Lighted hour

a realization

leisurely gnaws away at me

my heart sinks lower

shrinking from being devoured

my mind

wonders resolutely away

from the hurt

that stings too raw

my soul

cowers

waiting in vain

for the Lighted hour

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am i thought?

just for fun, when writing the piece “lit/unlit” light was the word that rushed forth…

a word
rushes forth
at every chance
“am i needed?
“am i sought?”

it repeats itself
like a child recites
“can i or can i not?”

shamelessly
pandering
clumsily
meandering
teasing forgetfulness
like it wants to be caught

but ever ready
with a toothy grin
“am i needed?
how ’bout now?
am i thought?”

is love..it is…

is love the enjoyment of the moment hoping that it never ends?

it is the yearning for a moment that will never come…

is love saying i love you and meaning it?

it is saying i love you silently, masking its meaning from fear of any one soul hearing it…

is love knowing you should say i love you more often?

it is not being able to say it at all…

is love remembering the sweet times spent together?

it is living in the minute moments that takes a bit of you each time.

is love feeling hatred at only the moment of anger?

it is living in hatred of not being loved…

is love leaving your loved one, loved?

it is leaving without ever telling them they are loved…

is love being beside your lover at all times?

it is the pain of staying alongside and yet so far away from realization…

is love for giving up for the sake of peace?

it is giving up love for everyone’s sake but yours…

is love wanting to touch and wanting to be touched?

it is when the touch of breath upon words is enough…

is love wanting to be together always?

it is hoping to be together but knowing it is never…

It believes to be

when did it think
it was possible?

why did it
twitch at
the ray of light?

why did it rise
to the sound of voice?

how did it show rhythm
when no heart
beats for it?

why will it bleed longing
when it swims in bile?

how will it cry out
where no mercy dares echo?

why does it yearn to move
and leave a trace of mistake?

how does it breathe
in suppressed want?

who taught it to believe in Life
when it is not wanted?

manic days

When there are Manic days

where hope when not cried for

glimmers slightly,

tinting lightly on the blushing horizon

Reminisce back to those heavenly times:

sweet stretches of blissful sighs.

Remember those moments

those cheery, dazey, redolently, dreamy days.

Wait…what is that?

Oh.

Only a
silly
repression.

lost eyes

lost eyes
lend a smile
that slips itself
lightly on my lips

letting me forget
the lonely world

reminding me how far away you are
and how close your sweet memory
remains with me

i shake my head
and tell myself “this is no good…”

to think of one who has
so easily forgotten
of all that has gone by

this is my downfall.

for every moment
i yearn
for you and your all

i fall into the trap
of keeping you alive…

until lost eyes

uncloud

clearly knowing

that they would rather

be blind

with the glimpses

of your once

sweet wanting.