Someday

Someday you won’t miss me this much

You won’t crave my familiar scent

Or reach out to touch my hand

You won’t smile when you hear my name

Or think of me during class

 

Once in a while, you might remember me

On a cold night when your mind has been wandering

And you’ll stop and think

“Oh, so that was the girl I used to love”

Roses

Even roses could not survive in this frozen tundra of a world,

where darkness perpetually sweeps the land,

digging up chunks of wet dirt

and eradicating long forgotten daisies

with one simple flick of the hand.

New Beginnings

We are all dying

Shedding and decomposing

As the worlds spins on

Unforgiving

And you and I

And our broken hands

We have yet to mend

Hold on for dear life

For although we want to die

Life has only just begun

Mourning

We buried them with our tears

Their silent sorrows muffled by our cries

As we painted pictures in the night sky

With drops of blood from our finger tips

 

Think Of Me

Think of me often

On days when the sun

Sets lower in the sky

On nights when the moon

Is not there

In times of sorrow

And in times of delight

Think of me when I am

Not near

“The Anactoria Poem”

by  Sappho

Some there are who say that the fairest thing seen 
on the black earth is an array of horsemen;
some, men marching; some would say ships; but I say
          she whom one loves best

is the loveliest. Light were the work to make this 
plain to all, since she, who surpassed in beauty
all mortality, Helen, once forsaking
          her lordly husband,

fled away to Troy--land across the water. 
Not the thought of child nor beloved parents 
was remembered, after the Queen of Cyprus
          won her at first sight.

Since young brides have hearts that can be persuaded 
easily, light things, palpitant to passion
as am I, remembering Anaktória
          who has gone from me

and whose lovely walk and the shining pallor
of her face I would rather see before my 
eyes than Lydia's chariots in all their glory
          armored for battle.