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Bluejay Nov 2014
As I stand
at the water's edge,
the warm sand
packed between my toes,
I look out
as far as I can,
hopping that you
are doing the same
thinking of me
thinking of you.
The moon is
just barely
above the ocean,
we are standing
in the only two places
negativity
can never touch.
Because I know
one day soon,
when things are ready,
I will come home
and so will you.
I miss you,
but the serenity
reminds me you
are still alright.
I hope you
have a great night
and know
with all your heart
that I will
forever
love you.
For Alex (nei)
Bluejay Nov 2014
The television went off
The children stopped in mid laugh
The mothers sat drinking lemonade
The fathers ran out of gas on their way home
The dogs crawled under the bed
The cats lept off the counter
The fire between us burned bright
You stood beside me and held tight
I kissed you and the world stood still,
as we danced in perfection
For Alex (Nei)

a dream i had
Bluejay Nov 2014
Adventurous impulses
Become beautiful
Creative
Delights.
Exhilarating
Falls for
Gathering that thing
Happiness we want.
Inquisitive innocence
Jaded so quickly,
Kindness rare as
Love seems to be.
Money the only goal
Nothing else matters now.
Occult beliefs
Plaguing the supposed
Quaint minds
Revealing so called
Sins and regrets.
Truth no longer
Ubiquitous as it was.
Violence
Wafting delicately
X-rays often needed.
Young wishes for
Zealous days shall remain.
An ABC poem
Bluejay Nov 2014
Water
that's all I see.

Rain
day in and day out.

Floods
everywhere and anywhere.

Plants
don't need so much.

Humans
don't know what to do.

Water
its literally all over.

Rain
its ruined a lot.

Floods
deeper by the moment.

Plants
drowning in their only friend.

Humans
going crazy unnecessarily.

Water
it needs to dry up.

Rain
it needs to stop.

Floods
they need to go away.

Plants
they need some sun.

Humans
they need to chill.
living in Louisiana during Hurricane Katrina really effects a poet
Bluejay Nov 2014
Unjaded swift memories
flood my inquisitive mind
easily yet forcefully.

Seeing you again,
watching you smile,
hearing your laugh,
and sitting on your lap
remind me of the games
you played with my feeble head.

How could you expect
a child like me to
understand the drama
you ****** upon my
tiny soul.

Who did you think
I was? Who did you
want me to become?

Where was your heart
in all of the stories?
Where were you when
rain beat down my
corrupted dreams.

And now I know
just who you were
and what you wanted.
Though those day
you were my friend
still haunt me
like the ghost of your past.

I still remember it all
the taste of your words
that poisoned my soul.

The smell of your
potent dreamless
thoughts and solid
fears and bravery.

The feel of your arms
around me when you
wanted me to fall
for your poor me
victimized scenarios.

The sound of you
breaking my heart
each night then again
when the sun rose.

And most of all
I remember watching
you tear up everyone
and everything
in your smooth path.

I often get these
ghost flashes from
being under your
so called care and
fading from my true self
into the transfigured beast
you wanted instead.
for my father and my "kidnapper"
Bluejay Nov 2014
I appreciate you
though I despise you
to the ends of the earth.

I appreciate you
for helping create me
yet I loathe everything
you do and say.

You killed me so many times
and still I appreciate you
for teaching me the strife
I will
never
need to cause my friends.

You ripped me apart
every single day
but I appreciate you
for reminding me that
I deserve much better.

People hate you
I appreciate you
though you've done me
more wrong than them.

I love your soul
but I can't stand
the rotted rat you
really are.

In the end please know
I appreciate you too
for my father
Bluejay Nov 2014
One tiny dip
into the paint
of soul.

Just one sip,
a little one
please.

Then I will
form a true
masterpiece.

A moment until
I will really
dance.

Colors of blue,
green, purple, and
pink.

To create you
within my life
again.

There's no heart
but lots of
pain.

Why'd we part
with so much
left?

I'm off to paint
another work of
art.

I'm no saint
but its for
you.
For Alex (Nei)
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