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 Aug 2015 Thescientist
Helen
You don't get to judge me
by my outward appearance

Unless you live inside of me
and live what I experience

You don't get to laugh at me
or shed a tear at my pain

You don't get to know me
unless you live inside my brain

You don't get to know me
unless you appreciate where I stand

You will never get to know me
by ignoring my outstretched hand
Drunk on love
I soar above them all
And if I fall away
To my delirious shadow
Like a cool rain
From a diamond sky
I will flood those beneath
With gorgeous honey.

I need not their power
All is beauty
And I worship only love
Beneath the moon
We fall in shadow
And trip together
My lazy friend and I

Sing to me brother
Of still lake water
As I dream
About the elaborate garden
Whisper to me of
Winter’s beauty
For I am weak
From the storm
And I need to
Take my leave
From the flood

Do not ask me to go
In all my life
I will never leave
Why would I
There is no beauty
No light without you
As I watch
The peach pink sky
My blood is delirious
I still need love
There’s only so much
A man can give
Of what it takes
For him to live
Before he has to take it back
Though he may lack
The strength to heave
His heavy heart
Cracked and shattered
From his torn and tattered sleeve
There comes a time
When nothing's left
That's when its time to leave.
It's okay to lie to me
Because I don't want the truth
That will set me free
If it means that I have to hate you.
Though I am a champion of truth and honesty
It's okay to lie to me
If doing so
Will allow you to love me.
Can you see me?
No
I'm standing right in front of you.
You're not bright enough.
Oh.  Can you hear me?
No
I'm singing in your ear.
You don't know the words
Oh.  Can you feel me?
No, I can't.
But I'm holding you so close.
But you're not dancing
Will you dance with me?
You don't know how
Will you teach me?
You'll never learn
Oh.
You're bleeding
I know.
Does it hurt?
Yes.
*Oh.
Wrote this when I was in high school, over 30 years ago.
Next to my pillow
lies your shirt
from the last time I saw you.
And each night I hold it up to my face.
And before I open my eyes in the morning
I breath in your molecules.
They enter my lungs
and make their way up to my neurons.  
Have you seen my neurons?
They're amazing.
Go ahead then
Let it end.
I can't pretend it matters anymore.
The door
Is on the floor
And I am at the threshold
Inhaling the fresh old air
From the land of I Don't Care
Where hope and glory
Have no story
And nothing reigns
On the plains in Spain
Though the cards remain
There's no one left
To finish the game.
You're a good Man
& I love Ya, I do
Honest, trustworthy and true
Loving father, artistic,
a hard working man
for all these qualities
I love Ya, I do...
it's the nights I have
trouble getting through

Tonight as in last night
and the night before..
The nights of the months
that make so many nights
of our years together. ..
I have missed you dearly
Not for the lack of being present
Nor to support us in
house and home
Yet, the trade you've made to
Libations & Ale
that has left My body and
Heart so Very Alone

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~MoonFlower~Fluer de Luna~May 2015~
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
Libations & Ale
many nights of these many years
----

i'll hum to you
a melody
i'll sing to you
a song
that pain will cease
you will find peace
i hope you
sing along

children listen to me
poets please give ear
feel the pain
in this refrain
i hope that you will hear

there are ships
sailing the sky
don't you worry
question why
they drop stardust
where you lie
hear the
poet's lullaby


poets
keep on loving
for this is what
we do
we have dreams
we have schemes
to keep
that love renewed

poets
keep on living
be all that you can be
young or old
your tale's told
write it down
be free!

there's a ship
your muse is near
let her listen
let her hear
give your poetry
and tears
hold on to what
you hold most dear


yes, your ship is sailing
on a sea of ink
once again
you'll dip your pen
once again you'll think

but for now
you're weary
your eyes begin to close
feel the drift
into the rift
where ink

forever flows


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/18/2015
This poem is dedicated to
Pastor Tina Michelle

I hope she reads this before she goes to sleep... and may its soothe her into slumber!  

♡ GOD BLESS YOU, TINA! ♡
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