dinner-and-sex:

I can’t be with you today
but if you close your eyes and think;
I’ll be beside you in the kitchen
wearing your shirt - standing by the sink.

I’ll be with you in the bedroom
waiting quietly on your bed;
Just close your eyes and think of me,
relive those memories in your head.

I’ll stand by you in the bathroom,
an unlikely place to meet;
I’ll smile at you so playfully
as you brush your teeth.

I’ll be your light in the darkness,
shining steady through and through;
You only have to watch it glow
to know I think of you.

I’ll be the music that you listen to,

I’ll be there in every song:
I’ll laugh with you and sing with you,
and comfort you when your day’s gone wrong.

I’ll be the wind that ruffles your hair,
I’ll be that warm embrace;
I’ll be the hand on your shoulder,
I’ll be the tender touch on your face.

I’ll be the clock gently ticking,
reminding you of the times;
We’ve shut the rest of the world outside
we’re in our own world - yours and mine.

I’ll be the moon as it dances
on the water cold and still;
For I have loved you always
and I know I always will.

Though you may not see me physically
as you live your life today;
Just close your eyes and think of me
I will not be far away.

AWW that’s a really cute poem!!!

youmakemeneedyou:

Another one from the archives - originally posted on 10th Feb 2011.

This one came about after stopping to look around me one day on the train following another delay and take the time to really notice my surroundings. To stop for a moment and really spend the time to take in the details of…

It called for vision,
It called for sight,
To see a scene,
Not ment to be seen,
No collision,
You must be smart and bright,
It is deep, look beneath the reed,
Just a volumous book to read,
Bound to make many a decision,
Mistake after mistake, the gist grows tight,
Keep it light,
You think you see, but you need a light,
Take stock and make provision,
You tread the path in the night,
From hard work and diligence may you grow sore,
But the benefits reaped will make you soar,
It shall give you wings to fly like a kite,
You shall see new part from it showing you life’s division.

My soul burning,
Head churning,
I an young and learning,
For i have no sake,
No grace, no love, no light,
My heart has fallen,
I am not myself,
I storm, I yell, I grieve, I feel no compassion,
I feel sorrow and anger, my soul contorts itself,
I am bent, I have no sustenance,
For the lord is my savior but here I am alone,
Crippled by anger and lack of control,
Commode I am,
To be shat on and then have it flushed but I remember it,
I remember your fowl stench,
Your rank countenance,
Your dropping in and leaving,
I remember,
But a week from now I will have pushed it from memory for my sake,
I will have learned and lost,
I have forgiven you,
Yet it changes naught what I felt/feel,
Care you not?
For I care not!
Finished!
That’s a wrap!
Never to be seen or heard of again,
Stay away from me,
Provoke me not,
For I can take no more,
My knees cut,
Reality has cut me down to size,
Bite size,
I feel a life swallows me whole,
Airless vacuum of life,
I count down my time,
My watch,
My watch, guard.

Please leave me be
Away from me I cast
For me and you can not be
For we are sometimes incapable
Of staying together
Its hard
Its rough
Its tough
Just to get along
Its, its almost wrong

Mad as a hatter
Lous as lion
And extremely mad
Someone help to make me glad
Sad so extremely sad
I cry
To get rid of the mad
I feel so terrible
So ripped apart
My heart
My heart

Take me to the ocean.
To where my heart sings
To where my heart once felt free.
Take me to the mountains.
Let me experience things known
Let me experience things all new
Take me to places you once knew
Places you learned to love
Places you learned to live
Take me places.
Let me discover me.
Let me discover you.

Heart pang,

Heart beat,

Heart strings,

Heart doth ache,

Heart doth throb,

Heart doth quiver.

Shrapnel, upon impact,

Lodged, in heart,

Fragmented, staccato,

Pump, don’t fail,

Holes in your piping,

Spews everywhere,

The mess you make,

The mental earth doth quake,

Mental shake,
This is not real. I am not dead, but with in my head, what is said, I must be dead. You love ne now, you love me never, you love me how? You loved me loud and strong, but not now, not ever, your love was wrong. I should have written a song, and maybe this throng, of hate and sadness will leave, but on our memory I cleave, to remember what was good and pure, when life had allure, when the birds in the trees envied our love. When it couldn’t possibly be an abomination to above. Cry out doth my soul, for she is tuning to coal. Black and useless, after being hearted too many a time, but to no salvation. Further she climbs. To the top of the sycamore and then the great cedar. As to jump off, and cough. Cough the junk off her chest, so that within her breast a new fire can be lit, like the old flame that made her happy. That one love that made her sappy, that made her weak, seeming like the romans or greek, such stature than made the gods rebuke, and the love even made her brute. Bold as brass. Tough as nails, through strong wind she hast sailed. But now pulling in the bay, skeletal and tattered. Albatross, still chattered. Ringing her neck. What next. Upon the next break.

Thud.

What is that noise?

My feet pounding the heavy sodden ground beneath my feet,

It is misty out here in the forest,

Thick trees, tall above my head,

The mossy, soft, damp ground, with wet leaves and twigs,

The vapors of the mist spray against my face,

My heart is pumping, racing,

Dodging trees and picking up speed, jumping over fallen logs,

Arms out in front, and leap.

The precipice at the end of the cedar wood,

Red, then white.

Blue spray of the ocean,

The white crash, the of anger and hatred. Yellow confusion.

Now salty vapors sting my eyes.
How now, my heart skips not one, but two beats.

How now, my heart grows cold and silent, breeding death.

How now, with my limbs spread wide,

That my flesh and skin should come off like overburdening clothes.

No more lead blanket upon my shoulders, my soul escaping,

That of a bird that had been caged and shrieking for too long, unheard,

Then the last thud.

Upon which I am free.
Free to be me.
For the last time.