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I think of how his tears evaporate when I rub them in between my finger and thumb
I see his scowl of anguish and all I can think to do is kiss him
Cry with him
Mix our salty dewdrops together
So he knows he is not alone
He is not the only one in pain
That I am here with him
Holding him holding me
absorbing all the hurt that I can hold in me
So it won't be within him

I sit in his lap
He holds me as I shudder into him
I hold his face in my hands
Forehead to forehead
The tips of our noses are wet with each others tears
Swirl the salty dewdrops into our skin
Breathe deeply
Inhale my exhale
Please know that you will be okay
We will both be okay
As long as you hold on to me
I will hold you to to my chest
And we will let the pain run down our faces
I will cry for you, for me, for our souls, for the hurt and anger
Cry for me my love
Cry for the pain,
what's lost
And for the fact that one day this will end
I'm only getting a head start on the damage your absence will do to my sanity
Sometimes I had had to ignore her,
For I had to focus on my life,
So that I could make it shine,
And then on in future make her mine,
Unopposed from the society on the whole,
That included both our families & friends,
But she couldn't just wait for a little time.
The concepts of attention & neglect are relative. These can't always be meant as such. Sometimes to give proper attention to our love later on in life, we must ignore it and give preference to life and success.

My HP Poem #1082
©Atul Kaushal
Another year in your life, another 12 months your heart has been beating. Another 365 days your lungs have been taking in air. I hope you have lived so much that your heart skipped beats, and your lungs lost their breath. I hope you did so much living that your organs couldn't quite keep up with you. I hope your heart swelled with love and that you always reached for the stars. I hope you smiled every chance you got and that you were able to jump out of your comfort zone. I hope you made memories to be remembered for a lifetime and that you touched the lives of others. I hope you do even more living this coming year. I know there are big things waiting for you at 27, and i can't wait to see all the beautiful things god has in store for you. I hope you embrace each and every one of them, and truly live.
Have you ever had so much to say, but no way to say it?
Every answer you've sought to find is true and tried but still,
to no avail, you're tongue tied.
Like the words behind your lips are in knots
and they're not as simple to detangle as earbuds,
(ha, what a laugh, even that is like rocket science)
Do you see the point I'm making?
It's like your own thoughts are encrypted
and you're forced to try and crack the code.
Like you've just self medicated with poison, and now,
you're trying to create the antidote
with shaky hands and eyes blinded by confusion.
It's like walking down the street with your shoelaces tied together
or sitting on a not so metaphorical bed of nails
Difficult, to say the least,
hell, even painstaking,
to want to scream every word at the top of your lungs,
but have no words to produce.
betrayed by your vocal chords, you're left mute,
and feeling stupid.
To have such a valid point but no way to make yourself understood,
It's like putting together a puzzle without finding the corners first.
Do you ever have something to say, but no way to say it? because I sure as hell do.
And all the monsters went disco dancing
The bats and ghast did join in too
The blazes lit the stage a flame
And they all recited the words to "fame"
And shouted "I want to live FOREVER"
Creepers and Steve did twist and twirl
But left out the hiss and boom
No fighting on the floor
Just strobing lights and boogie woogie feet
On the night all the monsters went disco dancing
Drinking coffe watching my son draw a of minecraft picture of the characters dancing...
 May 2016 DaSH the Hopeful
z
deep ocean steel
challenger deep steel
abyssal
like a bulkhead
behind the temple like lapis lazuli
fleeing something
the closest thing to life that isn’t living
i’ll put you up against my flesh
and compare and contrast
fleeting images of cold rainstorms
and flashes of light
flashy blade
from far away, a signal
candid steel
lucid steel
halcyon
mute sensations in a cathode ray tube
except in exactitude unmatched
and louder than the loudest
vocal cord vibration
and silent too, not a breath
escapes the hostage
with steel against its trachea
unsolicited speed
home run
thrown into the wall stud
luxurious scentless tasteless
and so rich and tasteful and sensual
if I’m in love with you steel,
I must be a necrophiliac
or not
 May 2016 DaSH the Hopeful
z
turn off the ac
turn off the fan
open the windows
don’t hear,
do listen
turn off the light
turn off the lamp
turn off the music
close the book
lay down
close your eyes
notice things
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