#longdistancerelationships
I find myself, alone this Christmas
My love is a thousand miles away
And they are alone too
Is it too much to ask for a Christmas Miracle?
Through the cold brisk winter night
The freezing rain begins to fall
Too warm for snow, too cold for rain
The season seems to fight against us
I often wonder, is she thinking of me
Or a least thinking as much as I do
The very thoughts linger, like the warmth of her kiss
The feelings fresh in my heart, this longing
I don’t deserve her, don’t know how I got this lucky
She is an angel, no – Celestial Dragon
My benevolent protector, she mends my heart
I’m hers, her Stoic Knight, I rescued her heart
Yet I feel sorrow on this winter’s night
Sleet stinging my face, tears freezing to my cheek
The pain of the distance creeps in, but I maintain hope
The beat of my heart, felt many leagues away.
We share the light of our hearts
We share the warmth of our kisses
We share the comfort of our embraces
We share a love beyond the distance.
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 12:51 AM UTC
I'll be up at five, so I can leave by six. For this rare occasion, I won't hit snooze. It does not matter that my bones are creaking, and my eyes still craving some sleep because a longing heart can defy anything that's making me weak.
For love, I will ride motorcycles, and respond uncomfortably to men who do not need to know anything more than my name, and where I'm headed. We'll hit the road obnoxiously, and take turns on unfamiliar streets. I will put all my faith in the helmet I'm wearing, and in humanity, while I hold on for dear life.
After a dreadful ride, I will step foot inside an unfamiliar building. I could place a bet that I'd get lost inside because well, it's me. When I finally find my bus, I will hop on anxiously. Yet, despite everything that's running in my head, peace will come to me.
It will come in the way the early sun lies in the palm of my hand, its warmth, melting away my worries.
And from the pair of bright innocent eyes peeking from the seat in front of me.
Calm will come from watching the bus slowly fill with passengers from the city.
Especially, from the thought that all of us are headed somewhere for a grand reason — for love.
Dread will become anticipation and anticipation to plain excitement.
I will wait patiently behind the soft murmurs of strangers. And when the conductor finally hands me my ticket, I would think that I could do this as often as you want me to.
In my seat, I will sink with both childlike wonder and a new sense of independence. There, I will find joy in all the unfamiliarity.
The ride will be a cycle of seats getting emptied and reoccupied as the bus traverses through cities.
And when it gets emptier, I will tell you that I’m almost there.
Dec 26, 2023
Dec 26, 2023 at 2:16 PM UTC
We have never actually met
I mean physically, of course
But we've got to know each other well
Over the course of six years
When we had our first conversation
I looked up to you, as a senior colleague
In fact, I still do
Especially considering the way you handle certain clients
Who have given us a lot of trouble, over the years
And the way you manage your work
Given that you have to deal with a lot of family matters as well
Is nothing short of exemplary
However, you are not just my senior
You are a good friend of mine too
That's why I rant a lot
As far as work is concerned
Because I know you will listen and understand
And many a time, I find
That I feel much better
After sharing my issues with you
Of course, it works both ways
I am always ready to listen
When it is your turn to rant
Hopefully, it is only a matter of time
Before we eventually meet
Nevertheless, our relationship goes on to show
That it is definitely possible
For two people to be good friends
Without meeting each other face-to-face
Apr 23, 2023
Apr 23, 2023 at 9:29 AM UTC
She’s in Cambodia when she says,
“Company always matters,
but if it’s the wrong one,
I’d rather be on my own.”,
I’m in California when I say,
“I feel exactly the same way.”,
we’re on opposite sides of the world,
she’s at Angkor Wat just in from Dubai,
and I’m at home in Hollywood,
well not my home exactly just the place where I currently lie,
or rather the place where I lay,
because there are no lies here,
not between her and I,
because we’re,
two Stars shooting through the Infinite Sky,
and I want to fly to her right now,
I want to leave this city,
I want to be there,
with her at Angkor amongst all it’s ancient reliefs,
but alas,
we all have our lives,
different paths,
even when it’s led by the same guiding Light,
and I wonder if I’ll ever see her again,
at least I wonder if I’ll ever see her again in this life,
and I don’t know why I write,
I swear to God I don’t know even when I say I do,
because all I’ve ever gotten from these writings,
was all these cliches that I find in me and in you,
sounding like a cheesy pop song,
sounding like the voice of reason when everything’s gone wrong,
sounding like a lost Soul traveling the open road out here all alone,
leaving behind nothing but some faded memories and the words in these poems,
and when I hear her voice,
or rather read her text from my phone,
I get the feeling that as alone as I may be,
in that moment I am everything except for alone,
so when I get that call,
I know she feels exactly the same way,
and that’s exactly why,
I always listen when she explains,
she’s in Cambodia when she says,
“Company always matters,
but if it’s the wrong one,
I’d rather be on my own.”,
I’m in California when I say,
“I feel exactly the same way.”…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
author of multiple best selling poetry books
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
my love,
are you still there?
i looked back (just to check)
and you were gone...
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 5:38 PM UTC
Sitting alone on this seat.
Floating back to Singapore . . .
What I would give to always be by your side.
Dwelling ~
Yearn for your warm, kind, ever thoughtful words, or maybe just for the sound of your voice;
Something to let me know you are near;
Something to let me know you are safe.
