The sun sets but day only reluctantly gives ground
Those I need are embraced by darkness before I am
So I hold to this light
Because I know it touched them as I am unable
But, do they read this, know that my desire seen is but the smoldering ash cone of a volcano hidden beneath the waves.
Times passage
bound for glorious revolt
seeping wounds
give way to scars
aching in the winter chill
Raindrops like imperfections in glass
Looking out to faded grey sky
Light and patches drifting
She sits in the car next to me
Relaxed and leaning back
This woman I never talk to
Sharing this time
Always apart
Lacking even the courage to say hello
Or burst this fantasy that she shares this roof because looking at the sky is worth It
Worth the heat and the distance
She’ll exit her car, I’ll watch her walk away
Silent
Listening to summer rain.
time is a litany
a drowning progression of hours
lost amidst dreaming
foundering in the becalmed sea
melancholic drifting
the tide
carries away
the last remnant of what we were
Broken up and broken
Shattered up and shooken
Beaten and battered
You’re all that had mattered
Dreams are forever
But in reality it’s never
Reap and repeat
I wish it were more upbeat
But it’s all just ruthless
All my efforts are fruitless
These aren’t games that I play
But emotions run deep
For all that I say
I am here for keeps
Need a word in my ear
Something to tell me to stay
To make me take that leap
To fight all that is fear
And wait.
You said you were fighting not to love me, as if this were some kind of compliment. How was I to feel when told that given the choice to fall and trust that I would catch you, keep you safe, you chose to stay on the ledge as I hurtled by? How was I to feel when told you did not trust me enough to allow yourself the chance to fall in love with me?
And here I am left in the desolation, just one more fool who fell in love, one more fool who having fell will remember you forever.
One more image, one more weight that will never leave my shoulders, one more cut branch on a ever-branching future, one more scar upon my heart.
Where do you go, where the wild blooms grow?
And the sky is so sad with gray.
Lend me your lips that I may know bliss,
Until the thunder washes us away
You think you have forever, that you will see them later, that you have time, but it’s just not true. The person that brightens your life today could be gone by the afternoon. Tell the people in your life that you love them, they could just as easily be gone tomorrow.
Why is the portrayal of the ideal life so bland? Go to college, get a career, find a spouse, get married, live in a house with the character of a showroom, be happy but not too happy, love but do so quietly, steady, have a child, foster that child’s realistic hopes, child repeats the cycle, in middle age go to Bali and find that life is good and find that life is worth the sacrifices.
It is so bland. If this is what you want then fine, do as you want. I would normally say do as you desire but can someone living this way have desires? The most exciting thing in their lives is that fantasy or that illicit affair. I suppose that’s judgemental.
Give me fire and passion. Love messy and sweet and out loud. Unabashed, unafraid. Find art in life, find beauty in the world. Live for your friends, enjoy the journey not the destination. Listen to music, make your own. Sing even if you are terrible at it. Find the people who resonate, dance and scream. Be present in the moment, feel the world around you. Break free from all confinement, make love, have sex, drink and eat. Have rules but make them your own, make them be based in the things most important to you. Will you change the world from unrepentant same to multicolor? A life affected. Be sad, be angry but move forward. The happy times flow faster, let the bad times go by too. And always, always seek. Be it love or beauty, your passion or your dreams. We have no choice but to travel forward into the future, but we can choose how we step.
Are your hands as gentle as your smile, as cunning as your eyes? Do they move with the agility of your tongue? Are they as wicked as your smile?
Whisper to me your desires. Describe each touch, each pleasure. Tell me in crowds. Tell me with friends. Share your thoughts with me. Our secret world, encapsulated in our bodies and these whispers. Cast me furtive glances across the room. Your smile and the duck of your head. Demure when you’re anything but. Let’s find a place away from the crowd, I want the smell of you in my nostrils when I talk to your friends. To look at you with a smile, full of fire and promises. I want them to wonder why you blush so when I say your name. Hold my hand under the dinner table. Watch the fire dance and lean back into me. You are home.
Pelgris 