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Posts tagged “lost

Wanting Peace


My heart aches

when moments relied upon

become confusion,

when the skies gray

no longer inspires my eyes,

I’m lost in a horizon,

a search

waiting for the tears

to come cleanse the walls

of my secretive integrity.


Take My Heart, Please


 

drawn-broken-heart-abstract-art-2

a broken heart – pinterest

 

For it is in your hands,

the soft sweet sensual

nature of her demeanor,

a smile that fades in mind.

 

For it is when we do know love,

the ache inside our body

is enough to want to

stop the motion of life itself.

 

For it is in this my tears,

I try with all the strength

in my soul,

to understand the freedom.

 

For it will be forever,

my heart in its organicity

always remembers,

always bleeds a tear.

 

For it is the silent melody

of a broken heart,

with no mend,

only a haunting silence.


Love is …


what once we knew lost

found in vacant storefronts, trails

in woods at our cost


Bewilderment


It happened,

today, while fresh memory brought me a distance,

the shadows revealed loss,

hidden in the crevices of the world I live in.

I couldn’t have predicted such pain,

I wouldn’t know where to explain,

something I can’t tell anyone,

except me,

I sit here,

I’m crying, on the verge of some

loss of sanity,

trying desperately,

I’ll not process this well,

I say to only myself,

because I cannot speak to you, I can’t tell you, I can’t find you,

I can’t hear your voice, your listening eyes, your spontaneity. I can’t.

I don’t know what to do,

beyond just slapping word after word here,

hoping somehow to find a gasp,

a reality of this mixture of ill and loss and some

emotional desperation.

I’m dead,

my heart has exploded inside,

and all I can do is ask it to stop,

so the hurt will go away,

I need the hurt to

go away.

I don’t know,

I’m unsure,

I’m impulsive

in a way that isn’t meant to draw attention,

I just don’t want to live,

with this,

I don’t want to have to recover

from

this,

I don’t miss

this.

I miss you.


When That Happens


I wonder if you might know,

how soon while in the throe,

I do my willingness throw,

my heart in full tell of your soul.

 

I wanted to kiss you there, again,

have you swoon, and shake the reign

of self-control, to let go while in rain,

we two could train love our refrain.

 

I really didn’t know when your lips

did touch my meaning how my slips

into an eternal passion silent clips

of my reality would loosen my grip.

 

Now it is today, I am so truly lost

again,

wishing now what is the real cost.