Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
?
Why do
                       you
                               love
                           other
              people
first
b
e
f
o
r
e

yourself?
Self-less...
rain…

rain
down on me
saturate built-up walls of
over-guardedness so they may crumble  
and set free who I used
to be

and then…  

I’ll  
stand tall  
as before and partake in
love’s offerings  

I beg you

rain…

rain  
down on me
r u s h over me
let  
each  
drip drop  
lot
sink soul-deep    
swish -swash away painful stains  
that’s taken up residence and evict residue of dissolved dreams that scream…
“you've failed to make us come true”
brighten  
up my blues
teach me to sing songs of better days  
even…
in the midst of life’s worse  
storms  
so…
every morning
I’ll rise with the energy of
'It’s great being me' coursing through  
my veins
let  
the fresh scent  
of after-shower inspire belief
all I’ve gone through
wisdom is my  
gain

rain...

rain

rain
down  
on
me
Three days, they
surrounded with weeping eyes
and sorrowful hearts
acting, as if
they empathize

  Three days...three days,
full with concerned phone calls,
condolences cards and
encouraging words,
"stay strong," they said,
"they're in a better place" and,
"you have an angel in Heaven now"

who cares...

I'd
rather them here
with me, thoughts ran through
my head

Three days...three days...three days  

of sharing memories
and  
promises of
'gone but never forgotten'

...then ****
like...
houdini's magic,
everyone was gone and
life went on

from my
point of view
I'm the only one  
missing you

I  
dare  
they  
be
joyous

amidst, my hell on earth
  
I  
watched
through eyes  
that cried endless tears
day and night and what seemed  
like in between
while they...
lived
laughed
and  
loved

No one
can truly understand
until someone soul-deep in their heart dies
and rips their life apart
  
I realize this, cause
I didn't, until...
I
lived  
it.
 Jan 2015 Tide Islands
Metanoia
FLY
 Jan 2015 Tide Islands
Metanoia
FLY
instead of saying
do
instead of judging
help
instead of worrying
be
instead of hating
love
instead of hurting
heal
instead of taking
give
instead of crawling
FLY
 Jan 2015 Tide Islands
Metanoia
how strange
the gift of contemplation
to allow the mind to wander
creating imaginary worlds
in our skulls
the ability to ponder
what meaning, if any
there is(n't)
in our fleeting days
we trivialize time
as a linear tool
by which we measure
our triumphs, losses
all the same
in the grand scheme
how strange
my arms and legs
moving, making
running in circles
to survive
but there's momentary bliss
in the recollection
of a beautiful day
with someone I loved
long ago
the clock stops
as does the pain
of existing within
such looming madness
~Christi Michaels~ January 2015~

Stepping into Moonlight
Eyes all a Wonder
Casting My Gaze up
Through Soft Boughs of Pine
Ethereal Brilliance, I do Ponder

Evening Darkness
Cloaks My Presence
I am a Secret to the Heavens
Only Fate knows I am Here
My Intentions Honest,
Transparent...Clear

Senses Heightened
this Sumptuous Night
Steadfast upon My Land
am Free to Roam at will
Toes immersed in Loamy Sand

Such Beauty fills my Senses
This Starry Night
Finding Solace Here
Under Magnificent Endless Twilight

Raising My Arms Up... I Surrender
Immersed into Moon's Night
My Heart all a Wonder
Lifting My Gaze
Through Soft Boughs of Pine
Ethereal Brilliance, I do Ponder


Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
 Jan 2015 Tide Islands
Derekis
I lie down in my bed
shadows looming over my head
moonlight peers through the lonely window
the cold and the fear returning.

A wisp of darkness moves ever so slowly
my eye following the entrancing monochrome pattern
becoming something most unholy
terror hits my heart like the heaviest hammer
I scream to wake up again.

The shade smiles with a wicked grin
he waits, floating close to my face,
lingering for me..

Nightly, he comes to feast on my past sin
forgiveness is something I cannot see..

Icy grip holds my breath
as it begins our dance of death.
Gasping for tears, one thing holds true,
tomorrow night it will commence anew.
 Jan 2015 Tide Islands
GaryFairy
when she was a bright eyed little girl
no dreams ever seemed out of reach
after years of tasting the bitter world
she only felt so tired and weak

she found herself a soothing potion
something to make her feel her best
like waves pouring from the ocean
she really loved to ride that crest

she didn't realize she was in so deep
the receding waves had the strongest tow
what this ocean takes, it will keep
sunken lives are found below

she found herself only treading water
it was getting harder to stay afloat
drowning like other sons and daughters
in distress, in the sea of dope
Next page