
and details clash.
one after the other,
latent energy I wish I had: cold hands
stick to themselves in subzero, sticky with
regret and stagnancy: too many stags running about
harbingers of doom and gloom
eden's garden disintegrating at the sight of
the new bloom: wind beating in my eyes
turning around trees and warping leaves
train stations leading nowhere
thoughts compressed into bullets
and backwards thinking: could you tell me where we are, please?
It's argument time...woohoo! Not...
Here goes. I will personally start by letting you know
that we have more time on our hands to dispute
everything from waste of space to using up brain cells.
There's no use trying to pretend!
You and I will go on about this,
I will be "the problem." I will have "no alibi"
and may go on to lose my argument (as always) in the end.
I know, bad poem! BUT SO TRUE!
Akin to summer rain
or words you can't
seem to articulate
or the smile you feign,
The risk you take
Even coffee with an old friend,
or moments you regret.
on the radio.
And tears from your eyes
- right on cue.
Dinner on the 13th floor.
Traded a life with a kiss on the cheek.
A tree held the rope for me,
As I traded the life back.
I was number 13,
Of the 12.
Your heart beats silently,
Is your love as still as your heart rate?
Time just gets away from us.
Had to quote this amazing sentence from the best ending of one of the best movies I've seen.