There is more that awaits me in life,
Over the vast blue horizons,
Past the empty suburban streets,
Past the victorians, the charlestons and the contemporaries,
Bathed in the sulfurous yellow street light
It hides itself from the hollow commuters
Who all find comfort bound to the daily circuit,
A to B,
B to C,
C to D and back again.
I find myself back again, over the cracked concrete and asphalt.
Past all the white and yellow lines,
Past the smoke and carbon monoxide,
The envelopment of lives in order to further the development of methods to go from
A to B,
B to C,
C to D and back again.
But I find my salvation far from the n
laying next to you,
perfection is,
your body's curves,
pulling me inevitably in to you,
i can brush your lovely dark hair aside,
and see such beauty and love within those eyes.
that it would bring tears to my own.
i could never love another so much as i love you,
so i wish that i could lay here forever,
with you tight in my arms,
and i'd pluck from the heavens, a star
to place upon your lapelle, along with a kiss upon the brow.
your celestial body would glow with a beauty,
that would rival the heavens themselves.
and make the moon hide behind the shadow of the sun in shame.
and the hours go on, and though i wish,
to rest my we
When at first, I had finally found you,
And you had found me.
It seemed that you were carried away,
Dancing on the breeze, towards the Windy City.
And it swallowed you whole,
So we were left with just each others parting words and thoughts,
For seven days, and seven nights.
And it seemed, an eternity until the day,
That I woke with your smiling face,
Upon my window sill.
So I matched your smile, with one of my own,.
We were together again, and through those gray clouds,
We could still make out the beauty of the sun,
As we sheltered ourselves from the rain beneath that tin roof,
Huddled close in the corner, hands holding tight.
Care to Join Me in Oblivion? by Ruebedoe, literature
Literature
Care to Join Me in Oblivion?
I gazed upon the swirling nothingness before me,
I smiled as I saw her worried face,
Placing a comforting hand on her shoulder
I spoke.
"There seems to be nothing left for us here."
She looked to me, so many times before I had seen her eyes,
Filled with tears, filled with fear.
I took her hand in mine, and with one final smile.
I spoke.
"Care to join me in Oblivion?"
A carton of smokes and a cheap bottle of brandy to forget again tonight,
A slow walk home in the pouring rain through these crowdless streets.
The mist rises slowly off of the cracked asphalt, drifting off without a care to some place unknown.
Oh the envy within this old heart of mine.
If only I could, unhinge myself from the ground,
And float off as well.
If only this damned rain had not weighed me down so,
And kept my feet on Earth…
If only.
With a gentle sigh, and a slight crack the cap slides off,
Fire running down my throat replaces the blues with brown.
And I am content for another night.
Blank canvas.
That is how it has been
No
words
No
sounds
No
No
no
No thing
Nothing.
My fingers gently caress the broken pieces of our language
S e p e r a t e d by white and black, white, black and white again.
!Click! A sound, speech, syl la ble. Click.
W-o-r-d-s form from that which was audible but now is only
lEGiBle.
I hate it, start over.
Blank Canvas…
No rest
No peace
Picking at me with bitten nails,
Nothing here still.
Nothing there yet.
Nothing. Nowhere.
Ever.
Now we're getting somewhere.