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 Sep 2015 Keva Minus
Tomas Denson
There was a child once
full of  barely hidden laughter and mischief
emotions endlessly poured out and back in
like a tide tasting a new shore for the first time
Where is that child i wonder

there was a traveler once
thirsting for the experience and life seen all around
headfirst diving into the world accepting
fearing nothing and witnessed with wide eyes
where is that traveler i wonder

there was a husband once
overflowing with found shining love
joy swamping easily the baseless fear of loss
proven in horrible perfection in a moment
where is that husband i wonder

there was a father once
completely enamored of a tiny squalling form
filled with a something that could not be defined
until it was gone drained and replaced with horror
where is that father i wonder

there was a lover once
coupled a shy temerity with a respectful tenderness
opening to possible love as a flower to sun
bruised and rejected on occasion though ever hopeful
where is that lover i wonder

there was a soldier once
who stood up with passion for those who could not
heart on the sleeve and thunder on the brow
viewing the world as a problem to be fixed
where is that soldier i wonder

there was a fighter once
who smiled sadly as he fought and killed in the name of money
laughing at the jokes his companions made in desperate tones
as they hid the slowly acidic thoughtful fear of being the bad guys
where is that fighter i wonder

there was a man once
betrayed and broken by this world and his choices
looking back across the memories that swirl and sift
ashes and dust that are all the remains of a once laughing child
and i don't need wonder where that man is.
There's only trees and whipping vines in front of my eyes
I'm moving forward but I still feel their branches
slapping my cheeks like ice

I relate everything to the cold
my nose
and toes
and stomach
are always cold

I bolt forward through the pain
You're screaming at me
I can feel it
You're tearing things
throwing things

The river's current is louder now
closer
the sound is excruciating
and suddenly I descend
wrenched and dragged by ice arms

I watch you as you become smaller on the land
and I'm underneath
my body numb now
surrounded by silence
I close my eyes
*Goodbye girl
Goodbye world
 Sep 2015 Keva Minus
ThePoet
Mentally
insane,
psychologically
distorted
I'm physically
in pain,
and I'm
emotionally
contorted

©
 Sep 2015 Keva Minus
Ryan Hoysan
Farewell good friend
at least I'd like to say.

Your time is here
and I've just come.

I wish I'd known you better
so I could say a proper goodbye.

The stories I've heard
your joys i've missed

how I wish I'd been there
to share those times with you.

Farewell best friend
or so I'd  like to say.
I wrote this while waiting with my great grandmother as she was passing away. I didn't know her as well as I would have liked to.
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