The Separation

The truth burnt me

at the tip of my tongue

and small embers became alight

God knows, how much I tried

to keep the flames inside

but

it wasn't mean to be...

My conscience only served to feed the heat

that made my brow leak

from drops of my own deceit

and I cried like

never before

invisible tears

that shattered the floor

upon which I stood...

and like

the jagged throes of birth

my words

painful in their stride

surpassed the speed of light

and invaded your chest

ripping open the cage

that shielded your life

and

left you without breath

left your cardiac

arrested

without bail

as your beats failed

so did your trust in me...

and as I looked at the pieces

of our infarcted love

lying beneath

our broken dreams

I saw us

as we really were

separate beings

whose love was never meant

to be

but at one time

we were devout

so I didn't protest

as you screamed out

your baritone laced with defeat

I,

didn't protest hearing the door slam

with finality from beneath

I,

didn't protest

watching your back recede

into the shadows street

for I knew

the love we carried

was. not. meant. to. be.

and that nevermore,

the two would meet...

but sometimes I wonder...

what if I was wrong...

My Inspiration:  Old Poetry Archives #2014

 

© KohylahPiper 2017

#90 Incredulous

courtesy: +Robert Kirchner

it hits my insides
so violently sometimes...
              if I see something i know you'd like
      phrases you'd find interesting
music...guitar chords
been a while
but finally
i've touched the piano
                   because...
it hits my insides
making them drop.

outwardly,
i've stopped crying
but Lord knows
in my mind
this mourning hasn't stopped:

                 the thing is,
i forget sometimes...
because physically
i hadn't seen you in ages
just pictures
       on social media
       to remind each other of
our changing faces

we hardly spoke till we did
       and when we did
       it was...everything
the alchemist
the last book you sent me
read every word the same day
brain starved for something
        other than the non fictional
        pursuits of the body
I needed to know everyday...

then here comes
the sun
         in the middle of mornings like
these
when randomly i hear
some song you sent me---
you knew my taste so well...
we just liked similar things I guess,

  i've never had an idle conversation
  with you really
you know those types where
there's nothing to say
but people painfully continue talking anyway...?

           you always shared something i never knew
of...

but now here comes
the sun
         moments like these
when I randomly hear
some song you sent me---
              its incredulous
that i'm shocked all over again...
         and as if this knowledge
was newly shared
it hits my insides
so violently.

     you're no longer here
no longer here?
...
     even if I wanted to tell you of
something I thought you'd like to hear
begin one of our conversations,

     or sing you a song...

when last did I sing you a song?

it hits my insides so violently...
and it hurts all
over again.
             but it will go away...
as it always does
             life continues on
          until something reminds me of you
randomly just like today;
and it hits my insides
                 so violently
incredulous...it is
to realise   that you are gone.

 My Inspiration: 22 October 2015

© KohylahPiper 2016

#52 You Are Loved

courtesy sunshizzle

You are loved.

Many people don't believe this,

maybe because they never heard it

but I wager you've seen it in actions

you never took any notice of.

A smile in the morning,

a hot meal prepared in the evening,

a quick hug and peck on

the cheek...

the constant chatter

from your child

who wants you to

know every detail

about their day

just because

you matter..

You are loved.

Do you know this?

Just for a moment,

take time

to reflect on small actions

you take so easily for granted.

A short text

that asks

What's up with you today?

That person who sits by your side silently

even though you tell them to go away

That friend

who calls to talk

and when it’s your turn

really listens

because to them,

it’s important...

all that you have to say.

That someone who tries to explain

even though they really

don't have to

just to show that

it’s important for them to know

that you want to understand them too.

Spontaneous jokers

that leave you breathless

while laughing,

someone who leaves work

because you don't feel well

and brings those menthol drops

you hate

to help with that coughing...

You are loved.

Don't ever forget this.

When the afternoon shadows seem darker

and the air seems more chilled than usual.

You may not have heard

the words,

but somehow, in

someway you have felt love's touch.

Someone has shown you

You've just never noticed them;

or never even listened with your heart

that much

Love lightly knocks

on different doors

to all of which you hold the keys

but if you never use them

you'll never notice the

way love speaks...

So today;

just for this moment

think of the actions

you’ve been shown

and take notice

that

you are loved...

But do you love in return?

My Inspiration: What people take for granted.

 

© KohylahPiper 2015

#40 Life Doesn't Give You a Minute

 

Life doesn't give you a minute

You're finally adjusting

to losing a friend

when another one

leaves

taking his beautiful heart with him

Sometimes you need a breath

in between

the transition

between grieving and living

but the lines sometimes

blur and you become

accustomed to 

just being

The salty flow

is ever at the edge

of your lids

but don't run over

because it almost

never stopped the

last time it had started

Through the lows

though

there is a peace

that comes

from knowing

that both lives were

spent shining with

heaven's love.

One young

one older

but the end though

different 

both lives rested in a solid faith

that was held high on both

their shoulders

Life doesn't give you a minute

to waste,

at its very end

all will depend on

what you gave away

and the love and hope

you chose to expend.

  My Inspiration: October and November Friends

 

© KohylahPiper 2015