Where The Pen Falls - S.J Rowe (literature books to read TXT) 📗
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In your bed
Much like that of a paragraph
Holding a space for nothing and everything
At the same time.
And that is the beautiful and bitterness of people.
Seeing how everyday we can leave a piece of ourselves upon a shelf for someone to gaze at
Like an artifact,
And while we are a present in presence, we too
May one day be history. Sun Appeared, From the Clouds
I don't believe God Places
any burden
Upon your shoulders
That is too much to carry.
Because you never
Know how strong
You are
Until you no longer bleed when cut.
You imagine shattering under
An array of boulders
Only to prevail past
Your own expectations.
If there is anything I know,
It is that He knows all there
Is to know.
And in knowing this,
He knows your
Own strength
When you never expected to have any at all.
You figure yourself to be weak,
Then God reminds you that he has
a sense of humor.
She had a soul
Which outshone
Any beauty pageant
Queen.
Of course she was beautiful,
But looking at that alone
Would be too obvious.
To simply look at her
Without listening to
Her speak
Would be like picking
The roses
Without smelling them.
She didn't consider
herself a scholar,
But she didn't have to be
Because when you
Hear her speak
You fall in deep
Admiration
And you knew
Her intelligence
Blew
Beyond any book
You studied by heart.
Look at her soul
And you will notice,
Adjectives will
Always fall short.
Yes she is beautiful
Yes she is intelligent
Yes she is kind
And perseverant
But these things do
Not hold a torch
To her soul
Which like fire
Burns with passion.
To fall for smiles is
One thing,
But when you
See her soul
You will know
Beauty is
Shone
From the inside
Out.
Cherish her.
She says you
Drive too
Fast.
She makes you
Give her a kiss
Before
You get into gear
And still you push it.
You say she smothers
She says you're reckless
And even as you try to deny,
You know she's right.
If it were up to you
You would speed
Through the streets
As if you had nothing
To lose,
But you do.
Be gracious for the
Kiss she forces
Because she's grateful
It isn't the last.
Be humbled by
Her humility
And thank God she's
Smarter than you'll ever be.
Because in life you can be
Gifted with an angel.
One who cares for you
As much as you care for you.
And even as you brush off
Her be safe,
Call me,
Get back soon,
You find yourself driving a lot slower
Than ever before.
It's not just about you anymore,
You have more to live for.
So be grateful
Some of us are still out here, just driving-
Too fast.
I want to write these honest things
So you never feel like these feelings
Are alien.
I know how it feels to suffocate
In your tears
Knowing the most logical
Thing to do would be
To let it out
But when you do
It seems routine
And no one hears
Echoes into no one cares
So these tears seem redundant.
I know how it feels to go
For that run while it's raining
And not even care as
Drops trickle through your
Hair
Like a snake in the desert.
And you run
And run just
To tire yourself out
Because you know good
And well
That sleeping is no longer
A friend to you and
Given the opportunity you'd
Stay up for days.
And worse than the inability
To sleep
Are the nights where you fill
Your to do list
All the way
Past the page
Just so you can distract
Your brain
From the fact
That
There isn't anyone
Looking back
As you look at the stars.
And I know you call
This
Foreign alien
Thing
By many names
But we know this
Is nothing more
Or less
Than loneliness.
We don't speak about it,
We don't whisper,
But it is in the wind
That taps against the panes
Of your window.
I get lonely too.
Please,
Don’t tell me you
Love me—
I whisper softly,
Selfishly.
Maybe you think
You do
you fall for
me in
soliloquys
you fall into
arms to hold
gently.
You fall and I
Catch you
cautiously
but I can’t
always be
I won’t
Always be
The dream
You see
Or the smile
You fall
Wholeheartedly
For.
Please,
Don’t tell me
You love me
I don’t want to disappoint.
What if I’m a riverbed
When you need oceans
What if I don’t dot
The I’s,
Cross the
T’s
Bring you
Flowers on
Our anniversary.
Please, don’t
Tell me you
Love me.
What if you leave?
What if I
Only see
You in my dreams.
What if we
Become
Stranger than strangers.
What if you
Find someone
Better.
What if I forget
Your favorite
Color,
Or the feel
Of your
Morning lips.
What if I search
For you
In girls at a bar
Who never ask me
About my favorite color
And never tell me theirs?
Please, don’t
Tell me you love me
Because one day you
May not
And I’ll be biting
My tongue watching
You say I love you
To someone else
And I won’t be able
To tell
If my tears are for
Your overdue Happiness
Or the fact that
Mine couldn’t
Measure up.
Father
I cried for you today.
Like a child, I sat there and cried
Wondering why
We had to get here.
For everything
You never did,
You gave me
More.
You never came to
My graduations,
But you gave me life.
You never asked me
If I liked Stevie or Mick
More
But you gave me your eyes.
I always said I didn't care,
Whether you were here, there
Or when you made it clear
You didn't care either.
But I'm growing older
And you're growing old.
I look in the mirror
And I look more like
You--than you ever looked
When you looked at me
And in every little
Memory I hide
In some lost
Treasure chest,
I think of the
Existence of
My father
Being nonexistent
In my life.
I think of unavoidable
Truths,
How the only
Pictures I have of you
Are in my head
How I don't know
Your favorite
song
How you don't
Know I make them.
And I cry.
I don't know why
I cry
For someone who
I don't know.
But I guess
Somewhere inside
Between wrinkles that
Haven't risen and beauty
Marks that don't show,
There's a little me
Waiting at the front
Door,
Thinking Daddy's coming home.
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