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 Jan 2015 Phosphorimental
JWolfeB
I am the poem she has not written down yet
Creating poetry with our actions and love
 Jan 2015 Phosphorimental
JWolfeB
Imagine her hands on your heart
Tapping Morse code into vertical velvet walls
Hieroglyphs I am still decoding, present

My heart is better known as an island
A place for the shipwrecked
Beautiful in its desperation

Her presence an S.O.S. in sand
I am trying everything I can
To let her save me
Though the rain clouds
my windows
and fire rages
within my
core.

I still adore.

Though trespasses have been committed
and I've often said, "Forget it!".

I still desire more.

Though breath be scarce
and nights are long,
I reinforce
this is where I belong.

I pray to the Lord
whom watches from above.
And I believe in the good I come from.
 Jan 2015 Phosphorimental
JWolfeB
I want to orchestrate a collage of every mistake
Of all the broken bones of my past
The gnarled roots I grew incorrectly
Twisted metal of permanent choices

Music will remind me to stay present
Bones will rattle with a stronger future
My roots will show of perseverance
Metal a foundry of choices I refuse to rebuild
Learning from the mistakes of my past. I refuse to make the same mistake twice. Constantly working on a better version of myself.
Our relationship with the Earth
Can be defined by two choices
Parasitic or Symbiotic
We choose to be fleas
*Why not choose to be Pilot fish?
We can all live together harmoniously
Yet our first thought seems to always be immediate gratification
What can I get now?
Instead of what can I give now?
Even the tiniest piece of you
makes my heart full
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 Jan 2015 Phosphorimental
JWolfeB
There is a universe of dictionaries I will never read.
Library stacks of Volumes, collecting dust for most to see.

And here I stand in my ignorance.
Perplexed by your phenomena.
Extravagantly awaiting arrival.

Words don't always suffice.
When faced with extravagant.
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