I don’t really feel alone anymore.

I divided myself in two, and each

half aches for the other. The splitting of

a soul feels better than longing for you.

At least when I dream, I don’t taste the salt

of my eyes and the red iron in my

cheeks. Now, I wake to the taste of cough syrup

and chalky melatonin tablets. My

dreams are vivid and nonsensical and

so are my thoughts, but all is better than

thinking of you. The parts of my body

that still reach out for your embrace served only

as embarrassments, so I cut them all

off and I look at the pretty, white

bandages instead. When the radio

plays the songs you liked, I turn the volume

all the way up until my speakers blow

and all I can hear is static. That’s the

best way to drown out the memory of

your voice. When I die, I wonder if that

will be enough to drive you away for good?

-s.

it’s 3am again

the room is spinning, nostalgia’s creeping in

or maybe it’s the weed and gin

i can’t tell anymore, it all feels the same

your silence is the deadliest game we’ve played.

at least for me, anyway

my mind is in a daze

i’m pulled three different ways

if i stay here i’ll never survive

the whispers of trees call my name

the oceans are roaring with my purpose.

but they are drowned out by you.

i only hear you,

like lightning in the mountains, echoing longer than it should.

i am deafened by the sound of your voice calling my name

my purpose spilling from your lips like hot honey

in your brown orbs i find the home i was looking for. but my grey-blues did not return the favor.

you swam so deep in them you thought you’d drown

and all i did was drag you deeper.

Love in Disguise

-

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As the leaves on the trees are no longer green, and the ruby red roses are no longer in bloom. The coldness of the earth begins to set apon all that is beautiful and mother nature must begin her course again. A new beginnig approches. Open your eyes so i can see the true beauty you posses inside. For the light in your eyes illuminates the soul in your body. And it allows me to see the true beauty your love possess. And your eyes are the most beautiful i have ever seen. They have a beauty all of their own. And your smile can never be duplicated. It is as beautiful as a sunset on the pacific ocean. And when your happiness is true, the incandescence in your eyes tells me a story of happiness , strength and true love. A woman as your self only comes once in a lifetime. Come spend the rest of mine with me. And i promise to love u beyond your wildest dreams.

Dirkumdown

Maybe you didn’t notice

or you didn’t even want to notice

but you broke me several times now

slowly I’m growing stronger

one day I’ll leave

and you will be missing me

Quite a tragedy when a pretty woman feels unloved.

If Poetry Is A Man

I’d fall for him again and again

It is not hard to see why

He sings of love in lines

Beautifully penned in rhymes

His spoken word gives warmth

In this cold hearted world

He lets me read him

No matter how I look like

We complete each other

I fill his empty spaces with music

He appears whenever there’s coffee

He made me believe in myself

Encouraged me to wear my pride

Everyday on my sleeves

He heals my wounds with emotions

Follows me everywhere I go

Sometimes I need him before sleep

Sometimes before taking a flight

He never misses saying good night

It is not hard to see why

I’d fall for him again and again.

Please know this my love

I will take any moment I can get

However brief

However I can

Although I exist in quiet solitude

I am never truly alone

You are with me

Always there

These little smiles are yours

This blushing face, yours

These goosebumps, belong to you

This soul

Finding its way

Through the darkness

To you

~Mr. Green

we two poets.  Original love poetry, writings, letters, and musings by Mr. Green and Mrs. Peacock

All I want for Christmas is you.

She shackled herself to a central idea that loved did not exist.

She yelled through her tears and she begged with her broken smile. She giggled and the echoes of her hidden desire for it, danced on her lips. Her hands had a slight tremble as they secretly reached for it. Her chest moved slightly with breaths that were shallow as if there was no oxygen in her lungs, due to the absence of it.

As she slept her mind used her dreams as a way to become a fountain for which her hidden desires could pour from it. Even her walk lacked assurance and it revealed how her feet had yet to stumble on the magic of it.

Her body and mind had become crippled by the desire for love and in every part of her was a brokenness as her existence became paralyzed day-by-day from the secret yearing for it.

Salt.

in the midst of the calamitous confusion of love and life you were kind and steady, always. soft and sweet like soil after the storm, but steadfast and firm as the old oak. your love is the warm, heavy embrace of the earth embodied. there is nothing more valuable.

Extraño me resulta que quien generó una larga angustia ante su extraña indiferencia hoy sea quien me cobije fuertemente como nadie más lo hizo nunca. El llanto más desgarrador, la herida más profunda habida en mi corazón ahora era contenida con simples palabras, y el dolor fue acallado por tu dulce voz, la que tomó lugar donde el dolor habitaba. Y es así como has llegado para quedarte, porque esta vez no te dejaré ir.

- Tragos de Melancolía

Wife

She appears

Tremors of joy

Extreme, intense

All from a screen

A picture, her image

How will I survive

Goddess in flesh

Magical sensuous touch

I may explode

Seeing her at home

Wild wind

whisk me away

to where

my heart’s home

stays.

-

Wild Wind