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little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.
i got vapor for a soul
fleeting smoke, no remorse
i shiver at the sight of all
like my mouth chiselled
like my eyes drawn shut
blinds replaced by a wall
we are not humans here
we are abandoned homes
lost cities
twelve thousand feet under
sunken ships, skeleton hopes
we rejoice at the dark sky
thunder inside my bones
we are sad
we drink the fallen king’s wine
we are mad
mad
mad
mad
we call it victory.
i call it sweet release.
sometimes, to write for yourself is a must. write about what it feels like, and how it hurts. doesn't matter if they don't understand. they're not meant to know.
I do forgive you.
That doesn't mean I will let
You hurt me again.
You can forgive someone and still not trust them.
 Apr 2018 Rajinder
Colin Makgill
Whatever a smiling ocean is
With its grin as wide as dunes
And its lips pressed to the moon
Walking with the creatures of the deep
Where magma crawls and the rocks creep
Through sandy meadows filled with reefs and scales
And a stormy shadow of sunken sails
You'll see the sun piercing through
Where all you can breathe is blue
 Apr 2018 Rajinder
NewFoundPoet
You always said, “I don’t know what you see in me.”
Allow your soul to be a canvas,
As I paint you with these words.
Never lose them…

Lover
I see the sunlight in your skin.
That’s why I kissed every freckle and then one more,
So you’d know not even the sun…
Could love you as deep as I can.

Lover
Your hair,
Smells like every rose I’ve ever encountered.
That’s why when you’d leave,
I’d steal your pillow…

Lover
Your lips,
Are made of the softest velvet.
I’d touch your face when you’d kiss me,
Just to make sure they were really there.

Lover
Your eyes whispered,
“Baby… I could ruin your life.”
To which I replay,
“Sweetie… I want you here, to ruin the rest of my life.”

Lover
Your heart… Though tattered and imperfect.
I reached out with trembling hands,
Rest your weary heart here…
For I will never let it fall to the ground.

Lover
The night you said with tears in your eyes,
“Don’t let me mess this up.”
And I promised,
“Just don’t go…”

Lover
The night old love reached out,
I need you…
Yet, You returned to me,
What we had just too good to lose…

Lover
From that moment, the sun rose for me…
Until love left…
Not in a burn out, more how the moon delivers the night…
Heavy and silent…

Lover
New beds, galaxies away…
My love left…
On the tops of mountains,
The bottom of the ocean,
In the middle of the forest…

Lover
Every morning I hear that door close,
I walk to the edge of the highest cliff…

Lover
I am still longing for you…
Are you searching for me?
Because, I am still right here…

Lover…

Lover…
 Apr 2018 Rajinder
Polar
In the stillness of the dark
I sit,
And outside my window
The night holds many possibilities.
People move within the shadows
Barely visible to the naked eye
Living shadow lives alongside my own.

Do we dream together?
And will love survive death?

I see you
In different times
Living different lives
And myself as a shadow
Living my own shadow life.
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