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Dreams drifted me off
Reality left behind
Endless freedom found!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 March 2017
Soft
A space
Between the
Spaces where I find
You, breathless ... broken
Bare and beautied
Upon your reef
I am bound
In ruin.
This journey of which you now read, happens to many of us
It's what happened to me, my thoughts through the waves in discuss
It was on a normal day, I was fishing on craggy rocks
When out of the blue it came, this wave and me became locked
Salted eyes and gasping for air, hazed glimpses of where I once stood
My thoughts in flickering capture, the youngest of our family brood
The last catch of land I see, as I'm trawled so far into this blue
My heart emitting signals from their youngest, I, their loving true
Deeper and deeper I'm swallowed, marine life simply abounds
For marvels they definitely are, just like those marvels on common ground
Nearly ten minutes has passed, yet I'm as alert as I would normally be
My eyes now appear to be customised, as I view what's all around me
Dolphins play chasing Tuna, Hammerheads patrol like guards
Species like the Mola Mola, so wonderful, their definitely stars
Momentarily I glimpse through the light, as it diminishes into cobalt blues
The sights that I start to see, are species in identity confuse
Upon a fallen whale, it's carcass in steadily clean
Are hundreds of half meter Hag Fish, of them I wouldn't like to dream
Suddenly a movement catches my eye, a Sixgill Shark swims close to me
Strangely I don't feel nervous at all, beside this marvel of the seas
This flowing through these cobalt blues, is like a feeling I've never known
Was there a desire on this day, for the wave to take me, now shown
This journey of which you now read, happens to many of us
On a beach many hours later I awoke, around the schools I now discuss
When ever you are close to the waters, whether oceans, lakes or seas
Me, well I have no answers, be careful and you won't be me
*~*
Drifted deep in wintry dark
she's in decline, as useless
as a sailboat in a hurricane.
Once a haven for hikers,
a shelter for stalwarts and strays
'til the mountain gave summons,
now forlorn and disregarded,
like a maiden aunt, too old and without purpose,
though winsome in her former days
when she was quite the prize,
the belle of every ball, envied by all.
"If those walls could speak!" they say,
as the hikers pass her by,
never offering a second glance.
WE USED TO BE SO CLOSE INSEPARABLE TIGHTER THAN ANY PAIR OF BLUE JEANS.
NOW WE ARE GOING DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS IT ONLY SEEMS AS IF WE WERE NEVER CLOSE.
IT SADDENS MY HEART TO US THIS WAY THERE IS NOTHING I WISH FOR THAN FOR THINGS TO BE THE WAY THEY USED TO BE.
I TRY TO GO ON BUT IT DOESN'T FEEL THE SAME IT SEEMS AS IF WE ARE NOT IN CONTACT WITH ONE ANOTHER.
YOU BECAME A MOTHER AND I MOVED AWAY BUT I KNOW DEEP IN MY HEART.
WE DRIFTED APART AND BECAME DIVIDED INTO OUR OWN WORLD.
Holding hands, into our eyes we stare
As we turn to the bleak that awaits us there
Deafening creaks like thunderous roars
Her arching back in ripping soar
Screaming explosions as the waters seep
Tears of many as life ends their keep
Below the cobalt in a coldly drift
Sinking debris in continual shift
Our hands still held amidst disappearing lights
We no longer focus as we enter our blight
Below we drifted, two souls soon to be gone
How many of us end up where we don't belong
*~*
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She captured my heart with just a few words,
Trickling into my very core and rested there,
A special part of me that will never go,
I wish she could see that so much clearer,
To truly understand the methods of my heart,
She became a big part of my world,
Infiltrated and penetrated thoughts,
Drifted into dreams,
Came with me for walks and trips,
She never left me,
But she fights it all the way to leave me.
You promised you loved me with all of your heart,
I wish I knew it was all lies from the start.
My hearts scared from being broken and bruised,
From being cheated on, lied to, and used.
Crying myself to sleep many nights cause you were home,
Leaving me feeling unimportant, unloved, and alone.
We were once Bonnie and Clyde and all you needed was me,
Now I know I wasn't enough to make you happy.
