BRING THE PAIN

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The sun hides its head

While the waves rage on.

The clouds turn away

While blood rushes on.

The moon shies away

While the tide meets rock.

Faces hide in vain

While the seas bring the pain.

HEARTBREAK

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HEARTBREAK

Your blue light pierces my heart,

A glow like a work of art.

I lift my face to receive your kiss.

I knew it would be a hit or miss.

My glimmer pales and grows dim.

But I refuse to run after him.

No one can know my pain

of loving someone in vain.

WE WAIT FOR THE NIGHT

 

We wait for the night,

dry from the sun,

weak to our roots.

We yearn for moisture,

petals limp,

stems drooping. 

We wait for the night,

for the moonlight

to ease our pain.

We wait for the dew

to quench our thirst,

to replenish our souls.

We wait for the sun

to lift its fiery head

and begin its daily ritual.

We are ready

to face the new day

with arms lifted.

WASH AWAY MY PAIN

 

 

WASH AWAY MY PAIN

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away
To places, we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes its sting 
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path on my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray;
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.


 

THIS WALL

 

 

THIS WALL

 

Words fill the crevices of my mind.

Emotions that are too hard to find.

 

Love poetry trembles from my lips.

Your passion I can bear in small sips.

 

Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.

Hard features I cannot seem to erase.

 

Filled pages fall from my open fingers.

The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.

 

Maybe I should burn my wall of pages

To help clear my mind of these wild rages.