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skaldspiller Oct 2016
I remember you in the worst ways
in flesh flayed from my bones
and exposed nerves in my brain
that hang my words.
and stiffen my spine.
and the catch in my throat,
when he asks to hear my music
or to hear me sing
I freeze
and grow quiet because now I'm afraid
though he has kind eyes
one day his words will come harsh like yours
This is your legacy
fear written in my skin
and an inability to let someone care for me.
I'm stuck in this
and I'm so tired of you
being in my head,
that every negative thought comes branded
In your voice.
skaldspiller Oct 2016
Every little thing
the phone calls,
and you wanting to see me
and the little things you share
infinitesimally small differences
in how you trust
and how my heart beats
i haven't fallen in love this way before
this isn't the flame i remember
but its not one ill soon forget
skaldspiller Oct 2016
Moonstruck
stareing out windows
Frantic fingers type
Manic words
About things i cant explain
Yet need you to understand
Like why i reread the same books
And why i think its funny
That you have the same passion for math
That i have for words
And how those things
Covort in my brain
Like children trying to play the same game of pretend
And that it works for breif moments
Do you see it
skaldspiller Oct 2016
As a writer
I just want my words to reach out
With nimble hands
And play
the bright strings of light that connect us
Like a harp
To send vibrations through the world
Along these passage ways
And maybe stumble along
Finding the red strings to peoples hearts
And pluck at them lightly
Sending out notes
A bit deeper than before
In hopes of reminding them
How important it is
To feel something .
skaldspiller Oct 2016
In the not so simple way
Like dawn light on the moors
And those lines scrawled
On ancheint brick walls
Like the same reason
That that scene in that movie
(Ive watched 100 times)
Effects me so
You stir somthing in my soul.
skaldspiller Oct 2016
I am waxing poetic to my best friend
I am thinking of the veins
Beneath my feet
And the heart beat of the universe
And i am feeling something
Like something before but completely new
skaldspiller Oct 2016
You're the unexpected dollar in my pocket,
Or the dog that came up for petting,
Or the song, that I love, coming on the radio.
A red leaf on brown mulch.
A simple good thing in my day
unessential, but wanted and beautiful and bright.
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