Crushed flowers are beautiful,
dried, pressed
not useful but certainly nice to look at
My sister affectionately called me a 'delicate little flower' one of the many times you made me break down, crushed from false accusation
until i eventually dried up
pressed myself until the pain no longer hurt.
I wondered why i had become such a fragile thing
shouldn't heartbreak build you up, a learning experience rather than reducing you to a few petals and a stem.
i feel more like a tree
green and great during the warm summer months
unaware of the freezing winter winds that will blow away all my protective leaves. barren. cold.
i hope someday i will become evergreen
beautiful, tall, luscious and full- pine or cedar or spruce
staying fragrant all year round

but for now i remain a daisy
nothing special
dried, pressed and crushed between these pages, within these words.

In lonely moments
I stroll the waning memories
when love pure smiled blissfully
deep within a fawning heart

a wistful melody arises untainted
like a steaming enslaved passion
                         breathlessly released
                              unrestrained,..

         ­                          evident
                    as the pressed and dried flowers
          cuddled between life's ardent petaled pages,
                         bookmarks of the heart

                         traces of the wild bouquets
                         that often soothingly caress’d
                         the energizing tingles  
                         inflaming a tantalizing touch

                         the yearning  empty voids
                         feverishly undressed,
                         traced in the hidden sands
                         of unexplored oceans..
                        
                         though time and distance
make the bereft heart grow helplessly fonder,
memories fade softly as the summer breeze befalls,
  
                         as gentle feather’d touch
                         the evanescent sunset afterglow
                         where the earth and sky align
                         the dimming of the day

         loving can heal
the poet’s bleeding words,
loving can mend your soul ―

                         the perennial dawning of an
                         unpromised new day
                         will someday come again

        bequeathed like the bluebird’s mirthful song
to bring forth nascent wild flowers’ blossoming petals
              flourishing in the meadow of my heart


                 *Someone you used to know

And like moments
were words
I made a wish
to the stars…

And now

Soon I will hold you close
envelop your heart
kiss your loving soul
and when the words
become so real
that we cannot stand
the electric energy
that flows...

Those moments
will be ours.. alone
with each other...

And again and again
we will meet
after dark
as the moon
yawns in awakening
and the only
light to be seen
embraces us
in a sparkling soft shade
of silver blue.

In that secret place
we will always meet
where the clouds greet
the swaying trees
sprinkling moonlight
in the shadows
as your touch
lingers on my skin
a radiant heat
melding slowly
with the
tingling warmth
your love
blankets me in.

Winter, winter mornings
What you going to promise, promise me
Winter, winter morning
You might have been the diamond
Wasted like a diamond,

Wasted love
Untasted love

I am walking all your blocks
Onward to hopeless
***** passing ***** by
An asbestos blanket to wrap the homeless
A man who knows his worth
So falsely

The cold is painful
There's a ditch with my name in it
As the sun shines so brightly

Please don't see me, you see so kindly
Your kindness kind of gets to me
I still have some things left to lose

There is you
And there is me
You have someone
And I to have someone
Yet both of us talk
Hours in the nights
All secrets shared
Most tears spared
A pull from each side
Never confessed nor lied
You are single
And I to am single
Each day we look forward
To talk and chat
Familiar, but haven't met
It scars me to admit
The feelings that sit
Within my heart
Towards your heart
I know its wrong
But our own drag too long
To take further steps
In life, to the depths
And now this has happened
What am I suppose to do?

©sim

Not so fast says poetry
I wont just leave you like that.
Please please do, I beg it
Leave my brain intact.

I have carefully glued it back together
With counsel, and with meds.
I fear this is a relapse
Have our talks not come to and end?

More meds does not make my life easy
I struggle with quivering hands, sleep and appetite.
I have asked you to kindly leave me
With myself i have ended this fight.

What more do you want me to do voice?
Have you not done enough?
I wont post anymore on facebook
But that does not mean this is tough.

I have chosen my path
I have chosen to live my life
But you whisper softly to me
And it makes me want my head to the knife.

Voice, listen i don't mind being wrong
That book from my life is gone
I just want to be at peace with God
I want real faith not illness dear Lord!

I have begun to rationalise
That this just cannot be real
I have identified that the staunch belief
Is a part of my illness. Thats how it feels.

Whats more i dont need to believe it
I have enough love in my life
If you continue to taunt me
It might ruin my chance of being his wife.

I am done with the book
I am done with the connection
It means nothing to me
I love my new found clarity.

So dont come back here again
With your insistent "calling"
I swear one day you will feel my pain
I am sick and tired of falling

I have job now and children to teach
I dont want this book or to preach
I dont care for any of its magic
This whole **** thing has been tragic.

So run off to where you came from
I dont need to listen to you
I dont need to wait for answers
Voice, i am finally through

i was underwater.
swimming with the fishes
with the stories
of names i’ll never
quite be able to place
and then you dove in with me
just as i was wading to the edge.
you swam around the room
a rainbow trout
amidst schools of minnows
i love them all
but you’re just such a pretty color.

i let my feet dangle in the water
as you kept diving deeper
you’d look at me
from across the sea
send a wave toward my shore
i feel it crashing into me even now.

standing beside me
both of us swimming in
different depths
you looked right into my eyes.
i knew if i just held you there
for a little longer.
just a little.
i felt like the moon
dragging you toward me

i swear to god you almost kissed me.
i swear to god i would have let you.