Release
You.
Made me hate myself for loving you. Your silhouette follows my every move. Whispers of your utter sayings stay in the vents. Walls decorated with passionate fits. Clumps of debris infect my skin. I need help from you. An escape from the fortress of rue. Show me, Heaven. Hold my hand, take my spirit. My soul I must submit. Just to be purged of their sins.
S. L. Cline
Written Perspective
There is something about words that sort of tell you about a person. The flow, rhythm, etiquette, etc. So beautiful, so delicate. Some harsh, some playful. Some are full of horror. It makes me wonder if other people thought the same thing. Maybe, that beauty is why some read the first sentence and realize it’s a prize. Or if it is a great fall. Brilliant pieces come from falling. I then begin to wonder if the fall is more beautiful than the rise.
S. L. Cline
Face to Face
How long can I keep this up?
Lying to the image in the mirror.
The dreams and whispers for you, I no longer hear or taste.
Now, I sit here with that look on my face.
I rave for the both of us.
Wondering who will fight first.
We hate each other, therefore we walk right past the mirror.
We hoped it was a mirage, but it has always been the trigger.
S. L. Cline
Eyes
They never knew how to see. They never know how to respond to me. When times are not what they seem, they feel I need to please. All to make me feel like a sleaze. All it would of took was to listen to the wise. Instead, they wouldn’t even open their eyes.
S. L. Cline
Mentation and Perception of Sorts
Seen..
Vince Vaughn got a star on Hollywood Boulevard. The commercial after was about cars. I laughed to myself, “What a farce.” In a voice of a different noise. Enjoying my own entertainment apart from the bar. Guess I should leave, get in the car. I just realized I wasn’t far. The click of the seat belt seeing the door ajar. I take off driving past mini gulf when a guy got a par. It’s simple things you see from afar that make you enjoy life a little bit more.
S. L. Cline
When Times Up
I remember not saying bye. I couldn’t bear looking in your eyes. It would’ve been like taking your sunshine. That kind of heart ache is enough to make anyone cry. I didn’t want to lie. Although we did try.
Now our lives have grown apart. Why couldn’t we catch it was over from the start? We were to caught up in the spark. But we couldn’t hold each other’s hands in the dark.
Our minds were tortured to a degree. The trauma was too deep. Those scars we will always see. Have you moved past thee? Those initials in the street washed away times three.
Sure,
we may have crossed each others minds here and there.
But,
our clock ran with our emotions to spare.
S. L. Cline