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Post by Exo-Happiness on Apr 29, 2010 19:02:41 GMT
Every moment together is precious.
The cliche rings with familiarity.
I swallowed the hourglass
So our moments together would never end.
You remove your watch so our time is never shared.
The two of us entangled in our harmony.
A strength sung only by the two of us.
For too long we deliberated.
Put our feelings to one side for the benefit of others.
But now, this time is ours.
This time is sweet.
This time is right.
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Apr 29, 2010 19:03:18 GMT
Happily confused.
The eyes of the child
Happily confused
As her mum is driven away, lights flashing overhead.
She's too young to understand.
Her brother,
Usually the source of her laughter,
Lies on the road side,
Green jacketed hands surrounding him.
He's not brave this time
As the reddened towel covers his face.
He shakes and whimpers.
He's old enough to understand.
The other man, that had come at them all too quickly
Sits on the curb, alone.
Hurting only inside.
His own blood isn't staining his shirt.
Just the blood of the orphaned daughter
The now grown up son.
What more can he do but let the guilt bleed his heart?
He thinks back to his wife.
Alone at home cradling his newborn girl.
His daughter in college chatting with her friends.
His son at university,
Making a life for himself.
Making a life similar to the ones he has just destroyed.
Denial supposedly comes first,
But all he could feel was the guilt
As he looked into the eyes of that baby
Happily confused on the paramedic’s knee.
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Apr 29, 2010 19:03:40 GMT
Twelve years to the day it's been my dream.
The last 8 years have prepared me.
Then along comes one single letter
And it seems it may not be.
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Post by Exo-Happiness on Apr 29, 2010 19:05:24 GMT
The raging waves of salted tears
The endless firey throat
The imminent loss forever felt
The robin still flies away.
The late night phone calls
Sadness of ones dearly loved
No escape route - the strong one.
Yet the robin refuses to stay.
Sacrificing enjoyment
Merely to mask the frown.
Choices made - rejections flood.
Please, don't go.
It is a fact well known
That no one lives forever.
Yet the robin flies anyway.
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Post by Exo-Happiness on May 30, 2010 13:31:21 GMT
Bright lights flash past
in respect of the fate I've pushed for
the convergence of my damaged eyes allow me to choose
lights?
or the reversed faces of stranges.
a roofed bunker rushes overhead and my hearing dulls.
the tinny bass of a reflection's pleasure slowly brings my senses back
and my mind flicks back to the future
the near so unclear.
a few months ahead, totally bleak
months ahead of that possibilites may be held.
one thing i know i want for sure.
the one thing that doesn't feature a plan B
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