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How did you know I needed you?
That I really needed someone new,
How did you know I was alone?
When suddenly you came along.
Did you know you’d brighten my day?
That I really needed a friend today,
Did you really know it’s been a while?
That I have seen so bright a smile,
It’s been so long since I could share,
Time with someone for which I care,
I think we can both shed our past,
And make this thing really last
It’s been way too long since I felt like this,
A natural high, a state of bliss,
To be with someone who can understand,
The simple pleasure of holding your hand,
And after years of perpetual night,
Suddenly the future looks bright,
You brought me up from an all time low,
You came just in time, but how did you know?

04-22-10.
I met Nancy April 10, 2010...the day after her 53rd birthday btw...and she would become my muse, so to speak, for some of my best poems...this is not one of them really, but it is a start...
 May 2015 CautiousRain
aphelion
Thigh to thigh,
this park bench,
is crystallized in dewy rain drops,
3 a.m. eyes and you still look,
perfect,
tussled hair and jacket around waist,
yielding two new york styled hot dogs,
in the snowy daze,
smothered in ketchup,
you lick the residue from your fingers,
as you pass me one,
the steam rises and evaporates into the air,
my entire body relaxes,
as you place your arm,
around my shivering sides,
and squeeze me,
keeping the warmth between us,
I melt into your body,
leaving no trace of me,
except the scent of,
lavender and ocean breeze.
"What is love, if not comfort?"
 May 2015 CautiousRain
N M
Paul
 May 2015 CautiousRain
N M
I was at the supermarket
in front of aisle three
the first time you said
that you loved me.

It was through a text
because you're a ****
and it was only because
I gave you the homework.

I was getting dressed
just standing there humming
the first time you asked
me to homecoming.

It was over the phone
because you're so lazy
and it was only because
your first choice went crazy.

We were in class
hardly learning a bit
the first time that we
exchanged some spit.

It was through a drink lid
oh so nonchalantly
and it was only because
you wanted my coffee.

Only friends
is how we ended up
and I don't mind sharing
love, dates or a cup.

Somehow you still seem
to make me happy
but prom is coming up
and please don't ask me.
∆.

Solo
Sin ti.

En aislamiento, interrupción, solo sin ti
Veranos pasan por mi ventana sin luz
Dos inviernos al año, es un gris confeti
Mas tu presencia en mi mente permanece
Me has arrebatado, ladrona in fraganti
Mi corazón de su trono abenuz
Al sentir el auge, supe incontinenti
Que de tu abundante cabello de ónice
Y tu personalidad me convertí
En un fiel devoto bajo mi capuz
Y bajo mi capuz yo me prometí
Jamás manifestar que de ti fui yo un cómplice.

No.

No me quedaré abajo ahora
Hablaré, lo diré, prepárate
Ya he pasado por esta acera
Esta vez yo llegaré al final
Esta vez no habrá perdedora
Por esta vez seré yo el valiente
Te diré que el día no dura
Con nuestra conexión mental
No hace falta ni una palabra.

No espero un sí, solo contesta
Tú en tu vida y no te preocupes
Yo no quiero meter la pata
En tus asuntos y problemas
Y si me dejas, señorita
Entrar en todos tus rincones
Prometo no ser un hipócrita
Estaré hasta el fin de los días
No temas, que soy optimista.

Si el corazón
Es a tu fruta
Soy yo el tazón
Esto es la fiesta
Nosotros el son.
 May 2015 CautiousRain
Laura
"I abandoned my heartache in the woods. When I returned, it had grown so old that it started to mold"
I wait for you, heavy hearted
Harsh, cold raindrops drench my soul.
Hope washed away with falling tears on my cheek
You never came.
Oxygen deprivation,
faces turning blue.
Everyone I see is me
beneath the full moon.

Seas and oceans swallow
each and every person
whom ever I do follow,
the rapture's coming soon.

Are they real, these drowning fiends?
I guess I'll only know in time.
I don't think I thought these floods
pouring deep from within my mind.
I hate
 May 2015 CautiousRain
Jeanette
Nights are narrated
by the hum from power lines;
the one that is only heard when it is too early,
or too late.

With a full mind, desperate to spill,
collect your thoughts
like water in cupped hands.

Watch as they slip,
drop by drop
through the cracks between your fingers.

Feel the disappointment as you realize
that these feelings
will never be tangible
outside of your own body.
.
Think of the power lines once again,
as they hum,
but only when no one is listening.
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