Viewing Member - bighoss2

Blood stained water
Over broken glass
A cloudy vision
Of a history past

My heart it loves you
My mind is clear
The only problem is
You're not here

Once you loved me
But now you don't
I try to forget
But I know I won't

Forever to you
Was just a word
A word I wish
I had never heard

Come with me to the sun set, let us kiss this day divine. Hold me under the cover of night, let me feel your lips with mine. Stay with me until the sun rises, let us welcome this day anew. Answer my heart's deep yearning, to begin each day with you.

Lunch then.
An hour once, when the illusion of happiness still existed.
An hour of torment, after loves illusion shattered.
An hour of numbness, as pain fades into apathy.
An hour of parting clouds, as storms pass to nothing.
An hour of cautious optimism, as sanguine sky's open.
An hour of solitude, as isolation lends deceptive comfort .
Lunch now.
An hour of truth, as warmth is found in retinue.


Retinue is a odd choice of words. It means a group of retainers, or ones who lift up one of importance. I'm not sure of my importance, but through friends here, I feel that I matter. Thank you my friends for that gift. I have spent a lot of time staring at the ground. These days I seem to gaze at the sky and dreaming about flight. Maybe someday I will.

to feel fully and completely loved
to never open your eyes and wonder when will it end
to know each day that you fill someone's mind
the peace of no doubt or second guessing
the comfort in arms always waiting
the joy brought forth, when lips simply must smile
the warmth in even simple kisses, meant just for you

to feel love fully and completely
to never stop reaching for eternity in an instant
to know your mind is focused where it should be
the peace of a heart freed from doubt
the comfort given through arms longing to hold
the joy in seeing every smile you have created
the warmth in even simple kisses, meant just for you

to be loved is to feel complete, because another cares
to love is to become complete, by caring for another

I wish I could hold you. It's a selfish thought. I know I can't make the pain go away. My arms nothing more than perhaps a brief distraction, but if for a moment your heart could be lightened, then mine could be as well. There is no magic in my hands, just a deep longing for the illusion that I could bring you peace.

You are beautiful. Smile.

Some days we have to believe we are strong enough.

I fix machines. My father taught me how. If it's broke I can fix it. If I don't know how, give me a minute, I will figure it out. I can fix people, my grandfather taught me how. The only thing I can't fix is me, so forgive me for being broken. I have duct tape and paper clips, so I can patch it up. It will hold together until the tape gets wet, by then I hope to have more tape. So ignore my slips and slides. Even broken, I can still fix almost anything. It is what I do.

Unwanted, untouched, undesirable
truth is truth, why did I count?

Just another, yes worthless, weak, wistful
I drink from your poison fount.

Bathing in the dire, dreadful, decision
forever just a few years.

Regard, to resentment, then rejection
I guess I deserve these tears.