M Salim Jul 23
A moment.

The line between
empowered
& defiant

Holding within in it
the tenderness of our gaze

The night calls me
sometimes
tauntingly,
while sleep escapes,
sometimes
earnestly
to show me the truth
that day hides

It calls deep within
my being,
like you
It resonates with
my darkness,
like you

With you holding my hand,
I find my balance,
on the line

Will you stay with me?
For a moment?

Of real honesty
& if you want,
silence

The valley of space there,
& between us
pulling me in,
like you

A moment of
freefall
& endless endings

So we can choose
the moment
that ensures
our happiness

Where we find a way
to be suspended
in the warmth
between you & I

I stand on the edge,
below, the water surges
over the rock face
deep teal and chilling
a reminder that
beautiful can also be destructive

Like you.

In awe and wonder
I'm trapped
in these moments
Inspired by the great beauty of British Columbia and how it's grandeur and imposing nature can be reminiscent of imperfect love
patty m May 2014
The train chugs into town, its smoke
rising over trees, black
against the setting sun's spread of
blue and tangerine.
And still the pale and exhausted clamor
aboard dust and soot covered,
until the train slides forward exhaling.



Golden hawk your broad circles stretch the moments
until your talons touch down,
while the train recedes into mountain's
violet haze.



Old Simon, a fisherman
from a neighboring town
rolls a cigarette and looks around
then proceeds to tell
one of his stories.

He tells them in segments,
holding each of us enthralled
as he puffs and blows smoke
in the eyes of gullible youngsters.

*

Smoky mountain sunset
the train of thought
comes rolling in,
no arrivals or departures
just miles of rail going nowhere,
clickety-clack clickety-clack.
English Jam Apr 12
Sitting in some car in a forgotten parking lot
Grey marks the skies
Lush green plants peeping in
The wildlife of concrete and paint makes the perfect background
For
Little balls of liquid heaven falling on my windscreen
And some music to complete the scene
Each guitar line synchronises with each raindrop
Each blast of power thunder hits hard like heavy metal
But the soft clouds, the gentle ebb and flow lull me to sleep
Whispering, persuading me to dream
But I really don't want to miss this shard of time
I never want to lose little moments like these

A silver raindrop is born by landing on my car
Crash landing, rather
The bubbling pocket of mystery travels down
Swerving and slamming into other fellow pockets in crime
It's life cycle completes when it reaches the bottom
It races to it's death, unable to stop gravity's plan for it
Each drop morphs into another, making a wave
The rain weaves an intricate web of waves
All strutting their sparkly magic before me
I sense a metaphor for humanity creeping in
Millions of crescendos growing about
Too concerned with their internal politics to worry about others
But I stay focused on the beauty all around

I wonder if heaven has rainy days
If so, this must be one of them
I couldn't come up with a title for this one so...
Mei Jul 11
There are moments
so beautiful
that before it begin
it has to end.
Like our love
a firework lit
it started to die,
as it started to live.
Loving feelings can restore
balance to relationships.
If you can only bring yourself
to make it happen.
Kill the ego and selfish pride
that imprisoned you.
Set yourself free and
go for the one
your heart seeks.
Nurture the one whom your
soul loves.
For out of your
efforts to come out
of your cocoon will emerge a
beautiful lifetime relationship.
A love that is deep
can flow like the
river that leaves its
bank and flood
the whole unimaginable places.
Just like a finger
dipped into the oil
can infest the whole fingers,
so is the love that
forgives penetrates
the whole body
and darn all the
vulnerability to
show it's wounded
face to the sun
without being shy.
Acceptance is of
extreme importance
to bring desired pleasure
to placate and nurture
the heart to heal.
With pleasure the heart
is reverted to a blissful
sequence that is lovely
where both hearts will
feel safe enough to let
their inner child out
of the box to play.
Victory is accorded
to such a joyful end
while the relationship blooms.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Andrew Guzaldo c Jul 2017
There are moments of pain i feel,
I am sure soon it will heal,
As sounds of your voice linger within,
As does the gentle touch of nightfall,

It is then my mind equates to illusions,
And my pen in hand , and pad of paper,
Makes me dismiss all the confusion,
I tend to more pain, not knowing you're OK,

Or how you may get through another day,
The unknowns cause the most pain,
And make my tears fall down like rain.
I hope this wasn't a mistake,

My feelings for you remain the same,
In hopes this wasn't just that I'm not the blame,
I long for you now that we are apart,
But as in my mind, you live in my heart.

I miss you more than words can say,
And I hate that we are so far away.
But please may you know I think of you every moment in a day
And want to be with you in every way.

I truly hope this is not ended,
Because for me its been so splendid,
There is only one more thing left on my, mind,
So here it is I'll let it sound out,
I love and care for you more than I ever
Knew I Could!
A.G. 7/17
Copyright Andrew Guzaldo Amici Journal
KM Hanslik Aug 4
Today not all of our mistakes are failures
Today I'm closing the door on
the things we keep behind our teeth,
the ways we never learned how to be
soft, but always tried
our best anyway
this is a tribute to the lost sleep
the nights I keep marked in tallies on
my arms, the letters I keep locked up
in a dark drawer,
where maybe something besides moths and regret
will eat away at them.

Today, not all of our thoughts are broken
today you take me out of my skin and I learn how to dance;
the rhythm is choppy but I follow
it anyway, after all we are only testing the waters here
we are only stargazers
awaiting some grand cosmic miracle, we are waiting with our
hands in our pockets for something big to happen,
we are falling in and out of obsession
chasing strangers
around and around in circles,
throwing our
fists in the air claiming "not everything is lost",
slowly coming to the realization that
it's also true not everything is found.

Today you don't know what you're looking for but you can't stop
searching the horizon, like maybe if you peer long enough,
your brain will slow down enough to process
the harsh thump-thump, thump-thump that tells you you're still alive
that tells you you're still here
that tells you you're still waiting

And my fingernails are digging into my palms now from the suspense
of writing and re-writing my name onto strangers' post-its,
collecting them in the bottom of waste baskets along with
half smoked cigarettes and the soggy sop of
last night's rain, because
it is rare that two paths will cross in this world with anything more
than a brief flash of recognition,
it is rare that anything
better can be captured before it slips
down through the cracks;

but that thought was me eons ago
that was me in someone else's skin
today I'm putting buckets out to catch the things
we throw around & never keep,
I'm writing your story into my notebook & keeping a list
of "to-dos" before the big event;
tonight I'm in my room and I'm too busy to look out the window,
maybe the stars will flicker or maybe
they won't, but regardless
I'm still counting my heartbeats to know that I'm here
(and to count the time I have left),
I'm still marking the distance between my fingers and yours,
bringing your name up just to see how it
rolls off the tongue,
I'm still lacing
my shoes up with fragments of could have been,

reminding myself that not all
of our hearts are broken, and not all
of our moments are failures.

When I was younger
I had it all


But life took a turn
It all came crashing down
and I was left flat broke
Losing all that I owned

But when I did
All those who loved and cared for me
Lifted me up with love

And in that moment
I was able to see
How much
I truly had...

It was only when I had nothing
I could see that I had everything

And what a wealthy man I am
Written: July 26, 2018

All rights reserved.
We are weaved together by our stories, our history
Tales woven through our ancestry, when our parents talk of their younger days
When their life was ahead of them, the future was anything and everything, they speak of their old friends with ache in their soul
Of times when their hearts were filled with fire and passion, running through fields growing memories  planted by the world around them
When they could sprint the wind in their hair, adventure ahead, hope in their heart.
They speak of the days behind with woe
Because essentially just their ideas of the future as a young mind, was more exciting than reality.
As dreams failed and hope faded
As their minds wear and their treasured stories that made them who they are fog over
As threads begin to wear
As tales they once yelled to the world with pride frays at the details
Your whole world slipping away as the thread unwinds
But they get the joy of passing down the tapestry to their pride and joy, to the life they made, every one of us
Every moment we live with ease of no appreciation for every experience every laugh
Moments we take for granted
Moments we will pine for when they run out
Moments the elderly urge us with fire to be aware of the importance of
Moments we'll wish we listened to them about
There is a vast tapestry of memories behind you and infinite thread panning out in front of you, connecting to other tapestries, visiting at friends, at enemies, joining with soul-mates future, some cut away, some ripped from the tapestries to soon before they could weave their own
A loose thread cannot be fixed once more are made, and the patterns will never be what you want them to be, savour each stitch
Take time on every thread
You don't want to be sitting there 50 years old thinking about the life you wasted
About the memories faded
About how every slipping memories never like the moment you made it
Don't be sitting 90 filled with regret
Filled with hatred for every opportunity you left
Screaming into the voice about how much you hate what your life become.

because they say time flys when your having fun truth is time only flies when you're young.
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