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skyblueandblack Oct 2014
You will find me where the stars cluster
in familiar constellations,
for the courage I could not muster
left me basking in your subtle revelations

Seeking answers and asking questions:

Why is it that we want the ones that don’t see us
instead of the ones that do
..?
Why is it so hard to see
the someone that sees you
..?
“The lover’s ailment is separate from all other ailments:
    love is the astrolabe of the mysteries of God.”
    ~Rumi
Adithya Gowda Oct 2014
What do you see, when you look into
A clear lake?
When there's a ripple
From skipping stones
When waves rise golden
Against sunlight
Tell me, what do you see
When you try and fathom
With your orphaned eyes.

What do you see
Through orphaned eyes
When you open a window
When waves of warm light
Come creeping in
On dandelion wings
To reach out to you
To tell you
A tale long forgotten from
Your orphaned mind.

What do you hear, when in a meadow
With your buried ears
Footfalls on velvet green; cry of a lone wolf
That follows behind?
Do you hear?
Leaves, whispering secrets
With the coming of a cool Autumn breeze; the silence
Of the night, that leaves behind pearls
On blades of grass?
If only
You could hear anything
Anything at all; save stories
That haunt you with songs
Of a barren land.

Would you stop, nomad?
Stop yourself and breathe life
Into those flowers, trampled
In your trail.
Would you taste your misery
And seep, into
The flavors of your orphaned soul
And be whole?

Yet you abnegate
Subjectivity.
In fear, in denial
Why would you do so?
Why would you do so?

You know you stand
On fractured pieces of you.
Yet you hide behind faces
Masquerading; far away
Why would you ache
To be a wraith; drifting
When you're already home
When you're already home.
SG Rose Sep 2013
She had holes of hurt she tried to hide me in,
asking me to love on only the parts of her
she could easily separate.

The sin of skin is that I willingly let her guide me in;
Foolishly falling through thighs
searching for the heart of the matter
How to talk of such things
When suitable words make a game of hiding;
verbs and adjectives are not rich enough in describing?

How to speak of such things
When a brittle voice trembles in the mentioning,
Tongue tied trickery trips every uttering,
While throat clench tightly trapping sentences to the point of suffocating?

Who to hear of such things
When guttural grunts are all that come crashing
and gasping breaths are too weak for their releasing
While listeners impatiently tilt heads from my scratchy stuttering?

Who to read of such things,
When the vagueness of text can't hold true meaning
and impulsive eyes leave print that is boring,
When you can't fault the font because it is indifferent to what you are attempting?

All the while the essence of a poem is slipping,
opportunity to grasp it is fading
and inspiration waning
The moment wilting
efforts are dying.
not lost or found
nor seeking or avoiding
just **being
I was thinking about Taoist sages as I watched an old Tibetan Terrier named Ping sleep.  If dogs can be sages, then he truly embodies the Way. ;)
Meagan Jan 2013
~ Your carelessness isn't amusing anymore
   Unusually enough, this time I'm keeping score
~ Your mind is consumed with foolishness
   Restraining my interest less and less
~ Lack of interest in enjoying memories with me
   It just may result in my promise to flee
~ Wondering why I'm changing? Understand on your own
   It hurts me to say, I may have to let you alone
~ But I can't do that, I have no reason to
   This is a phase, I know I love you
~ I've loved you since I saw you, right, yes that's true
   There's just some doubt, my mind's seeking something new
~ But I don't want anything new, we've seen so much together
   These images will fade, we'll be together forever
~ I feel guilty for doubting you, guilty for doubting us
   It's just my mind being fooled, making this unnecessary fuss
~ You love me, but why?
   I'm nothing special, until I die
~ Our spirits have a bond, one impossible to describe
   I love our mind frame, our unbreakable vibe
~ Always keeping me safe, why would I risk that?
   Makes zero sense, just lays there like a mat
~ I got this, we got it, our hearts cannot escape
   This is our place, where we belong, simply fate
               ~Meagan Williams
                1.25.13
The complications a relationship can overcome.
So many doubts in my mind
got to clear I was  determined
asked the perfect he didn't say
asked the cleverest he got away
Then I rushed to the elder
Who was glad to see me there
Instead of answers
he threw me doubts
there I stood still again
Still without any gain..
Of the millions & millions of stars around
I had a special affection towards a twinkling star but the twinkling star didn't want it to be liked by some one else
and there I stood aside my window
staring at the star and wondering
why I was left alone.
To my unloving lover
NitaAnn Jul 2014
I just cannot give up now....
I admit, and have admitted before,
that I struggle with God,
and faith and all that goes along with it...
at the present time I would not consider myself a spiritual person.
I have come to far from where I have started from.
I just cannot give up now.
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