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Hoped Words

Simple four-worded questions
disrupted by a twelve-hour delay.
I’m so bored in this suspension,
wires dangling and looping.
So fucking bored to hear
whatever you say.

I’ll celebrate to hear
the words and hope
they go my way.
I hope you go my way.

After all this time, wish
sawed off days and delays,
it’d be a wasted hesitation
just to hear you say

the words and hope
they go my way.
I hope you’ll be going my way.

I wish I could draw
you as you were in
my dream, lying
on your back in bed,
in my bed.

I want to live in your reality
‘I would not like to die’ you said in the polluted night.
then you’re not living right.

And the words, the words you said
will in hope, go my way.

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Not Forgotten, Not Yet

Winds whisper half-forgotten
songs as I imagine, in
another tongue from minds long ago.

While the melody most sweet,
the lyrics point to bitter times
which echo through and only
around my core.

What is this empty pain
without a name which
I continue to feel?

These footsteps from
another day follow me
still.

And yet I cannot not
name the echoing pain
after all this time, through
countless years.

The skies a most grey,
noteworthy to none except to those
who have never lived three days
without rain.

Grasses stir.
The people move.
And yet I stay. Carried only
by the wind, my mind overshadows
the sun too and leaves little
room for its rays.

Diamonds made of blue

When engaged,
he gave her a diamond made of blue
because when the two collided, she
cried of happiness as the time grew tall.

Mourning the loss of time,
rejoicing in the happiness of heart.

She told me this story,
showing ring on finger,
with a failed-hidden smile –

that’s when I saw what love looked like.
Mind made; decided that I would never waste time again.

Years grew tall,
many weeds tried to lower the time,
but were all pulled away at their seams.
Colliding but slightly,
grazing the edges of my form.

These temptations were present,
yes, but all ended in failed forge.

Stumbling never falling, waiting
in complaining silence, but steady did I hold.

Once that day completed, once the destination
was in place, written words to commemorate the visible
force of fate.

Collide in rapid action
piercing into my soul –
from that day onward,
did I truly learn what it meant
to cry from joy.

Distanced Fate

Convinced that loneliness advances my craft.
Convinced that, at the end, things will work themselves as
Each passing day as
a bit of it weakens, a moment
further until it shatters –

it breaks this heart, this.

To know I’ve lost my one
in love decreed by
distanced fate.

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I wish to confess these thoughts,
but I’m not sure you would know how much they meant.

To confess such thoughts, pure,
to lay such worth to be appraised.

Written thoughts, daily,
with only a vague dream to be dreamt.

Where is it, my darling?
What is it you wish to say?
When you were small, did you image you’d be captain to

be presented with such written thoughts
published behind a rambling heart?