The us that was once one has now become two,
How can you hurt someone who loves you.
From the beginning I was the glue that bonded what we had,
You took me for granted and made me feel bad.
When it comes to me you've always put me last,
But I've always put you first in the present, future and past.
My tears I've cried are for your attention and touch,
With you not being here has made me miss you so much.
Love is about the act not always what you say
You need to learn that and live by this way.
February 09, 2012
~The One and Only~
Alone,
By myself
In a world so cold and so unknown
Nobody else
Knows the emotions that I know
Going from feelings like the roughest edges of the highest mountains
To the soft, mellow sounds of the river flow
Having some emotions embraced
And having some shunned
Having some friends to listen
To having none
My eyes sometimes glistened
From the heavy tears that fell
Trying to hide the truth, for which I would not tell
Days went by
Eyes were never dry
As the tears slid down my cheeks,
Tap danced on my lips,
And tiptoed to my chin,
The truth began to show from the way my tears leaked,
To the sway of my hips,
Down to the writing of my pen
Out of this world I drifted
I'm down and begging to be lifted
Mouth glued shut tight
Eyes open wide expalining what I do night after night
Touching bases with myself
Is the key to bettering myself
Mending my own heart
Would be a great start
To see a smile on my face again
Is what I will enjoy in the end
Drifted deep in wintry dark
she's in decline, as useless
as a sailboat in a storm.
Once a haven for hikers,
a shelter for stalwarts and strays
'til the mountains gave summons;
now forlorn and disregarded,
like a maiden aunt too old and to no purpose,
though winsome in her former days
when she was quite the prize,
the belle of every ball, envied by all.
"If those walls could only speak!" they say,
as they quickly pass on by,
not giving her a second glance.
With these rings, we said, "I do,"
Never planned to play the fool.
Too young to grasp loves weight,
Too blind to heed its rules.
We were D—drifting, never devoted.
We were I—insensible, inconsiderate.
We broke our Vows, splintered trust.
We were O—reckless, outrageous.
We were R—tangled, bitter root.
We were C—careless, never committed.
We were E—estranged, unraveling fast.
A word we swore would never be ours
became the silent sentence:
Divorce.
Too immature for love’s responsibility,
we fled into goodbye.
Stoic,rigid,loving still.
Shaken,pulled,standing still.
Troubled, down-trodden,trusting still.
Broken,torn,firm still.
Tortured,violated,winning still.
Lacking, pauper,fulfilling still.
Aimless,wandering, covered still.
Woebegone,saddened, hopeful still.
Incapacitated, challenged,contributing still.
Obscure,wretched,worthy still.
Mirage,vague,concrete still.
Cajoled,swindled,resourceful still.
All of these,many are being drifted.
The swerving sea weeds,all likened to.
One position,yet another,moved.
Their imbalanced state,amidst .
Sea weeds sprout largely
with tentacles spread across
and bases firmly rooted in the sea.
Did it happen; happening right now?
Will it happen?
Will the bond that was made so quickly,
deteriorate?
Deteriorate until its shattered and broken?
Broken and unable to be mended?
To be made anew, with vibrancy: filled with life?
To be like it was before?
This bond that was made in such a short time
period.
This bond that's... cherished?
Drifted deep in wintry dark
she's in decline, as useless
as a sailboat in a storm.
Once a haven for hikers,
a shelter for stalwarts and strays
till the mountains gave summons,
now forlorn and disregarded,
like a maiden aunt too old and to no purpose,
though winsome in her former days
when she was quite the prize,
the belle of every ball, envied by all.
"If those walls could speak!" they say
as they quickly pass on by,
never giving her a second glance.
Drifted deep in wintry dark
she's in decline, as useless
as a sailboat in a storm.
Once a haven for hikers,
a shelter for stalwarts and strays
'til the mountains gave summons;
now forlorn and disregarded,
like a maiden aunt too old and to no purpose,
though winsome in her former days
when she was quite the prize,
the belle of every ball, envied by all.
"If those walls could only speak!" they say,
as they quickly pass on by,
not giving her a second glance.