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 Feb 2012 Tyler Maurer
Carl Hoek
This old man in a bar
told jokes and reveled in reflections of all his youthful moments
there were three nuns
the last of which wound up spread out
it was great fun
in between pity laughs were shocking laughs
the old man mumbled
but i could hear him speaking from behind his curtain
of shimmering inebriation
i answered questions
and his worn off ear made the answers
Paul and Chan
they were young enough to learn what he had to teach about his great life
it was a great life
three sparkles in his eye lead to a decrescendo
that was a hint to look left and up
for life or the light that gilded like it
this old man made his friends
tipped well
had a son who just followed and laughed
and old alchy
he shook my hand in an old fashioned way
so very sincere
have a good life
so i will
Carl Hoek...******
 Feb 2012 Tyler Maurer
jjcsm
Do we stand together,
you and I
for surely we shall
need our strength
at least for a little
while

You hand entwined
all that I can hope
pinned upon the
likelihood of our
imagining

Your breath kisses
my neck as we
exchange the
love that passions
give

All of this
shall seem as but
a whisper of time
and, yet, who
can know what
echoes these whispers
make
 Feb 2012 Tyler Maurer
her
Dreams.
 Feb 2012 Tyler Maurer
her
I woke up crying last night.
I'm no longer safe.
I fear the one place that used to be my haven, no longer carries the comfort that my subconscious mind seeks throughout the day.
I used to be able to slip into the darkness and be covered by its blanket of serenity.
But I'm no longer safe….
You followed me into the dark with intentions so ill.
You ripped off the clothes that it provided my soul with and took great pleasure in staring at my ******.
You  mocked my vulnerability and laughed at my sensitivity.
My head swung down in shame, and my brain spun with confusion
This was my safe place and you trespassed it.
You really never knew your limits...
I felt a hot tear sting my cheek and watched it glisten as it hit the floor in slow motion
I wiped it with my foot quickly so you wouldn't see, but it was too late
You used it as ammunition, fuel to keep your wicked ways running.
You brought back memories that I stored so far back in my brain, memories that I never wanted to relive.
You engraved them in the palms of my hands, using my blood as ink.
You whispered them in my ears with a haunting laugh.
I stood there.. paralyzed, unable to fend for myself.
My body finally felt movement as I dropped to my knees in defeat
You won and you knew it.
I laid there in the dark.
Drowning in a puddle of my own luke warm tears.
My hair was soaked and my eyes burned.
There was no more happy, none. I couldn't stop the tears from coming…
I heard your footsteps as you finally started walking towards the exit.
The click clack sound of the heels of your shoes scraping the ground made my insides churn.
When they stopped, I knew you had reached the door.
With one hand on the door ****, you turned around and shouted at me,
Actually, more like a hiss.
You told me that you'd be back.
You said that every time that I closed my fatigued eyes, you'd be there waiting for me.
Then there was a slam. One with such conviction, a slam unlike one that I'd ever heard before.
My tears slowed down because you were gone, but they certainly did not stop.
I suddenly felt myself clenching bed sheets, and cold air flooded my nose.
I let go abruptly and gasped, wanting more of that precious fresh air.
My face was raw from tears and my pillow was drenched.
I can't hide in the night anymore.
I woke up crying tonight..
My dreams are no longer safe…
This is one of the first things that I've written in a while. I truly hope you enjoy.
They say that beauty may come and go
but I have seen death and have no faith to show
that once we die it lasts forever
and that's what makes life so **** clever.
For one day we will all rise again
with a story in our hearts
and a pen in our hand.
 Feb 2012 Tyler Maurer
Rob
Little was said
Yet both of us knew
As the hands on my watch so treacherous flew
Leaping too gleeful between stolen glances
Obscene in their haste
Making light of our chances
Still the word would not come
How could that be so?
When it seems twixt our meetings
Whole worlds come and go.


Ten lifetimes could never do justice to you
Yet scant moments are all I can treasure as true
When my hand touched yours
Then all earth stood still
With a jolt of raw power
A tectonic thrill
As if Physics had said,
“This time is theirs”
“Forget for one moment responsible cares”
But too soon did the sun race low in the sky
Our own thief of time that demanded “Goodbye”
So with fortitudinous smiles we both did depart

And that word left unsaid
Still sits deep in my heart.
“……sit with that special girl for an hour and it feels like a minute. That’s relativity!” : Albert Einstein.

Burns Night! – and that always needs a poem or two !!

25th January 2012
RD © 2012
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