two poems that i wrote (3months old)

[Meier]

I spent a thousand years
searching for the one
someone like you
I see you sleeping
sleeping with the angels
I hold out my hand
To pull you towards me
Giving you comfort
Comfort you deserve

I travelled through a thousand suns
Just to hold you again
Travelling through the brightest stars
Just to find you
Wishing you was there waiting
Waiting just for me
I will stand here transmitting my message
To you, waiting for you to find me once again.

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Every night i go to sleep
I see your beautiful eyes
watching over me
Bright blue, turmoil as the sea

Every night i go to sleep
I see your beautiful face
Rose red cheeks
As warm as the bed im in

Every night i go to sleep
I wish your here with me
Holding me
Keeping me warm with your arms
Holding me
To keep me safe from danger.

[crystalgaze]

(((((((((((((( Meier ))))))))))))))))))))))))

^_^ I love them!

[crystalgaze]

I didn't want to create a new thread for my 2. I was inspired by your 2, so here are my 2. Hope you don't mind there Meier.... : )

I figured I might share. Just wrote them today with my eyes watering over time...


When That Time Comes

I don't know how I will feel
when that time comes....

The moment where my loved one
Will take his last breath.

If I could give him my life
and youth, well... I would.

It would be pain, if either one
of us were lost.

I can only hope I won't implode.

& it's selfish of me not to want to
be left alone with my mother.

Perhaps, I will leave at the point--
simply move away so she can do what
she wants without me having to witness
or be a party to it.

Every 1 thinks she is so 'nice', but I
know the truth: She has helped to kill my
father, & he is also partly to blame for it.
& if I am not careful, she will kill me too.
Maybe she's already killing me.
I could say I hate her for it, but I'm not sure
how much good that would do.

Am I supposed to excuse her because her mother
was not kind to her? What happened to aspiring
to surpass your parents?

Really I am at a loss for words. I am perhaps,
running out of ideas + counter-measures temporarily.

Ah, but that moment feels like infinity....

______________________

No Time

There is no time to live for us,
no time for tears.

I can cherish what we have, but I
still wish for more, that I may be
important, actually considered close to 1st for once.

I should make do with what I have,
but I seem to want more.

There is no time for a crutch, to lean on others.
I must do what needs to be done for myself.

It is okay.... Self-sufficience is my life.
I am only hoping that if I falter for a moment
in my stance (to blast away the darkness & negativity),
that I will have a chance to regain my footing.

The brooding question is: Would I give in & kneel to
whirling strips of cruel, cutting wind?

Will my heart + mind be able to withstand the onslaught,
just one more time?

I cannot know for sure, & to triumph, I must remain calm
& wait to choose my moment to strike it all down swiftly.

Calculating calm + airtight strategy that all my hopes
rest on, overly eager awaiting the outcome...

There is dead time, but that must wait for another day.

______________________

Oh? So I'm the Bad Guy?

People always think that
I am the bad guy....

She can do no wrong.
She is squeaky clean,
for she is named mother.

(My state doesn't help the issue either.)

If I must be cast into
that role or that light,
then fine:

I will command my arrows
to pierce the hearts of
those who wish it.

& maniacal cruelty shall surface:
I will muster all that I can
& crush the flapping mouths
+ the wagging tongues and fingers;

I no longer need to contain the
pain I've carried with me, for
as long as it's been.

You want destruction? I will
give it to you... even if it
means digging my own grave,
I will take them all with me.

We'll go together & surely we'll
see who's cruel then. Won't we....

[Medica]

wow
meier your poems are so beautiful, kinda sad though that she isn't really there
crystal,very nice, i think i can relate to mom issues