Like when you ask me why do I always gaze into your eyes,
In retrospect, I realise;
When I look at your eyes, it feels like a privilege every single time,
It's almost as if, I am chanced to have a peak into your beautiful soul;
Genuine,
Warm,
Compassionate,
Respectful of all things and beings,
Loving,
Discerning,
Virtuous,
Confident,
Just a few of the characteristics I have felt whenever I look into your eyes;
It never fails to evoke an innate sense of appreciation for you, within me;
I often, find myself reminded, like an ever-recurring echo deep in my heart, of the saying:
"The eyes are the windows of the soul".
I love you and I always want to be with you;
I wish to keep you happy,
safe,
in good health,
to be both, your other-half,
and your best friend,
to understand your needs,
emotions;
to regard them,
respect them,
to nurture them;
Like you have been doing for me.
I also need you to know;
I appreciate you,
I love you,
I care for you,
I want to always be there for you;
You are the epitome of my being;
Once again,
My kismet.
- Kes Long.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
rapacious dreams
of you and screams
haunt the seams
of incorporeal subsistence
(i miss your flesh)
012804~10.34p
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
I wish body pillows
Acted like teleportation devices
And when you clutched yours
It would put me beside you
I wish blankets
Were like magic carpets
And we could use ours
To fly to one another
I wish computer screens
Would let us reach to others
And I could pull you through
And into my arms
I wish we could feel each other
When we clutch pillows and blankets
And pretend they're each other
So our dreams can somewhat come true
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC
In the darkened space
I orbit around nothingness
While I try to navigate
my way to your head
Waves, transmissions,
Data and connectivity.
Words.
Empty words that make a line
A line that lead
to tall towers and hollow chambers
While I continue to float
In limitless space
In an empty room
Inside my head.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
Day 1:
When you wake up missing someone, and go to bed mourning them, remember that the first week is always the worst.
Day 7:
When your body begins to pull you out of bed and begs your legs to run as far and as fast as they can, realize that the only destination you're really seeking is their arms, their embrace; that home encased in steady beats and familiar warmth.
3 am:
When your feet can no longer support the weight of your heavy soul and your car won't stop pestering you to take a ride, don't waste your gas.
Don't spend your sparse tears all in one place.
He wants to kiss you too.
That's all that matters.
12 pm:
Everything reminds you of him, you're watching his face dissolve in a crowd of strangers, you lose sight of him.
When you see a tall boy and a shy girl cooing in the corner where you once swam in his eyes and confessed your love without spoken words, do not fall to your knees.
Do not avenge fate.
What was once a wonderful thing of yours can now be shared with people you wish you could be again.
Day 30:
When you find that food is your last resort, a full stomach is increasingly scarce, and days pass of nothing but your bed swallowing you whole and your bedroom seeming more like a dungeon, open your window and remember why you always woke up in the first place.
Recall why you used to smile, and your remedy, his smile back, will make the sun choose to shine again.
Hour 3:
When your lips and your hearts leap towards each other to certain death, do not procrastinate putting your tears on a silver platter.
Do not mourn what will be mourned far too soon—just love the way you didn't want to.
And don't let go.
Day 1:
When 3 hours feels like day 1 all over again, lick your lips, keep holding on to him although his embrace expired for some time now.
Most importantly, pretend he hasn't left yet.
Ask yourself:
When can I love you this much again?
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
I try to lose my thoughts but they spit themselves back in my face.
I guess there's a million reasons why I shiver even when it isn't cold.
I've been postponing this for a while now.
But you can't hold back for too long when something is screaming for you.
I can feel the flight instinct disrupt my body.
Fear is the most petty element, sleeping with love every night
corrupting it with it's infectious hands, darkening the pure.
I loved you for too long, and as of this moment, always, it is never long enough.
I tremble for the day that "I love you" struggles to slip through your mouth.
When you wake up and the first thing you do is bite your tongue and taste me trickling to the back of your throat, I won't be the first thing on your mind.
The ceiling won't remind you of me.
Your eyes will open, and somehow you won't be on your back.
You'll be laying on your side, something will make you realize why you can't love me anymore.
I'm trying to stomach this.
It takes all my strength to not dedicate this to you.
This was almost created in slow-motion: the definition of what time feels like without you.
My skin is so lost without your hands easily guiding the way.
Please don't forget about me.
I'll bang down your door till my knuckles are ****** before I let my name escape your sighs.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
I can't get enough
You are becoming the air I breathe
The water I drink
The food I eat
My sustainment
But you'll be gone soon
I'll suffocate
Die of thirst
Starve
My oblivion.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
have you ever been so in love
that every step you take
you take in the name of
*your lover
your soulmate
your best friend*
your heart hurts to have distance
your mind wanders into bad places
after not speaking much that day
does she make your world spin
does he make your heart pound
do you feel like at any moment
your world could end
if suddenly
her love stopped
he no longer needed you
a smile can turn to a frown
a laugh can turn into a cry
you think you know all the answers
but all of a sudden, you're asking why
what if the worst happens
what if you end up alone
what if she doesn't want you
or he stops calling you on the phone
day after day
the fear grows within me
i'm losing my vision with every hour
all my senses are away from me
i'm scared to death of what could be
i want your heart forever
i want to see your mind
i want to feel secure with our love
i want to know you're mine
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
He was the sun.
And she was the moon.
The distance took a toll,
the timing hindered their potential,
and their differences collided.
You see, their paths rarely crossed.
But when they do,
they could not get enough of each other
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC