wildflowers had turned to stardust
when the sun stretched above the horizon
loneliness rained upon the barren ground
hoping their lost companions would rise
vigilantly trying to grow beauty from rubble
almost submitting to failure
a gloomy twilight rose,
the shattered petals had gathered into bouquets
decorating the night sky
When I fell in love with you
your fingers left a crease
in my spine
so you could never lose
your favorite part
You tore out
your favorite page
and ripped it apart
leaving my story incomplete,
tearing up a part of me
no one else can learn,
pour over, nor adore
Never thinking to make
a photocopy of my words
You stole a bit of me,
destroyed a bit of who I am
that will remain a mystery
left to be filled in
with context clues
How do angels grow their wings?
How do birds know what to sing?
The notes of their songs hit like an arrow to the heart
I don’t know quite where to start
How can I explain
the thoughts scattered througout my brain?
You understand my hurt when I cry,
when tears are streaming and you wonder why
Where do angels go when they soar?
Why does sorrow hit at the core
of my shallow soul?
Is it true that a diamond comes from crushed coal?
Because my heart is compressed with emotion,
will it come out shiny and clean or dissolve into an ocean?
I feel like I’m drowning on thin air,
pathetically begging to let go, not to care
What do angels do in their spare time?
Do they think about humanity, that society is a crime?
Do tears fall down their faces?
When our thoughts wander do they fill the empty spaces?
Do angels’ feathers shed
when the last tear has fallen upon its bed?
my words tie a thin thread
to the corners of your mouth
gently tugging your lips to a grin
my words play puppeteer
watching your smile dance,
never noticing you were in control
fears crash down
upon the roof
of this shiny new house
covering the siding with mud
the clouds are angry
that we’ve stolen the homes
of its siblings
to create a useless box
to store humans
I want to watch the sky catch fire
in the reflection of your eyes
as your lips waver,
a single tear stops destruction
ashes fall to the ground in a blizzard
grey confetti coats my hair
and it’s your touch
that brushes the dust from my cheek;
your sorrow that douses the flames
I am filled with lust
Leaving no room for trust
Love isn’t a must
All we need is some thrust
Before passion turns to rust
This is my attempt at “Waiting For My Real Life to Begin” by Colin Hay. I wish I could play guitar, but this version is acapella. I hope you all enjoy my mediocre version of this song :)
Thank you @buddahrocks for the suggestion!
I know I’ve never been the most loyal blogger ever, but I’ve really slipped on my posts in the last few weeks. It’s just that I moved down to Cinci about two months ago and I’ve got a new job thats been kicking my ass. I’ve been working ten shifts in five days and it’s been kinda crazy. I’m honestly surprised I’ve only lost two or three followers. You guys are fucking awesome, I really mean it. I pop on here from time to time and catch up on the writing. I see so many of you developing as writers and I’m falling in love with your words every day. Keep it up.
I have some new writing to post and I PROMISE I’ll post it on Thursday, along with the cover of “Waiting For My Real Life to Begin.”
Also, any prompts for when I get home from work?
Grasping at your memory
as wisps of it swirl against the air
a cool pearly white
a vague citrus scent
Holding onto you
is like trapping the ocean
between loose fingers
both slipping away too quickly
leaving salt upon my skin
and a stinging upon my wounds
I dug through the dirt
with my fingernails
to plant a tiny seed
Each day I watered it
with tears of love and sadness
Each night I begged for it to grow
The sun shone upon tiny leaves
giving me false hope
Although my seedling rooted
it never fully bloomed
kindhearted lord of sand
tame the wild Sphinx
within this hourglass,
speaking in circles
while saying nothing
will gain no wisdom
trying to scream
out of broken glass
our lips were sewn shut
and no one heard
the truths that fell
in drops of blood
rose petals splatter
upon the sharp debris
the world’s ancient secrets
once buried within
the beach of time
lost upon the dust
caught in the wind
only to be found
on lips of stone
no longer for the
unworthy,are those
with the words
to speak can hear
the words given,
spoken to a world
that closes its ears
never listening to the songs
sung by the stars,
never hearing the story
whispered by the sky
getting lost while
looking into the sun,
we can not begin
to live if we keep dying
every time we breathe
