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There was never a story so happy or so
Sad
as the one written the day She
Left.
Our coffee kisses tasted like hot chocolate;
Bitterly
sweet because She always added a double shot of
Espresso
and never told me. Her hair was a frazzled
Mess
because we had stayed up too late and slept for far too
Long.
She smelled like my favorite book and her
spine
was just as familiar. The day
Previous
She hugged me until I shook. I think I
Cried
too. That morning her October eyes looked
deadened
by winter. Our season had passed, and now She's
happy.
I wish her well. I always have, but the espresso
stained
my teeth. Her words stained my mind, and She stained my
Soul.
Truly, it's not easy to enlighten someone's heart
To encourage people who can't even see their faces and shadows
I fully understand because I've been there at the dark
A world that's ruled by emptiness and sorrows

I am not fully healed simply it's hard to start
My wound from depression are still open and fresh
Hopefully the message of my poetry won't miss the mark
That someone's mighty will entrust me and bless

Feed the hungry soul with hug and peace
Look on what we can give not what we are longing to receive
Plant seed of love to make the world a better place
Rather than grow fruit that will bear sins to every Adam and Eve

Refresh thirst of wisdom with word of care
Be contented of what life can give and offer
Accept that what's beyond have no really place here
Else a journey that full of melancholy and suffer

Clothe the naked with truth, with faith
Alleviate the poor state with proper knowledge
And so this was written before you'll see my wraith
The legend of once a depressed soul gives a little light with courage

Written: January 5, 2015 @ 10:15 pm

Mysterious Aries
 Sep 2015 Wade Lancaster
SK
I told you;
That shipped has sailed
And I watched it go
I watched as it sailed into the sunset
And then darkness fell
Just like the darkness that settled into my heart
But alas, I can only hope that one day the tide will change
Returning that ship to its rightful harbor
The harbor that longs to be settled into
The harbor whose ties are so strong
One will forever be kept hold of
Securely
Infinitely
But most of all
Lovingly
Nine months of anguish, despair and fear
Waiting for your child to appear
All that activity in your belly
The times drawing near you shake like jelly
Our son arrived safe and well
Pride and joy making hearts swell
Murray Alexander a name to remember
A loving mum so caring and tender
I'd do it again one after the other
For the happiness a child brings a father and mother
We'll give him the best there is in life
Long after he's gone and taken a wife
All that we ask for in return
Is his continuous love for his dad and his mum
this was written in 1980 and is copyrighted by the writer Gail Littlefair
 Sep 2015 Wade Lancaster
am i ee
trodding through trees,
Mother Earth
fresh and sweet,
twice this season,
twice so recent.

stumbled upon,
on the floor of the woods,
a pair of perfect wings,
not a feather disturbed.
only the very center,
the body,
not there.

a spine cleaned bare,
remained right there,
next to the
wings
of the penultimate one.

only silent space,
lying between,
each wing,
between  
each one.

oh what mysteries surround,
lying around,
not making a sound.
only for those who wander
and look,
and,
look and,
wander around.
the river flows into
the night,
stars parade,
ghosts of the air
chant strange songs,
the flowers once
spellbound
close with the breath
of the moon,
floating
i am a ghost too.
written on sunday
come alive and decipher the wiser
burn higher, with a fire in every fiber
try to find the mind of a survivor
guide your time like the stride of a tiger
leave behind the life of a fighter
you're defined by the ride and the rider
out of line to slide with the viper
let light shine through eyes of a spider
try to be advised by your desire
take no sides besides the side that is lighter
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