are you coming
better days
?
better days
better days
are you coming
better days
are you coming
?

lick the sky
say goodbye
and be proud
of yourself
that you even tried

are you coming
better days
?
better days
better days
are you coming
better days
?
I am waiting

-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet

There’s nothing like the early days of love
The only thing that matters is it
A beginning that will have no end
That first touch, that first kiss
One ever remembers
Two birds are on the wing soaring above
Keeping them aloft —- the winds of love

Trust and kindness intertwine
Looking out for each other
It all will be fine
It’s magic, a mystery
Creating moments to last for all time

There’s nothing like all the days of love
Doesn’t time just fly away?
The flavor and fervor grow
Happiness, the sign
The current kiss is as good as the first
The ardor never wanes
This is love, real true love
Two hearts it claims

my poems
feed off of lost sleep
and slowing heartbeats

but when the mosters
hiding in the dark at night
won’t let me sleep

my poems
are what keeps me
from being overrun with fear

I remember when I met you back in winter
It was snowing outside and really cool,
I meant to send postcards through the summer,
I wanted to hand you the moon;

I remember every book that you were reading,
You face glowed like crystal through the noon,
I'll love you forever, my lovely,

I'll hang myself really soon.

I do not knock at death's door,
I dance with him, closely interlaced
We glide across the river of souls
Throughout the night until it bleeds into day.
I do not spin free of his grasp
Nor do I fall from his hands to be laid in the ground.

I cannot fall from his hands for I am chained to life.
I am tasked to live on this earth to fulfill a purpose I am unaware of
One day I will find the reason I live, but not tonight
I dance with death, slowly gliding across the river of souls
I listen to his siren’s sweet songs, the promise of the ending of pain

Yet I hear the cries of the living
They beg me to stay to fulfill my purpose
They say I matter, and they say it will get better
They have faith that it will and offer me support

Their cries are powerful, they cry overpowering the sirens sweet melody
I am chained to living, but know the realness of death
I’ve grown close to death but am still called upon by the living
The chains of living had pulled me from my dance

And after many years of pain and guilt and sorrow I know my purpose
Here I warn others of the siren’s songs.
I warn of the empty promises of death and the deception of our dance.
For I have danced with death but am bound to life