You think that you were hurting me,
but I promise I was letting you.
Titles, they die.
In a bed of roses on
Top of its grave.
I’ll write this broken
Dream a letter,
Until the feeling of reminisce
Hoping that the
Thoughts, can maintain
Like saying goodbye
Being a weakness, instead of
Rest in peace,
To this love.
Easy to see clearly when cleaned properly.
No blemishes or streaks to block visibility
Outside you’d find sun and palm trees,
But only if you are looking.
Aka, learn from your past, don’t let it stop you from seeing the beauty of what’s ahead of you.
Disconcertingly, My eyes are as clairvoyant as the moon, I see you through and through, but yet- you are a stranger. I've loved you until the sun calls, while heaviness in my heart makes tears fall Can't save myself from all of the tumors called feelings, taking me down like a cancer.
She was asked about love…
“what do you remember?”
“No words” she replied.
“No faces” she continued…
“Feelings, tears, hope, the sun blazing, my eyes burning; my heart yearning. I’ve missed her. She melted me. Enough to write an entire book in my head. Kept me walking backward into an abyss, the unknowing, hurting, trusting her with only love to draw our painting. No practice, petrifying teachers leading us to failing, but we were trying to save ourselves from drowning, save ourselves from doom.”
But love died around us, died inside of us…all that was left, was the mourning.
Because we are
By a surrounding so dirty,
By people, so dirty;
My heart will break
My air will be
I am smoking past myself
Hoping that I outlast the path of my past
Smoking the last
Dream I’ve had
And watching it burn away;
It’s going away-
I’ve tried speaking into existence
I’m walking hopelessly away from a distance
Reality shows no mercy when you don’t
Take advantage of your second chance
Smoke leads you into a cloud
Leaving you asking
Where’s my passion?
Doubts, have to run past them
Until they disappear, into the smoke
Until it all clears away.
The World Wide Web.
So many things can be found on the internet.
Pictures of history,
1 or 1000 documentaries;
poems talking about love, about how their love has
“moved the ground beneath their feet!”
Some self-help sites in a multitude of degrees, from sex
to financial responsibility…one could really find the answer
to virtually everything,
Why does it have so much power over my relationship?
Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, WordPress;
each one of these websites are a vessel
to my distress. I’d like to care less…Because let’s face it,
none of the people behind my screen are on my team,
but would that include my queen? The one I’d expect
to be loyal to me, and not how many times she’ll get
Woman Crush Wednesday’d in a week? Or writing something clever enough
for someone to re-tweet? I mean, can someone point out a
solution or me…? What am I missing? Has the World Wide Web
made normal communicative relationships obsolete? And don’t get me
wrong…in many ways, I am guilty…I suppose I know it’s because
I know she’d read my facebook page before she’d pick up the phone
to call me, voice messages and house phones are..antiques. A letter is
like the Sunday newpaper, nobody really reads those things! Why, when
you have the internet to appease?
Wake me up when the phone rings…let me know when you can leave the world wide web for the real world with me.;
that no heart has a guaranteed breath…
that we will travel many distances,
but wherever our journey reaches,
I pray that there will be love left..