With her Without her

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Without her

I am nothing

Blanketed in blue

Not of earth

Nor anything else of that sort

Just blue

The cloud following my footsteps

It's barren here

The sun doesn't shine

The stars and moon gone

For there is nothingness

Without her.

 

With her

I am everything

Blanketed in hope

Love creates me

Within and without

The nights are never dark 

For the stars shine

As a million lanterns light

My path

Throughout this forest of life.

 

Without her the lights

Grow dim and cold

As I become barren

A desert of sorts

Where nothing can touch me

Not love

Not hate

Nothing

Just a stone

As the wind and rain 

Beats upon it

Fading as the heart

Once so lit

Dies.

 

Without her

I am nothing

I grow dim and cold

A dessert of snow and ice

Nothing can touch me

Just stone

Fading with the heart that once was lit

As it slowly

Dies

Swallowed up in my cloud of blue

Darkness abides

Ruling what once was love

WIthout her

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Re uploaded. First one cut the first part on me when I went to copy it over.

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nightlight1220's picture

Yes... the soul gives us

Yes... the soul gives us moments to be grateful for nothingness sometimes. This so succintly expresses one of those moments. Loved it.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

Kksway's picture

I wish it was that simple to

I wish it was that simple to be honest. I am very much in love with her, but lately she has been shoving me to the side and that isn't going to be fun for me either because it hurts like I have never hurt before.


~free~

nightlight1220's picture

It van happen. Stay busy.

It van happen. Stay busy. Stay busy. Ummm...did I say stay busy? ;-) Long walks, funny movies, makes plans for you, and you alone...things you like without her. Work on you you you.... poetry a good outlet too. I would balance it with work of some kind that makes you feel really fullfilled. Something youthink you do good... (that means even if others don't find it exceptionally great)... best of luck.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

Kksway's picture

Going to take a lot more than

Going to take a lot more than good luck because I love her more than anything and I would do anything for her which she knows. I don't know what's going on.


~free~

nightlight1220's picture

Youvare asking for help for

You are asking for help for yourself...that is all you can do. Take all of it you can and leave the rest...even her if you must, in the past. Good memories will prevail.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

Kksway's picture

I can't... I promised her I

I can't... I promised her I wouldn't... I love her too much. It would break me too bad... She's the world and more to me...


~free~