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Left Behind

Josiah — Thu, 23 Jun 2011 03:46:35 +0000

It is often said that bits are left behind
We’ve known all the while we take when it breaks
Yet instead we cling to feelings which we find
Despite this, there are lovelies which we forsake

Had I known that I kept myself on that day
Like a gift, lo, I from her and she from me
Would that I had released her, my soul to stay
Exchanged pieces we, trading strikes so ghastly

Then crawling to the bed, for death, awaiting
I did die into sleep, escaping only life
Mourning that which had perished long ‘fore the sting
Blind to the irony that death bore mounting strife

Bitter barbs like icicles borne of her voice
Stinging salt welled in my eyes, I drowned by choice

Spectrum

Josiah — Mon, 09 May 2011 06:57:11 +0000

Love not the heavens for splendor

but for blue and glassy black

Adore the sea not for her force

yet for sepulchral calm and storm alike

For I love you not for shimmering smiles

but for darkness and brightness between

Soft-Spoken Start

Josiah — Wed, 27 Apr 2011 19:16:18 +0000

Starting with a start, shaken by the name
One word so anxious on the lips, escapes
Eyelids flutter, breath quickens just the same
Another hurt to tend of many scrapes

Though borne of sweetest thoughts so far away
In waking hours the pinch grows acute
Until sweet slumber chases darkened day
Precious pieces marking gentle refute

Dreams are arbitered by waking thoughts
Despite the saccharine release provided
Serving only the deep emotions caught
Living only with sunlight unlighted

More heavenly sounds have not been spoken
Than your title from my lips, unbroken

Replacements

Josiah — Fri, 07 May 2010 04:43:28 +0000

One year ago we stand, side by side, looking out
At a place not so far but so bright, yet without
Noticing the shadow creeping, creeping behind
Threatening our way of life, our niche in time

Now we look back, bright skies for one, all else is dark
The gray has slain us, dried up our hearts, left a mark
The dreadful dreaded death that lurks above, poised
Yet already its mark is felt, obscured by noise

As I sink and feel the sinking feeling nearing
She looks back in guilt and pain, not loving, fearing
Driven off by emotions’ demons, they drag her
Smiling and sobbing, rescued and destroyed, to love

Glimmer

Josiah — Thu, 01 May 2008 04:31:00 +0000

Feel the omnipresent wind,
Blowing, breezing, cooling skin,
Chases ‘way the oldest fears,
Seals up holes from end to end.

Bless the light for as she nears
She dries the face of salted tears
Turning past from gold to green
Resurrecting blessed years

Biting pain has fled the scene
Left behind no painful screen
There’s sunlight now in every spot
No darkened days left to be seen

Brightly gleaming, light has caught
The two of us and tied a knot.

For Kambrie Balser, who taught me what love should actually feel like. Thanks for reading.

Holding Heart In Hand

Josiah — Thu, 16 Sep 2004 06:00:00 +0000

Hand over hand, and heart over heart
Tempted oh so, to steal just a glance
Brimming with fear, topping with fright
Chasing our feelings with looks all askance

Skipping so gaily down warm summer lanes
She bubbles with laughter and overfilled mirth
Soft pastel petals pour down from above
Look deep in her eyes for love and life’s worth