It's so old, and the beauty of a hundred years of happy memories and lives lived to the fullest is seeped into the dark and creaking wood beams of this home. In the fireplace crackles a soft warmth that keeps the bitter cold at bay from this room. Sometimes, it still tickles your nose and playfully pinches your ears, painting pink across your cheeks. But this is the only gentle reminder that outside the frosted window, snowflakes fall in soft piles against your doorstep, dancing and singing in their own special winter way. Inside is only merriment, where the wine is poured and the stuffed mushrooms are devoured slowly and languidly, each bite tasting of a melody. Around you on the walls, painted flowers and snapshot memories smile down on you as your friends laugh and sing and dance and break out the fiddle for a folk tune. After the wine comes the coffee where your hand gently holds a saucer and the cup almost never leaves your mouth. Everywhere you look, there is a joyous friendly face with a contentment of time about them, not anxious of a thing. Furry friends circle the floor in search of scraps, which they were given in a moment of weakness. And as you feel the warmth begin in your toes in your socks on the creaking wooden floor, as it travels up your spine and into your head and fingers, you know this is where you are meant to be. Here, surrounded by friends, with love draping his arm peacefully about your waist and laughing along with the rest, only every once in a while glancing over with a look that you know is meant to assure you, "Someday, this will be all we get, and it will be enough."
She rolled to the other side time
Idly waking up from a long slumber
A smile paints on her lips upon hearing chimes
On which they call another sign they should remember
Creeping from the home of the creatures
Another season was born under her care
Her favorite colors were warm tones
So Wanderers saw trees with such color and designs
Autumn, the seasons of pumpkins
You'll see little ones painting their skins
She is the end of a long summer ride
From a distance,
He watches her blow colder winds to the tides
She sadly watches her lover getting dismembered
By high waves crashing against him
And the sunset withdrawing his full image,
"No one can bring warmth and happiness but you."
She shuts her eyes, collecting Summer's image on her mind.
For every word I uttered, I said it a thousand times in my mind
Therefore, before I greet you with a hello, a thousand mirage of you stood before me in my head,
and I said hello to each and one of them
but never good bye.
Farewell seemed so easy like a Title it gets you anywhere, and to the next person that will benefit you.
Confidence was a hallucinogen, as Fear abducted me to the hellish part of my mind
I held myself as my own hostage-
Goodbye was the reward that everyone was so thrilled to give.
And now or forever I will be alone
Until the cycle begins again.
For months a stood at the edge of a cliff
Starring into your dreamy eyes feeling
Fulfilled. Happy. Complete.
I had found what appeared to be my soulmate. My everything.
During the storms, I stood by you, helped you through because i kept believing in my own Cinderella story.
One thing though...
I never saw it coming, hearing you say you're in love with someone else.
I refused to believe you because you kept holding on.
But my tear soaked pillow cases, utter a different sordid fairytale.
I never expected you to push me off, to watch me fall into a seemingly bottomless pit of heartbreak. Of sadness and disappointment.
In losing you I lost myself. My confidence. My will to carry on. My dreams which had somehow intertwined themselves with the idea of me and you.
With passing moment,
I only hope that in this beautiful ruin I have become,
I will rise again like the sun does; after the long dark cold days of winter.
I can only hope to shed myself of all these scars like the trees do at the dawn of autumn.
I can only hope for a constant experience of growth, of renewal of the rebirth of something extraordinarily beautiful.
I can only hope that like Spring, i can be free, I can blossom and stand once again against and among the elements and soar.
But most importantly, that like Summer, I can shine:
And once again believe in love
are no longer
what do you want
me to write
do you want things
that don't make sense
or things that
are off topic
the only thing
i can write
and those poems
out of season.