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 Nov 2014 icelandicblue
Jack
~


Closer yet still far away
my heart does feel your beat
Tempting as a summer’s days
or something quite as sweet

Over valleys long and true
I long for but your touch
Just the very thought of you
does make my world so much

Reaching at a beacon strong
on the horizon’s line
Waking from an evening long
in hopes that your are mine

Falling quick upon my knees
gazing to the skies above
In this world that all do see
please send to me her love

Stars surround my every dream
in solitude to know
Cast off by a tiny beam
this evening’s moon does glow

As it washes on my face
the peace I feel so deep
Memories I can’t erase
forever I shall keep

Touch me from this distance far
and bring my smile to feel
Softness of the way you are
in love it feels so real

Break from this which you do hold
and cast these feelings true
I’m waiting on this moonlit night
for but the love of you
 Nov 2014 icelandicblue
Jack
Eternal
 Nov 2014 icelandicblue
Jack
~

Now as twilight calls
and chilly days linger

Shadows formed
on dampened earth
from a sun setting
at desperate timelines
find me standing,
amidst those silhouettes
of shapeless forms

waiting to catch you
if you fall
She is so beautiful
Short sun golden hair
Eyes made by the stars
Truely a majestic being

Of course she has flaw
A limp when she walks
Small weakening bones
A voice that lacks of an impaccable speech

It hurts me
To watch her hurt
Watching everyday
Death approaching slowly

My love for such a small child
Shall never be understood by anyone
Except by my heart

I though I understood it
But I didnt
The pain I mean
You know the kind that haunts you
Follows you like a stalker
On the bright side
I must say that every morning
Right when I wake up
Theres a split second
Where I am at peace
Where everything is okay
Then it all comes back to me

It hurts me
To watch her hurt
I thought I understood it
But I didnt
That no matter how much I pray
She will be the one sick
She will be the one in her grave
Written about my little sister Destiny. I shall continue to pray and hopfully find my hope again.
 Nov 2014 icelandicblue
E
3%
 Nov 2014 icelandicblue
E
3%
i miss you
in the plainest of cliches
between smoke breaks during work
when taking trains to unfamiliar locations
when i meet new people who share your name

you put love into me
yet left nothing but dry blood

every thing relates back to you
i ate you up
and now i'm having trouble digesting
I'm in love with someone's daughter
living in the shards of a broken home
Cutting herself on two year-old letters
These are moments she can't fake;
reasons to feel alone
So used to abuse, her tears start to shake
I hold her close as her head starts to ache
"I love you too much,
so I can't let your heart break."
She said, "I know you love me,
but you've made a mistake."

I never meant for anyone to be my pulse.
I promise not to step on your feet
if you teach me how to waltz.
so I brought my writer wife
(prominently pregnant)
to the hospital
and on her bed, she screamed:
"weren't" "hasn't" "couldn't" "shan't"
"aint" "hadn't" "you're" "isn't"
"aren't" "didn't" "wasn't"
"who's?" "what's?" "he's" "she's"


The doctors were confounded
and they turned to me and they said:
"What the hell is she doing?"

And I replied with double speed
and a violent sense of urgency:
*"Don't you know?
She's having contractions -
she's a writer"
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