Tag: desire

Prisoners

It's hard to love a prisoner, I know,
I too was locked away before we met.
The flower shut in a box will still grow,
But not to bloom: its fruit is regret.
I know you can find your freedom yet;
You don't have to change yourself quite so much.
Only give yourself the courage to bet
On your desires without needing to clutch 
Expectations of them. Our kind are such
That define and find our passions in pains
And restrictions; I admit there's a touch
Of attraction to lows, a kink for chains.
If you tie me up, I'll free you for fun.
We're prisoners of what we haven't done.

Something Sure

Something sure is not so near 
Hunting thoughts grasp its allure.
Seeming rather very far,
Streams of wrath come curse the cure.

Despairing to make some more,
Who cares will break, squirm, and stir
Daily grinds year after year
Praying to find something sure.

There’s a hole that we know

There's a hole that we know and we want filled,
A dream that settles in the void like mist.
Somehow a cloudy rheum that distorts kissed
The comfort of a conquest we could build,
Lifetime endeavors of a heart unstilled
At the thought nothing it wants may exist
Behind that fog; there's only a clenched fist
And a flood of emotions overspilled.

Come twilight rainfall washes through the void.
Every idea is reduced into light,
Sound, senses, perceptions and paranoid 
Formulations for the brain to ignite
And cloud over again what we should see:
Not that it is there, but that it could be.