#hapoy
We are all
In shapes of
Musical notes
Each a different pitch,
Played at an
unique level
And tone
Vibrating all together
in the distance
OM
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
I show happiness to everyone
To keep them away from my sadness
I burn myself to feel pain of the punishment
I cut to leave my emotions
I look into a mirror and then I say all the negative stuff out but then cry
....then stand up and say
"NO I CAN DO THIS I WON'T LET THEM WIN I'm perfect!"
And you're strong brave awesome and perfect
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
The Beginning
Beginning
At the duck pond,
A little boy alone.
And a small paper boat
That sailed a way the monsters,
And a soft voice comes to him,
A little girl asking about his boat.
He says the monsters are gone now,
So she takes him by the hand
And walks away to the playground,
He never looks back at the paper boat.
And the eternal present sank the boat,
He played with a new friend,
An understanding of monsters
And they became each others peace.
The Middle
Times that shine in youth
And there she was at prom
With her peace she still held
His hand like the pond before them.
They danced as the years danced,
The youth soaking in all firsts,
He kisses her under the stars
And promises forever in his eyes.
She lay at the blanket before him
Ready as a flower blooms,
They make love as a sacrifice
Of virginal clarity of truth.
The End
Was still the youth, but college
And adventure called them both
To different places and different
Times were to become a reality.
She kissed her kiss of forever,
He held her in their final summer,
Never let me go she whispered,
And he held her ever tighter.
The summer ends,
And the Fall as life is a fall,
They say goodbye and promise
To stay together forever.
The Middle
The beginnings
Of a twenty something man who just
Lost his highschool girlfriend,
And the girl became a woman,
All is a guarantee too change.
The promise was so much to take,
He held on as long as he could
But her dreams took her away
And he became a normal guy.
She meets another man,
He holds on too long,
She marries and has some kids,
He let's her go in his mind.
The Middle of life
Is rarely how one recalls it,
But the time of his life was with her
And he never marries.
She divorces a man that never loved
Her for who she though she was,
Her thoughts drift to her lover,
Her first love, she begins a search.
And time is a force,
A force of her heart when she sees
His face, the pounding that it took,
She realised she never stopped loving him.
The end can be happy sometimes,
And he gets a letter in the mail,
I'm in town, the note said,
Come see me.
He rushes and sees her stilled in time,
As beautiful as ever, they make love
As the first time, two weeks together
That made a lifetime apart worth it.
But she had kids in another place,
He could uproot the life he had,
They say goodbye once again
And something about it felt final.
The End
The years pile like snow in winter,
And winters breath came and went
Like the seasons, now in his forties
He realised all he wanted was to see her again.
He sends her a letter to meet him at the pond,
She says he has to come to her,
She wasn't feeling so well,
And he flew like a dove in its miracle.
Her children come to greet him,
And he felt like they should have been
His from another life,
The reflections of life's mirror.
The middle years came,
She had battled cancer for years,
He stayed with her through the battle,
And married her with no regrets.
He was with her only two years
But it was the most fun he ever had,
At the hospital the doctors new
That visiting hours didn't apply to him.
As the cancer ate her last days
She made him promise one last thing,
He said he would find her
Where ever souls might go when they leave.
And the end can be a beginning,
He stands at her grave,
He holds her flowers
With tears for everyday.
He went home to where he began
His life, where they first met as kids,
He holds her picture in his pocket
And a sheet of paper he begins to fold.
He puts her picture in a paoerboat,
He sails it away into the pond,
He remembers like it was yesterday,
At the duckpond, a little boy alone......
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
Your body is a Heavenly crime;
I am caught like a mountain
To the sky
And I am certain of your Angelic presence:
I am absent of myself when your naked
Light forms another plain like
A light of bright silhouettes dancing
At the precipice of eternity,
The night in your hair as
The moonlight dances a seduction
That makes Angels fall.
The nape of your neck to your shoulders
Where I mapped my world in a
Cascade of kisses and I am sure
I saw your wings in the dancing shadows.
A thousand sighs around your
Waist as I trace forever with
My touch,
The tongue as it tastes from
A fountain of your flesh:
Daily I drink of you.
Your thighs like a petrified miracle
Tormenting my eyes,
They close that I might drown
The other senses between them.
A painful tenderness in your body,
I make love to an Angel.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
Polychromatic lovers-
I open a window,
Open wide toward radiance
That descends into the primitive
Depths of a fiery spirit,
There upon a mural splendid
I did see like into dreams
With incomprehensible clarity....
Windows like lights reflecting moons
And daily the gaze fills the abyss
Open wide toward uncertainty
And hallucinating destinies,
Window, open window,
Crystalline glass of the soul.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC