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Today made me smile
Charlie simple words
Respect one another
Charlie gonna make a cool king
Lucky are we a small island in the sea
Charlie is on peace side
Only the best reside
                                        Here
Back at the shore, on my own this time,
I'm free now, yes, but alone.
I'm left with nothing,
No pain,
No rhyme,
On a beach less sand than stone.


The tide still licks the shore for crumbs,
But nothing hides beneath.
No voice calls out in dark, feigned scorn,
No stoic secretly cries for release.


The world outside worked magic for real,
It promised us strength in identity,
But now I'm just beginning to feel,
There's actually something wrong with me.


I can't go back until I know,
That your death has served some purpose.
What chance is there, to survive and grow,
When even ghosts can hurt us?


"Perhaps", I said, "it's all unspoken", aloud,
To myself, discovering,
How words can wound but silence drowned,
A heart that's still recovering.
A follow-up to my poem, "the Unbroken"...
I wanted to revisit "the interface" once more, where our traveler seeks new insights.  Poor *******... Nothing significant here, honestly, the concepts are off-the-cuff, almost random, but the mood I wanted was one of placing the reader on the cusp of despair and a subsequent hopefulness as we try to make sense out of life's pains.
I seem to remember all the little things
About me and you
The up's and downs, the in's and outs
All we used to do

All a part of life
In what we both went through
Still I wonder where I was
On the day that I lost you

Bringing into mind
All the memories
The ones that stayed behind
The ones that never leave

As quickly as they come
That's how quickly out they move
Which has me in constant wonder
Where I was when I lost you

There is no one more than me
That stands alone in the dark
Over where we were and used to be
Over where we both now are

We both shared the one key
To every door that we passed through
Now I'm here just trying to see
Where was I when this fell through
On the day that I lost you
You need the poetry
Of a pre-painted reality
To infected you with the disease
Called empathy
To get sick with humanity
Knowing there is no cure
And only the vaccine
Of apathy and greed
Could set you free
from that well released
Read as you please
Better believe what you see
Make us better human beings
Not nearly contagious enough
Outbreak of real love
A burning black rose is my heart and a white rose is my soul
Screaming images scan my thoughts as a shadow follows
Being alone, being social is not a good role
But the beating of torture seems to be acceptable

A scar for every issue seems to be an answer
Locking the positvity away and it never coming back
But love is even scary and leaves me in anger
I just want a light at the end of my life
A grand invitation in words of gold
A facade for the young and the old
Behind a mask of disguise
Hidden behind pretty lies
At a dance of illusion
Among the confusion
In black tuxes and grand gowns
With deceit, all abound
We swear to the other
To be the other's lover
Is it the truth or pretend
It will be known in the end
For as the moonlight fades
So does the masquerade.
All too quickly, the good enough
Was gone,
And the only adequacy we fostered
Was in the way we conversed
With our tongues.
Time after time,
Words failed to consecrate our
Understanding,
Left to dangle pathetically in the empty space
Where love should have been.

And so without fail,
The inky blackness of night returned
To overtake me.
I felt my way through the void,
Tripping over our skeletal remains,
Longing for the warm embrace of the familiar.
For hours,
I sat on the front steps of the morning,
Waiting for it to let me in.

I'd come to find that it was hardly ever lonely
In the place between the darkness
and the light.
I woke up with your voice in my head saying "I don't love you anymore." I thought I would die without you and I think I did, I've changed so much that I'm not sure I know myself. He kisses me and all I think about is the taste of your lips and I keep calling people your name and it tastes like poison and I can feel my heart breaking every time I think of you. Why did you have to leave? He hugged me and asked "Why is your chest so cold?" I resisted the urge to tell him it's because there's an icebox where my heart used to be. I'm playing all these game and I know it's Russian roulette and one day the bullet is going to go through me faster than my heartbeats the first time you kissed me but it won't **** me because I am already dead. My chest felt heavy when I saw you looking at her the way you used to look at me, you cook for her and she wears your clothes and my blood boils because I'm easily replaced. I can't get myself to delete our pictures together because I admire the happy person I was, I grieve my smile and my shining eyes in your arms. I grieve my happiness. My tears taste like ***** and I can't breathe when I'm with him because my chest is full of dead flowers you once planted in me, your love killed everything. Why did you have to leave? After everything I've given you, after all this love that no creature in the world is capable of. I loved you and it torn me apart. It ruined me. Deformed me. Stripped me out of what's left of my sanity and left me a lifeless shell trying to feel something in anyway possible. I miss you so much that I miss the stupid little things like making you coffee and scratching your back. I miss your fingers tangled in my hair while I lay on your thighs, I remember nothing else mattered in these moments and all I thought about was how much I adored every inch of your soul with every inch of my skin. My best friend cried at how much pain I was going through she wanted my heart to be pieced back together but she didn't know how to sew and I lost my heart to begin with. I'm hurting people, because I'm taking revenge on this world that made me a fragile doll broken to a thousand pieces by a boy that didn't know how to love me. I remember two nights before you decided I'm not worth fighting for how I was in your arms singing you a sweet love song and I swear you looked at me like I was the only girl in the world and after you left you told me it was all a lie and you stopped loving me three weeks before. There's no greater pain than a heartbreak. It's alright if I seep into the darkness because the light has long gone from my soul and if one day this ends up as my suicide letter; I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
A group of black clouds
gathered,
they had come to be together -
for the blue sky, had sadly,
just passed away,

The Sun
switched its warm,
radiant, bright light off -
paying respect to the memory
of another lost,
perfect Summer's day.

Heaven's gates stood
with arms wide open,
Heaven
flooded the grounds
below
with heavy,
warm tears of rain,

Upon these warm tears stopping,
A delightful,
sensationally bright,
hope-filled, 
glowing rainbow
miraculously came forth -
A sign
that Summer's rain—Heaven's warm tears,
were not, at all, in vain.

By Lady R.F ©2016
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