
Heartache is for me.
My heart yearns for thee.
Lies fall so easily from your lips.
They feel salty on my fingertips.
I must remain strong.
I hope I am wrong.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
COME TO ME, MY SWEET LOVE
Come to me, my sweet love.
From the heavens above.
I want to spend life with you.
One heart that will beat like two.
Come with me to our secret place.
I cannot wait to see your face.
Our love is honest and true.
Come to me from the dark blue.
Pain.
Longing.
Hurt.
It never ends.
Happiness.
Fun.
Surprises.
It never ends.
Life has it all.
CRY IF YOU WANT TO
In the dark of night
when others sleep,
I sit in the woods
and count my sheep.
My heart hangs heavy
as I think of you.
I refuse to cry
if I dream of you.
They have told me
to allow my tears to fall.
I shut my eyes
and fall asleep in a ball.
The wind whistles through the trees.
I open my eyes to a sight.
You sit on the grass facing me,
your eyes shining in the dim light.
“Cry if you want to,”
you whisper.
“But I don’t want to,”
I whisper.
The dawn lights the dark sky.
I yawn and stretch my limbs.
My eyes are bright and dry
since I’ve refused to cry.
It lights quick.
It burns fast.
I’m left alone in its wake
with the burnt ashes of my heart.
Come to me, my sweet love.
From the heavens above.
I want to spend life with you.
One heart that will beat like two.
Come with me to our secret place.
I cannot wait to see your face.
Our love is honest and true.
Come to me from the dark blue.
Kelimutu by Reuben Wu
Show me the way.
Past the heartache.
To the light.
To happier times.
And leave my sorrows behind.
It lights up quick.
It burns out fast.
I’m left in its wake
with the burnt ashes
of my aching heart.
Time has stopped in mid-flight.
Clouds have ceased circling the earth.
The sun refuses to show its face.
Time has come to an end.
My heart feels hollow and empty.
Panic fills the empty spaces.
My love has come to an end
And so too has mankind.
A battle rages between my lovers
Built upon passion and deceit.
The winner takes all,
And soon even me.
The earth trembles in despair.
A blanket of darkness covers all.
The battle rages in its fury.
Clashes of swords echo its thunder.
Frozen in place I stand,
Waiting for the uncertain outcome.
Who will be left standing
to take my cold hand?
A fellow author is compiling poetry from authors on her WordPress site. The topic is letting go. I sat down and wrote this poem about my brother. As tears fell from my eyes, I felt sad and happy at the same time. Sad that I will never see him again, and happy that I can share my love with others.
Can I ever let go?
Can I ever let go of your touch?
At night, I dream of your fingers.
I can’t believe I miss you so much.
Your strokes through my hair still linger.
Can I ever let go of your eyes?
With great pride, you watched me grow.
I dearly pray for one last surprise.
You to return to me, I know.
I know my prayers won’t be answered.
My wishes never come true.
But I still have hopes to be answered.
And one day to see you too.
Can I ever let go of your humor?
Your wit and jokes had lightened my days.
I know this is much more than a rumor
That I’ll never have you brighten my days.
Days keep on passing.
But life must go on.
My heart is fasting
Each day it beats on.
Can I ever let go of you?
To my dearest, older brother,
My answer is a ‘no’ to you.
You weren’t only my brother.
You helped my mother to raise me.
You provided light for her blind eyes.
You’ll always be the best of me.
Until the day, I close my own eyes.