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Jasmine Mar 2016
I wake up at 4 am every day just so I can see the sun rise
I look out my window at 6 pm so I can see it go back, set, rest
I marvel at its grandeur and I muse over how the universe can draw Breath and contain such a thing
You, my love, are my Sun

I watch the moon go through all its phases - new moon, first quarter, full moon, third quarter
I think about change; I think about its beauty, its air of mystery
I recall those articles I used to read about how the moon only shows you one side- the near side, from Earth
I ponder on all the reasons why the human race goes through all the trouble just to see its other side
You, my love, are my Moon

I look at the stars and get lost
I try to fathom all the reasons why they exist so close, yet so far away  
I attempt to conjure all the possibilities of a night without them
I think of what it would be like to lose sight of the only thing that keeps us connected to the unknown and the unexplored, the beautiful
I look at the stars and think, YES, they are the windows to the universe
You, my love, are my Stars

I think of you, I think of me, I think of us
I think of all the infinities between you and me and the truth jampacked in just three words, in just eight letters
I love you, merely words coming from my finite being meant to transcend all that there is
We are the universe

Shekh ma skieraki anni
Until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east,
Until the rivers run dry, and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves
I will love you, I will always love you
Perhaps I always did
Donall Dempsey Jan 2016
GETTING AWAY WITH IT

I give my self the
slip &

slipping into sleep
open the door of a dream

escape the dark
the monsters
jampacked under the bed

the dog's bark
fields away

the moon lighting up
my little room.

The monsters...furious!

"****!' they growl "****!"

Although they growled
something a lot cruder...ruder.

"He got away again!"
Sometimes Starr Oct 2018
What those jampacked detonators could've meant...
But time skipped ahead
They are partial duds,
My brain's anticlimax

I employ a jolt of levity,
In Zeusian style
And calamity meets calamity

Life is good again
And sweet Clarity is here
I am the little spoon,
She is holding me gingerly
And then, she woke up.
She decided,
This isnt what she wants.

She then calmly packed her things
Silently dwelled in leaving another home
Uh oh
Time to begin again
And said goodbye to the stagnance,
And with each step forward she gained a little bit of  valiance?
strength,
Confidence
In each step.
She remembers who she is.
Pain is there,
Tears at the waterfront,

But still,
Shes empowered in stepping back into her power.
On to the path of self discovery,
Self love,
And connection.

Strength is never easy.
She drives her tiny car jampacked in silence,
And silently starts to cry
The whimpers turn to gasps
No one there to stop them

Bawling so hard she cant see the road,
She doesn't know where shes going,
She doesn't know where home is,
But still,
She continues.
To go.

She has to do it for herself,
If she doesn't, no one will.

Dont judge yourself for getting lost in the tides
We all get lost in the waves
But there was too many crashes
For how short the waves were.
Doesnt matter about fair.

And today,
I realized what is, is.
And it isnt what i want.
With that, i say thankyou
But the new me is ready to sprout.
No time to shout
This ***** is out

Dont worry too much about right now,
And the future.
You will make the decision you were meant to make with the precision

Each step,
For yourself
Filled with love
Strength
And pride.

Her feet dragged,
Her hair messy, puffy eyes,
Unsure of what is next
But still,
She walks.

She continues,
No matter what.

For herself,

And that my dear, is love.

The love you deserve.

Nobody can leave for you,
Nobody knows truly how you feel,
Except you.

Love yourself like you want to be loved.

It isnt easy,
But neither is life.

You are love.
In your pain,
In your joy,
In your madness.

Is when your most beautiful.
Show up for anyone?
Show up for you

Show you what love really is.

The rest can undo.
Make your dreams come true.
Donall Dempsey Jan 2020
GETTING AWAY WITH IT

I give my self the
slip &

slipping into sleep
open the door of a dream

escape the dark
the monsters
jampacked under the bed

the dog's bark
fields away

the moon lighting up
my little room.

The monsters...furious!

"****!' they growl "****!"

Although they growled
something a lot cruder...ruder.

"He got away again!"

— The End —