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Trevor Comeau Jan 2011
When I die.
When death consumes
my body and
I'm transcended to the
world beyond I ask
that you remember.

Not how I was.
Not what I did.
Remember what I
asked be done for me.

I wish not to be buried.
Not to be in  a box to rot.
Till the earth faces
its final judgment.

I wish to be put
over the flame.
Not in a stove.
Place me upon a pyre
on some distant beach.

Put the coins over my
eyes so I may pay.
My fare to see those
who've gone before.

As the wind sweeps me away.
Watch as the world spreads
me across the sea.
So I may land on distant
beaches so far away.

Please remember my last
request, please remember
me for all of who I be.
Play my song, only then
can you set me free.
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Trevor Comeau Jan 2011
Sounds of crashing waves
against the pearl
white sand.
Memories of you and I
under the blue lit moon.

Water running across
our sun drenched bodies.
Our bodies entangled
amongst you and I.

Waves run at our feet
as we walk hand and hand
with the world
gleaming in the moonlight.

We stop and starred
eyes locked upon each other
saying those three words.
Speaking only with our eyes.

Sun rises on our final day.
The pearl sand was gleaming.
We walked the sand, felt
the rushing sea.
Sid goodbye to the perfect dream.
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Trevor Comeau Jan 2011
I saw this coming
so long ago.
Your eyes
told me so.

If only you knew
How I truly feel
If only you saw
through my facade

I hide out of fear
of what you might think
of what you might say
reading you is so hard.

We lie to each other
so very much
shocking to know
I know.

I'm terrified to
open up my feelings
for you.
To you.
Afraid, so afraid.

I know my heart
and it is true
It knows I have
Always loved you.
I did not write a date on this poem I can assume however it happened sometime before the week of Oct 29th 2010
Trevor Comeau Jan 2011
Silence
I hear nothing
no heart beating.
Are you dead?

I cant feel you
never truly have.
You aren't even
real, just
a hunk of wood.

Theres nothing
inside, only
more wood.
So hard, so tough
most stubborn substances
on this earth.

Will you not speak?
You are gone
and nothing hurts more
than having to stop
listening forevermore.
October 12th, 2010
Trevor Comeau Jan 2011
Why do I write?
Why about you?
Do we fake?
Can you not feel me shake?

Heart races
whenever your name
is mentioned.
At the sight of
your face.

Love
So strong
So powerful
So unique.

Different for everyone.
Different for all.
even you and for I
love it still is.

For this I must ask
a question that
could never be said
but better off read.

Can it truly be
as bad as you make
it seem
to love you for only you.

That is how I love
love only you
not for what your body offers
only what your heart hides.

I am your hearts light
in its darkest places
Your smile when nobody
is near.

For you its not enough?
Go ahead, go
leave the question unanswered.
october 12, 2010.
i wrote with this poem a quote from a german musical
"Ich liebe dich, und liebe sagt mal kann alle wunden heilen"
"I love you and love in time heals all wounds"
Trevor Comeau Jan 2011
Sitting here writing
im reminded about
how much I truly
lie.

No, not to you
or anyone in particular
but to myself, my mind
my mind and soul

To my mind I say
"we can fight it,
we will prevail"
The war was lost.

To my body I pray
"Get me through this day,
we will make them pay!"
War lost it likes to say.

To my soul I say
"We will live another day,
one day we will fly away"
We flew to the end.

Sitting here as I
write, I reminded
war is fought everyday.
Time to stop ******* lying.
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Trevor Comeau Jan 2011
We capture life
with a flash
with hope it wont be
forgotten past.

We post for all the
world to see
making our lives
no longer a mystery

We leave them up
for years and years
forgetting they even
still exist

How can we want
to save a moment,
but  forget about it
the next?
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its really just a poem about how we always want to take pictures of things but they end up in a box somewhere or at the end of our facebook pictures long forgotten till we discover them and remember how we felt that moment
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