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The waves crash...
And the sound brings back to me,
All my yesterdays,
All the loves that slipped away...
All of those heart-breaking things,
That I couldn't change...
I still remember,
The lost look in your eyes,
As we stood there on the shore,
And said our last good-byes
You lips trembled,
And your face was wet with tears
We couldn't hold on to each other,
There was simply too much to fear
We took each others hands,
And promised to understand
This was the way it had to be,
But there are still some nights,
Your face haunts my memory
I still remember,
Even though I've loved since then
There are times when a sound, a voice,
Takes me to way back when
Sometimes I feel such anger,
Sometimes I feel betrayed,
But we have no-one else to blame,
For the choices that we made
I guess we thought we were doing,
The very best we could,
And even in my new life,
I have lain awake some nights,
Wondering about the difference...
Between "could" and "should"
Sometimes I come back,
To the place where our love,
Didn't last...
I sit there on the sand,
And I still try to understand...
While the waves crash...
jlp August 21, 2008
And the sound brings back to me,
All my yesterdays,
All the loves that slipped away...
All of those heart-breaking things,
That I couldn't change...
I still remember,
The lost look in your eyes,
As we stood there on the shore,
And said our last good-byes
You lips trembled,
And your face was wet with tears
We couldn't hold on to each other,
There was simply too much to fear
We took each others hands,
And promised to understand
This was the way it had to be,
But there are still some nights,
Your face haunts my memory
I still remember,
Even though I've loved since then
There are times when a sound, a voice,
Takes me to way back when
Sometimes I feel such anger,
Sometimes I feel betrayed,
But we have no-one else to blame,
For the choices that we made
I guess we thought we were doing,
The very best we could,
And even in my new life,
I have lain awake some nights,
Wondering about the difference...
Between "could" and "should"
Sometimes I come back,
To the place where our love,
Didn't last...
I sit there on the sand,
And I still try to understand...
While the waves crash...
jlp August 21, 2008
Literature
Crashing Waves on Cali Beaches
the most words you said all day, you said to me.
i was just about to sink in Venice Beach. Drown.
my phyllosilicate fingernails, your facial features:
our effigy, diligently carved from communication.
smooth sailing,
smoother skin,
smoothing the
clay shoreline;
a geological creation, a creature,
raising a Frankenstein's Monster,
riding the rising tides of intimate
cooperation,
some infected Pinocchio, borne
out of dumb luck and patience,
a twisted King or a simulacrum
of old Michelangelo sculptures,
a science experiment child,
our collection of grotesque
chimeras, a collage behind
a plexiglass blanket in some
Los Ange
Literature
a lamentation
sometimes there is the murmur
of sadness in my hands. sometimes
my face is warmer than warm, and
sometimes this does not extend to you,
to where it ought to matter.
sometimes i think i am too small
to take wind and water into my stride;
sometimes i am the leaf that floats unbidden
into your arms, the breath of breeze
from over the sea, come to carbonate
your blood with my memory.
i am the taste of summer tart and sweet
on a forgotten tongue left leagues behind,
over oceans you could not wait to leave.
there is nothing here for you.
sometimes i forget i am not meant
to love you.
Literature
Ocean
We sat together by the curb,
On the steaming summer brick.
I was your inhale, you were my exhale.
Silence.
Side by side.
I miss you.
You catch me off gaurd
and I stumble.
I laugh uncertainly.
I'm right here.
I said.
I know.
You sigh.
See the clouds?
I asked.
You tilted your head skyward.
No,
I point to the puddle on the sidewalk.
The reflection,
I tell you.
A whisper of a smile
darts across your lips.
Yes,
I do.
I smile for real.
Not a whisper,
but almost a shout.
I taste salty sea
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The last stanza is so *3* *3* Damn PERFECT! I mean... All the poem is beautiful!
Nice one! ^^
Nice one! ^^