"forthe" poems
here they come amassing their potential greatness in the back of my mind
there they go a squanderin around
the bug spins twice for the amusement of the hypotheticals and sporadic leeches
the door slams shut before opening again forthe greatest of the releases
and the nonsensicals pour out just this once for perhaps the only andlast time
they march forth in order of smallest to largest. silliest to unprovoked
wearing ******* clown shoes and false faces
some with dollar signs still burning the palms of their hands
but most with 10,000 mile stares
do they still write for the universal, for the greatest spining reversal?
do they still speak in the most straightforward of riddles?
does anyone still read into them...
does the faucet still incessantly drip idealized water memories...
I can only see the slope, not the gradient
I can only feel the dew, not the grass
i can only taste the crab, not the shell
I can only hear the music, not thewords
facing divinity and scouring myself clean in the shame it forces
seeing the exact center of the venn diagram
and being blinded by the duality therein
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simplicity is the most difficult thing to master
books don't write themselves
authurs can't design inspiration
liquids still sing
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
In sadness I cry
For once again I tried
Interpret the signs
Of a love that binds
To touch a part
Of my heart
That has never been found
Still listening forthe sound
I move forward on
Seeking the new dawn
Washing away the pain
Of the truth I cannot gain
One day I will learn
To call the one I yearn
He is waiting for me
I need to open and see
Stop wasting time
On the ones who don't rhyme
With the sounds of my soul
Standing in truth of my goal
I look behind no more
On the wings of a dove I soar
Angels pick up my feet
Showing the trail is never too steep
For the love I have within
Never to share would be a sin
I am so cherished and loved
I fit in my angel wings like a glove
So as I bow my head
The tears are dead
What will be will be
As God walks with me
Holding my hand
As I cross this land
Once again
I begin
Listening for the sound
Of where my soul is bound
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 6:48 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like the world would be a better place without me. Sometimes I just want to end all the pain I feel. But then you came along. I can see the love you feel for me. I can taste the forever you have promised me. I feel the warmth of your body against mine. But then when you have to leave, because of how hard they try to keep us appart, things change. Thats when I hear the evil words they say. Thats when I see the crimson red pain escape from my wrists. Thats when I feel the desperate sharpness of my old friend. And suddenly the world fades back to the darkness. Then I hear the horrid screams of silence. And once again I feel cold and alone. Suddenly a small light comes out of the darkness. It's warm and causes me to look up from my lonely pain. I see your face and, again, I feelthe love and warmth you have brought me before. Once again I feel that forever I was promised. Though I still wait forthe question that will forever take me away from my dark place. The sweetest question that I will ever hear. "Yes" I wisper to myself in hopes that u will ask soon. When that day comes I know the light u have broight will fallow me as well. But for now I will watch the light and warmth follow u as u both fade away, and I am left here to wait alone in my cold, dark place.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC