Yesterday You Never KnewTell yourself you'll wait until tomorrow,
The yesterday you never knew.
Let the skies wash away in loneliness,
And the air breathe with your heart.
Remember tomorrow as you move
Through the days gone by,
And dance with the bitter joy
That comes when yesterday was tomorrow.
Today is the moment,
Eternity stretched across
The singularity of time.
It's never ceasing, and ever present,
Yet always never here.
Fleeting faster than the light,
And dancing more joyously
Than we ever could.
Tell yourself you'll wait until tomorrow,
The yesterday you never knew.
I imagined me with youeven if i deserved a happy ending, yours is far more beautiful than i could ever have.I imagined me with you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and though i'd love you to be my warm sunshine, i know that i could never hold on to you.
so i guess that means all i've got left are these forgetfuls to remember
Dear justagirlDear Justagirl,Dear justagirl6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I've been meaning to write this to you for quite some time. I've always wished that I could make you see just who you really are. But you never listen. So maybe you'll hear me in this letter to who you claim to be.
You're not just any girl. Not at all. Your silence brings beauty to the words of others. Your words crack open the things left unsaid, and shine light on all the places few dare look. You have a way about you that whispers of a majesty, and yet you always hold others up beyond yourself.
Your eyes could scratch past the surface of the "hello"s and "how are you?"s. You refuse to see less than all there truly is.
I wish that others would let you know, and maybe someday you'll figure it out. Because I know the truth. Can't you just once try to see who you really are?
Music in the FireBut there is music,Music in the Fire7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost in the fires and flames.
It gurgles and dances
With every flickering light.
And the music is soft,
But grander than the sun.
The words to which are lost
In the dance that is never
Learned nor taught to anyone.
Even the ashes dance
With a wordless joy,
And the wood gives light
For its silent harmonies.
Remember all the days long done
And all the time we've never had.
Remember the air, as it burns
With a heat now harsh, now soft.
And all the words spoken above
The flames. That's the dance,
And the music of our time.
That is the hour spent "wasting"
Away. And yet still more meaning
is left there than anywhere else.
Washed in BloodWashed in bloodWashed in Blood6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will you ever be set free,
Of pain so great
in your bitter heart?
Wishing and waiting
Someday to find
That your Justice
I'm not saying
that what he did
But was I?
We have tongues
Hands of Iron
and Fists of steel.
Words now soft
and ever pleasing to the ear
are turned to Poison
in the whispers of
Hatred and Despair
Smack went the Hammer,
As Thunk went the Nail.
It was my hand, your hand, Our hands
That drove it home.
Lose My Edgeyou'll know when i lose my edge:Lose My Edge5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in that very moment when time reverses
and whispers become secrets
and untold dreams become empty songs
that fade away with visions
of eternity gone wrong
The Letter NnThe Letter N6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
nightsky dreams and
never spoken whispers:
the many meanings
attached to peopleplacesthings.
echoes of wisdom
found in the emptiness
between the stars:
beginnings of a definition
of who someone ought to be.
Is there any power in a name?
Truth Is What You'll Findthe truth is, i never really know.Truth Is What You'll Find5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don't know what i'm feeling,
or why my heart skips three beats
when she walks down hallways
that i've never even seen.
the truth is, that somedays i
feel like i'm holding air,
bottling feelings till they explode.
whispering secrets to the night sky
and wishing i could feel.
i don't know what i'm not saying,
and i wish that i could hold her.
but that can't happen. it's not possible.
i can't be there when the sun sets;
all this fear is seeping out
of the wholes that i thought
i closed up so very long ago.
and i don't know what to think.
the truth is: i don't know
the secret is: i wish i did
you wanted the truth, so
the truth is what you'll find.
Here We AreAnd here I stand again,Here We Are6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whispering words I know
that she will never hear:
It's drowned out by a
shriveling darkness of words
so harsh and broken.
When I speak of beauty,
she hears shouts of emptiness.
When I whisper love,
she only finds hatred
Starlit DreamStarlight dancerStarlit Dream6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the moonbright windowsill,
with delicate lace-tendrils
twined against her tender frame.
Whispers of moonlight
float across her eyes,
smothering the sunset
amidst her frosted gaze.
She hears the sound
Of sundown and sunrise,
amidst the colors in
her tired eyes.
ballerinas pirouette their illusions
to nature's lightening strike,
beneath her ebony, shadow sky,
with shooting stars spelling dreams.
Dreams of words and colors,
and whispers of wonder.
with hollow gems of tear-water
wrapping around her cheekbone.
her dreams are slipping away.
Starshine ReflectionsStarshine Reflections6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reflection and starshine
hold an invisible beauty.
whispers locked up
in the ringlet waves
paint wonders in images
that we'll never see again
reflection has an
invisible camera marked
by moonstruck stones
and bright bright stars.
The surface of the
water is her film.
sunlight on the river
and moonlight in her eyes:
all the light i'll ever need.
Maybe I'm Dreamingmaybe i'm dreaming,Maybe I'm Dreaming6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
but if i'm dreaming of you
then why should i care?
Wateredup Phrasesi still think i'm sundrenched thoughtsWateredup Phrases6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and wateredup phrases of longfound dreams.
i still remember those starlit nightskies
and whispered iloveyous found beaten
on the corners of broken curbs.
i can't escape these thoughtsideaswords
that shine from your moonlight eyes:
i am whispered conversations in a smile.
When You're GoneWhen you're gone...When You're Gone6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd hold the wind if I thought
That it would bring you back.
I'd drink the sky in hopes
the stars could shine
a little brighter,
to lead you home
daylight starsalways where you need to bedaylight stars6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
glittering sunshine into winter woods
and breathing summer into autumn days
always where i wish i were
waiting on a dawnlight never comes
never comes never comes
always right here where my heart
wisheswisheswishes she could be
in the midst of daylightstars
dreamcolordreams are just the pigmentdreamcolor5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in which reality is painted
Nightdreams and DaymaresWell if you're just a daydream,Nightdreams and Daymares6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I guess I'm dreaming of you.
And maybe I'm not a nightmare
afterall. Maybe I'm a nightdream.
But I guess that makes you something else.
You'd just be a daymare.
Lost Hearts - Collabdear journal,Lost Hearts - Collab5 years ago in General More Like This
i know i haven't written anything to you in a long while. it's been a hard week and an even worse year. i hope you don't mind. i know you won't. it's just... i feel cold all over. i stopped bleeding ink when i get hurt. can you find my heart? yesterday, i think she drowned in the river.
Dear boy with ice for blood,
Please don't hate me, but I couldn't save her.
It was a Sunday night and I was tired. We struggled near the pier. She was shaking and screaming, she told me it wasn't worth it, she told me you didn't love her anymore. Her hands tasted like fire and her eyes were glaciers, and I sizzled and fell to ash.
I couldn't hold her back. I'm sorry.
don't tell me that! i need to believe that i can wake up and she'll be here. it's all that keeps my blood thawed enough to breathe. i wish.... i don't know. i never know what i want. it's not fair. maybe someday these words will bring he
Thoughtsbroken dials andThoughts5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
whispered secrets: all we are.
all we are inside.
i'm just the painter,
of brilliant starlit musings.
could you be my paint?
you're never contained
by thoughts, words, actions, hopes, dreams.
not by anything.
Dreamwhispereryou could tell me that youDreamwhisperer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whispered a dream into a reality:
and i would never believe you lied
The Letter JjThe Letter J6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
comes against the wicked.
like the ocean's tide.
a decree of retribution
is all that i could give,
but He grants judgments
of forgiveness and freedom.
Why would i lose joy at the sight of our Judge?
SomedaysSomedays, I grow weary.Somedays5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Weary of hopelessness. Weary of emptiness.
Weary of remembering.
Tired of dreams about days that never happen.
Somedays, I think I hear my heart beat,
but I never feel the sound
What will he hear?when whispers from her lipsWhat will he hear?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reach heavy laden ears with
secret words and secret hearts:
What will he hear?
Sonnet 3words are like the colors of paint run drySonnet 36 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like summer and starlight carved in my dreams
whispers of wonder in ruby red skies
alike the sounds of my broken heart theme
my color full thoughts came out black and white
on parchment paper dipped in lostsoul ink.
found in the shape of the autumn bird's flight
lost in the middle of my cold heart blink
empty lettered moments in bright eyed stares
broken by the lyrics in a love song
i've got nothing left, but why should I care
with no more words left since it's been this long
not even giving this just one more try
when words are the colors of paint run dry
Sonnet II - CollabWe just can't stop, won't stop, don't stop running:Sonnet II - Collab6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
though amidst the tempest warning glares seek.
Only to be stopped by stars so stunning;
Imps watching, hungry for her heart's deceit.
Gauzed with trepidation, our Angel falls:
ringlets resting amongst autumn-kiss leaves.
A voice, singing soft, while her small heart calls
amidst this silent lovely autumn breeze.
Her Hallowed voice rung through desolate fields:
through the vacant blossoms and empty blooms.
Hear this moonlight, it shall be not a shield
among this darkness, among this dark gloom.
Pump her heart once; it cannot beat alone,
her binding tethers loose; now, may she roam.