-----RS
"My feed hit the sand and the wind stings my face.
The thunder rolls with a resonating base.
I glance toward the ocean to view the great waves.
Peering in the barrel; the hollowed out cave.
Waxing my my board with great anticipation,
While I marvel at the work of Mother Nature's creation.
I step toward the glory to begin the great hunt.
I see at once, my quarrel in front."
------RS
"My feed hit the sand and the wind stings my face.
The thunder rolls with a resonating base.
I glance toward the ocean to view the great waves.
Peering in the barrel; the hollowed out cave.
Waxing my my board with great anticipation,
While I marvel at the work of Mother Nature's creation.
I step toward the glory to begin the great hunt.
I see at once, my quarrel in front."
------RS
The room spins as i lay awake in bed.
ReplyDeleteAlone in silence I almost feel dead.
My heart aches with a familiar pain.
I lay there wishing I could forget your name.
Sometimes i wish i could forget your face.
Destroy it all and just leave this place.
Sometimes i wish i could forget your voice.
It clutters my brain with so much noise.
Forgetting you is an impossible task.
Everyone knows this, they need not ask.
The parties and lights mean nothing to me.
Without "IT" here its plain to see.
My Heart is missing, Its gone astray.
No other girl can take it away.
I must find my heart,however long it might take.
To give it to another trusting she wont let it break.
To be truly happy is all that I long for.
Hoping one day my angel will walk through the door.
Until the day when it is safe to say.
My heart has successfully been given away.
I will hold out for that particular mate.
Because good things come to those who wait.
They're handing out guns to 18 year old sons,
ReplyDeleteAnd shoot 21 blanks when they're judgement day comes,
When the box in the ground holds a surrogate man,
Who believed in the lies that were placed in his hands.
But what's yours is mine till the ends of time
And I might be high, but I'm not blind.
I don't care about the lines that you drew on your map,
I don't care for traditions, as a matter of fact,
If you think that your culture based faith is all that,
You're as dumb as the corpse who died for your flag
But it's as good as it gets...
After I read this poem I took a while to reflect on what you had written. Almost everybody at least once in their life loses someone, either by dead or separation. Regardless, You can clearly see the pain of loss and longing within your poem. Below I have attached a poem similar to yours when I was going through a similar scenario.
ReplyDeleteWhen one is with one's love
Life exceeds all that one expects
But when one's love passion dies
life itself dies.
Tears come running down one'a face
at the thought of losing what is already gone
the pain is never ending and unrelenting
Death seems more acceptable.
------RS
That poem reflected some very difficult emotion times for me, but as you said in your poem, "good things come to those who wait."
---To all, Please provide your thoughts and reflections if you yourself have experienced a similar scenario and would like to share anything.----
Very true everyone does lose someone sometime along this crude road we call life. You have to manage your way through the bumps and cracks as much as possible without having a break down. Things are darkest just before dawn so you have to get through the bad stuff to be able to enjoy the good stuff. On that note this is another one of my poems from a darker time in my life. Its called
ReplyDelete"Losing You"
Where did all the passion go?
Did we lose it all and no one know?
Watching you fade makes my head spin.
Holding on till your back again.
When we started arguing.
I feel less than any being.
Through it all im still fighting.
Through rain, sleet, snow, and lightning.
Id risk it all to see us through.
But it feels like im losing you.
I try so hard to stay so tough.
But tell me baby is it enough?
To bring me back into your heart.
Or am I just pushing us apart?
Now im back to feeling blue.
From the fear that im losing you.
My heart in shreds, ripped, and torn.
What strength I have left is used to mourn.
Tell me baby is it true?
Am I really losing you?
---JP