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we spent the day believing in the future
we didn't set our clocks strange
but just spent our future time void of frivality
We lived intentionally,
As if tomorrow was our last
We jumped right over the present and started living it.
We ate our last dumplings
Kicked our past pile of grass clippings
Pulled a tick out of your dog
Bought the last box if bandaids.
You said we were going to need them to cover up all our mistakes
I hoped we'd save a few to push the broken bits of my heart back together.
we both hoped for scars
Reminders to the future
That at one point
We lived
 Apr 2013 Claudia Ramirez
Robyn
I'm sorry
I do not feel that way
I'm sorry
You did not know
I'm sorry
I thought I did
I'm sorry
But when I say "I have to go"
I mean
I don't feel this way, and I can't fake it anymore
You have always been such a sweet friend
And though there wasn't much to begin with
It must come to an end
I wish that I liked you, believe me I do
But I know that I can't
And I don't want to use you
So when I say "I have to go"
I mean
*I don't feel this way, and I can't fake it anymore
I sit here and I begin to ponder
Upon the past and grow with wonder
How quickly, how the tides doth turn
And green take over that once was burned
To see the change so quick, and stark
And so again, will I soon embark
Upon a path that leads me where
I do not know, though take this dare
I’ve learned so far that life is not
What I have hoped, my thoughts begot
Anticipation is what I feel
Embrace the future with honest zeal
There is so much that I must learn
To know this I have hoped to earn
So much, I know, I do not know
Tis arrogance, ego that is my foe
Open my mind, I ask from Thee
So that I may learn to be finally free
Of past transgressions and hurt and pain
I hope and pray, shall I never again
To feel lost in spirit with none to hold
In reverence, in awe, in all truth be told
Much more I see, this life for me
Let go of the chains  I may be free
To see with eyes not dark with cloud
And ears to hear the cries aloud
I turn my head and I look behind
One glimpse, just one, and I know I’ll find
That I have let go to what is past
And find the future, my heart at last
There was a little boy named Andy...
He was only nine years old when he died...
They buried him under a willow tree...
His father was so sad that he went insane...
One night he went to his son's grave...
Dug him out quickly...
And carried him home on his shoulder...

He then made him a dummy...
Turned him into a wooden dummy...
Painted a stiff smile on his dead face...
Put his play outfit on him...
Sat him in his favourite chair...
In the living room...
Put some music on...

He has gone home...
He has gone home...

He sang so loud that he got tired and fell asleep...
In his dream he saw his son dancing...
Bouncing around...
Singing out loud...

When he woke up his dummy son had disappeared...
He was not in sight...
He sought for him all night long but he could not find him...
He did not know...
While he was asleep deep in his agony...
Somebedy broke into his house and stole his dummy son...
Sold it to a russian ventriloquist for a few pennies...

He cried all night long...
He went back to his son's empty grave...
Crying...singing his sad song of loss and loneliness and agony...
When he went back home...
He found his dummy son sitting in his favourite chair...
With two bleeding hearts beating on his lap...
The hearts of the man who took him away....and the russian ventriloquist...

His father blurted out his happiness....
Held his son's cold wooden body tight....
Stroking his grinning dead face gently...
His son sat back still...
He stood still...
He was just a dummy...
Just a wooden dummy...
She walks fast and breaths slow,
A fiddle player missing her index
She runs now, she was always running..

A side of a truth—her only ally

Her ***** were burnt blue
with the Greek fire that tingles further with saliva.
But not hers they said, for she was stained
****** to purification through pain.

Her pain was sheer existence.
Every breath hurting more and hurting less
Continual life leading to death.
She is the morality of lust,
the end of a beginning..
Everything that endlessly entangles my mind.
All things.
The soothing voice of victory divine.
These words of love, hate, and indifference...
Interfering.
Intertwined.
The twisted kind.
The only love i can find.
None.
Neither.
Either way, nothing matters.
All i do is make disasters.

Redefining refined.
Silent semesters of sarcasm.
Mental spasms.
Pure poetry flowing thru me.
Freely.
I'll never regret it...
The feeling...
When you're giving like there's nothing else to live for.
A lust for love and life...
A life of love and lust.

This place where love is born...
And hearts are never torn by human hands.
Only human minds.
That smile
Oh, that cruel, cruel smile
You will never forget it
Nobody ever does

He was the melancholy writer
A quiet young man,
sitting alone in a cafe
on the corner

You loved him,
and he loved you
And for a short while,
He became the confident writer

But you ended it
And now,
He writes of you
Day and night

Cruel, cruel things
Just like that
terribly
cruel Smile
That line is shorter than this line.
That line is longer than this line.
©2010
Love is friendship set to music
A beautiful score played for us
A melody I will hold in my heart
And cherish for all eternity

Love is friendship on fire
A flame that burns so bright
That dances between two hearts
Intertwining them forever

Although it was for a brief moment
Our paths crossed for a reason
Syncing up for key moments
In each others' hopes and dreams

You came into my life
In the most unexpected way
The circumstances weren’t right
But we became friends

Over the years we grew closer
Helping each other through
The many twists and turns
All the good and the bad

We couldn’t see each other
As much as we wanted
Life got in the way too often
Forcing us to wait it out

But we spent each day talking
And we spent the time laughing
Making our days a little brighter
One conversation at a time

You were always there for me
When I needed you most
With comforting words
And a heart of gold

The love you had for me
Expanded to my daughter
And you accepted her as your own
When her father moved on

Now you have left this world
But you will never be forgotten
Your battle is finally over
You are free now, my love

You were the love of my life
The greatest friend I’ve ever known
The sweetest lover I’ve ever known
The strongest man I’ve ever known

As tears fall from my eyes
And sorrow fills my heart
I know this isn’t the end
And someday we will meet again

Until that day…
I will miss you so much
In memory of John Nix (Jan 25, 1977-Sept 9, 2012)
Bestfriend, Boyfriend, Soulmate
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