Just sharing one of the most inspiring poems I’ve ever encountered. I feel the need to share his amazing words everywhere. ❤
Written October 23, 2005
Before reading this, I think it is very important that you read my other post, ESPECIALLY if you think you might be suicidal. See it here: Suicidal ideation and intent: What you need to know.
This is a very old poem that I hold extremely dear to my heart. Its 99% sheer imagination, at least it was in 2005 when I wrote it. I have since experienced much of it, but I just really wanted to share it with you (collectively). You’ve been very receptive of my other writing and I look forward to hearing your feedback for Memories.
Originally written 05/16/2006
Sweet taste of sweat lingering on your lips
As far from monotonous pleasure as the
complimentary shades of the rainbow
Insanely short no matter how long
breaking your concentration
Leaving me hungry for more, more, more
Insanely mesmerizing, captivating
However meticulous your touch
The tingling of cool fingertips pressed against
The contour, each curvature, of my face
Similarly impersonating the sweet and sour
Hands clasping together with intensity
Becoming one with emotion, passion
Meeting, strong feelings developing
(graduating, then defined as anything but platonic)
intimately close without a reasonable doubt
before and still lingering
after, a lonely shudder of my shoulders
a simple cold chill dancing down my spine
Date Unknown; estimated 2012
The sky is much lonelier than I remember
Maybe I used all the stars on you
I looked for you on the sidewalk in the distance
But the streetlamp glared upon empty ground
Standing solo, dominating the darkness–
maximum wattage shining brightly down
Sharp and cruelly stealing the night
Taunting the ease I already lack
Dancing between the cracks in the concreteDodging the pockets of shadow; nervous
Dancing alone, like a child who knows no better
But loneliness is an awkward dance
The twilight overwhelming my one-track mind
Equilibrium thrown about without regard
Like a ship on uneasy seas
Lacking a much-needed stability
Like the rays of light beginning to dance along
Encircling my body like a celebratory tribal dance
falling on hands and knees, a scrape and blood rising to the skin
Assuming a submissive position, fitting
Comfortable, a fleeting deja-vu
Darkness enveloping the lonely avenue
Light and fog intermingling, mixing, consummating
Lifting, like a well-directed horror movie
Light and fog floating through the chilly air with no purpose
No sense of direction or predilection, or destination
It settles, and calm returns
Equilibrium restored, sanity obtained–if it ever was
A star, speeding through the sky, 1-2-3
make a wish
Clutching at distant hopes and memories
I open my eyes, and there
The light from the streetlamp glowing, settling gently
On your head like a halo and with a blink, it’s gone
But you remain.
And no embrace is quite sweet enoughbut of course, we try, as our worries fade into the darkness.
Sheer Perfection in Gloss
Originally written 2/23/2006; Edited 11/17/2014
*Note: much of the aesthetic formatting is lost upon posting to WordPress.
The corners of her mouth upturned
Gentle creases of a soft, friendly smile in the making
But the single mental capture that will last through 31 moons, or more
but all the same, sweetly remembering
As the human mind often tricks and trembles
A somber photographic capture
A glimmer of
hope illustrious wonder behind bright eyes
Fading, yet promising a forever glow
A forever know
A forever recognize-and-turn-the-page
Warming sensation spreading outward from your core
to your trembling fingertips
Gracing only the most aesthetic scraps in a book
Bent edges encircling an angelic face
a captured glance
Gracing your pocketbook, thoughtfully placed
between the constantly-used charge card
and the envy green wad of cash
The corners of her mouth upturned
Gentle creases of a soft, friendly smile
in the making
An ounce of perfection–caught, stolen
An aura of perfection, never ever lost
The corners of her mouth upturned,
A Storyteller’s Venue
Originally Written 8/27/2006; Edited 11/17/2014
*Note: unfortunately due to the formatting in WordPress, this prose loses a lot of aesthetic alignment. If you’re ever around and want to see the original layout, feel free to ask. It does add significantly to the piece with the instructional pauses and outlined observation.
A little crystal ball encasing all my dreams, my visions of a bountiful future
I’d like to jump inside that three-dimensional sphere of innocence, of resurrection, of inference
Maybe you could take me by the hand and we’d count to three
And then we’d leap, eyes closed, feet first, into the bliss of spontaneity
Emotional roller coaster to the top
I hope that you’re willing to make that leap with me
Together we can escape reality
Take that risk
We could count to four if you’d like, or even ten or one hundred
We could jump with eyes wide open
We could sprawl across space as we fell into the encasement of the future, the life inside
a crystal ball
no life insurance included
Perhaps when we’re on the inside we can look out into reality, into yesterday
Then again, I think we’d be happier if we closed the door
Fogged up the windows with our deeply internal passion and seventeen kisses top to bottom
No more pain or tears or any emotion undesirable
No emotion undesirable anymore
Inside we could walk, we could walk anywhere and everywhere
Hand in hand
We couldn’t pay mind to the end of the beginning…or the beginning of the end
We shan’t pay mind to such an illusion, an illusion of inconsistency, an illusion illustrated across time and space and illustrious insider indolence
Perhaps when we’re outside we can look in but we don’t have to go outside if you don’t want
Perhaps you won’t be afraid to live because you’re afraid to die
Because perhaps death will not remain the same
An impacting ending, a loss, death will mean nothing anymore for it will vaporize
into the sky, a clear acid that will float to the heavens with no intention to return
Better than death as we know it, that we idolize, and indecide, like genocide
However, if it does return, it’s okay
Shh… it’s a secret, but it can’t come back in
We’ll stay holed up in this glass, the crystal—it’s imperishable, unbreakable, like the unsinkable Molly Brown
Death will disappear and never return
tomorrow morning when I wake, we can talk more
We can dream again
We can dream over and over of disappearing into blissful nature, into perfection
We’ll dream again as our eyes closed, our minds drift, our hands clasp, and our bodies shudder
when night falls…
Some ramblings from the heart for you on our fifth ‘dating’ anniversary. Here’s to many more, baby.
Five years and a couple of weeks ago, you walked into my life.
I wasn’t looking for love.
Actually, I thought I’d already found it. I had no idea.
You were looking for love. You’d just lost it, and you were reeling.
Searching in the dark for someone whose existence you doubted,
Like Big Foot.
I flipped on the light with a few spoken words, shared all-night conversations,
And a forbidden kiss.
I knew that our love was out of place, but it was meant to be.
I knew that I was in the wrong, but I needed more.
I needed you.
I’ve never been perfect, and I know I never will.
But you took a chance on me.
Actually, I’ve probably done you more harm than good.
You are my rock when I’m usually stuck between a rock and a hard place,
And that may sound bad, but I mean it in a very good way.
Our love has never been conventional,
Will never be traditional,
And I will probably never be the kind of person that can love you the way you want me to.
But I will try every single day,
And I will try more and more as the days pass.
And one day, maybe just one day,
I will get it kind of right.
I need you.
The past five years have been full of twists and turns
And unforeseen curve balls
And knives in the back, quick like a sneak attack.
Actually, they’ve been slow too.
But you’ve been there, every step of the way.
You’ve never left my side, even when you have probably wanted to.
Even when I’ve made you want to.
Even when I’ve asked you if you want to.
Some may think the wedding band around their finger chains them
Or ties them
But mine simply tethers me to my
I’ll always need you.
Lastly, here’s our engagement song, which will always describe my feelings for you, as my love grows with every single passing day. This will never change. Happy dating anniversary to my forever love.
Brad Paisley’s Then