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I shall not come this way again,
I cannot hope to travel on the time I borrow
so I shall seize the chances given me today
and cast away the worries of tomorrow
Having a life limiting illness gives you perspective : )
Vianne Lior Feb 19
They spoke my name in tongues of dawn,
before the world was cast in hues—
before the red could kiss the rose,
before the sky first bruised to blue.

I was the shimmer ‘twixt the stars,
the breath between the night and morn,
a hush of light not seen nor mourned,
a ghost where spectrums are stillborn.

The prisms wept, but left me void—
a sigh unbent by mortal sight,
a whisper lost to time’s embrace,
unwoven from the loom of light.

Yet once, I danced on dreaming lids,
in eyes that dared to look beyond,
but now—I pale, unseen, unknown,
a phantom shade, a severed bond.

So tell me, when your colors fade,
when all grows dim, and light departs,
will you recall the one who lingers—
the color buried in your heart?
Celestial Feb 17
Oh, my handsome,
To see you on this day,
Is a gift greater than any ransom.
For this, there isn't a price I wouldn't pay.

My heart bounces,
Like a wild cat's before it pounces.
Especially when we pucker up,
and fill each other's cup.

We've decided to take it all on,
The world and everything beyond.
Our connection grows deeper every dawn,
knowing we have a real bond.

I will hold out for forever,
The only one that's treated me like treasure.
The ability to love you,
will be something I treasure too.
Celestial Feb 17
Long since I once traveled,
and long since I started.
In joy, I reveled,
and in hate, I departed.

Most would agree,
But I have yet to see.
Just what it means to be,
To follow my beam with glee.

Shouldn't I have had a warning?
Surely one to keep me from going,
To where one keeps thoughts jarring.
No, that would have kept me from roaming.

Lights begin to fade,
And it grows a long bit of shade.
I stare into the darkness it made.
Knowing it'll swallow me as I wade.

"I've done well" my last thought.
The light wanes and eyes strain.
I blink and it all goes out, giving it all it's got.
I know it wasn't in vain.
TonyNoon Feb 16
We chose this discrete island.
Not cast away as rumoured.
It was space to think things
through that was needed.
In time we found ourselves,
found new skills and learnt
to play with fire and with smoke.

Those first signals, reciprocated
from the far horizon did it.
Like minds entwined above
uncaring water. We wanted more.
We wanted high towers so that
we could see ourselves across
the empty oceans, but towers fall

and dust blows out the flame.

Tony Noon
Celestial Feb 16
As the belief set in,
Something stirred from within.
A beam shot through,
My guide to help out of the blue.

I fight to keep my cup up to hold,
The filling is worth more than gold.
I follow the light through the mists,
With my eyes and my hands quickly grow fists.

The end is so far still,
How can I fit the bill?
Yet strength begins to run through me.
I know I can reach what I see.

Will grows with my steadfast stance,
Then I move forward with my second chance.
Peace will be mine,
Fresh air has given me nothing but time.

Patience and determination have brought me here,
Just to give you something to peer.
With new breath, I tell you,
There is a way to make the day brand new.
Early morning I rise
This moment is mine
No one's awake
This is my space in time

A cup of tea waves
the cobwebs of sleep slip away
I sit on my balcony
with my chin on my knee

Alone but not lonely
From all times I am free
I sip happiness with my tea
Happy just to be


The sun rises & levels with me
The house stirs awake
This space in time which was mine
slips away
Vianne Lior Feb 17
The past is a crime scene.
Your mind, the only witness.
But every time you return,
the bloodstains have moved,
the body is missing,
and the killer looks like you.

guilt is a master forger
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