Waiting On YouLife will never be the same.Waiting On You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You will never love me,
You will never realize how much I love you...
You're just a chapter in the book of life
The life that can never be,
Because I don't know when I'll be able to end this chapter,
When I can finally move on...
The chapter keeps getting longer and longer
Full of happiness,
I'm all alone
Even when I thought I wasn't,
When I was with you,
I was still alone
I just never realized it
I wish I had,
Or maybe I don't.
I wouldn't have had that happiness you gave me,
The spark of hope,
The flicker of light that life can be truly bearable
But that will never be...
You leave me to my thoughts,
All alone in this cold dark world.
I'm waiting for this chapter to end,
But that can't happen until I straighten things out with you...
Lovers' Final TrystGold and silver, like sunshine on fresh snowLovers' Final Tryst8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eyes of ice blue and cerulean sky
What tomorrow will bring, she does not know
Late is the hour, fateful time draws nigh
Goddess of the sun, shines in candlelight
Prince of snow and ice, bathed in ray of moon
Two white-clad figures, angels in the night
Cast down to earth, but he's heaven-bound soon
Sun's ray of light brings the night to a close
He knows it's their last, but says not a word
No time for goodbyes, but they don't need those
It'd just hurt more, silent tears gone unheard.
Spread your wings, angel, try your best to fly
But you'll ne'er get there, your heaven's a lie.
Friday NightYou're like a warm bowl of oatmeal on a cold Sunday morning.Friday Night4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The rose on your cheeks brings a smile to my lips.
And delights my eyes.
the art of waiting.goodnight moon, sing sweetly to me tonight. the curtains are drawn and your light is spilling under heavy cotton. i am lying with the windows open, and the shutters are drawn. the world is revolving around me and i am not moving an inch. i am still. i am the pinnacle upon which everything turns. with every breath i fear avalanches of mountains upon unsuspecting villages. you are too far away. i can't feel you, but i see you illuminating wooden floors. sleep hides from me in the back corner of abandoned closets. i am a statue and my heart is breaking down the concrete in my palms. i am fearless, yet i am carved from fear itself.the art of waiting.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i am asleep in my wakefulness and my feet swing to touch cool floorboards, i am walking the blueprint of my house in limbo. i touch the reality of granite counter and leather couch and leave nothing behind but the oil of my fingers. i reach the door and slide it. i reach the lawn and sink sole into dew-licked blades. you are not here, yet you are everywhere. the