"The Vanity In A Kiss"

I kissed your cheek,

but all you could do

was turn away

A tear drop fell

like suicide, pointless

as the memories

I started to walk away,

but then turned around

hoping one day you might

see

I kissed you once

to let you down

Not that sweetest thing

two would-be lovers do

I kissed you; then, you

turned your face from me

Just one last kiss

Meant not for you -

Meant so that you would

watch, and watching

see me leave 

by:rueberry

Source: the-mind-of-rueberry

 #the vanity in a kiss #rueberry #CC

"My Make Believe"

I hide in a box away from the world,

a pretty box, where life is never cruel

I drew for myself windows upon its walls,

the most beautiful of sceneries, so as

to delight, in wishes I pretend

to be so real

And I smile at my lovely fantasy, made

for myself, hidden within, this precious

square of mine

away from the pain, my insecurity, and doubt,

my escape here within from the fears without

I hide in a box

It’s such a lovely place, my secret world where 

no-one can hurt me

I can look out through perfect windows, 

and not at the things - I’m unable

to face

I live in a box, hoping always

I will

by:rueberry

Source: the-mind-of-rueberry

 #my make believe #rueberry #CC

"Breathless"

I’m find myself shaking, when

you walk into the room.

Just a bit - enough

My body knows when it’s you

I hear my voice tremble

every time we say hello

It may sound silly, but

no-one else does that

to me - at all

I always feel like I’m falling

when you go away

I hold my breath, as I watch 

you leave - it’s true 

it feels like such a long wait 

until tomorrow comes, until I

get to breathe again

So I start to tremble, fall on the

inside - as I shake away the doubt,

waiting for the next first time, when 

I’m seeing you, being with you,

and needing you, all over again

When you’re not here I become

who I was - and these days

that’s just - not me

These days - I’m just

not the same

by:rueberry

Source: the-mind-of-rueberry

 #breathless #rueberry #CC #prose

"Crinkled Pages" (a collaboration)

takingstockofwhatmattersmost

Beneath the ink we spill upon the pages
as ancient scribes residing within this hallowed place 
these, our crinkled pages, 
words bled, lessons learned 
of lives left behind - and of better days yet to come 
will you find in seeking 
that same love and loss, 
pain and sorrow, 
and by so doing discover - when among each other 
we are never alone

the-mind-of-rueberry

For what is the heart of a poet, 
that rare and thoughtful scribe, 
if not but a voice 
quietly speaking of things in all, 
and of all, within us 
touching as would a lover, 
as a friend, or hurtful foe, 
but that which lives to never end? 
That eternal need to share 
hoping another might feel as we, 
as we seek confirmation, a validation, 
that proclaims not only we live, 
but that we are also in the truths found by another - 
alive

Source: the-mind-of-rueberry

 #crinkled pages (a collaboration) #rueberry #taking stock

"Restore These Tears - My Soul"

Let these tears I cry

fall within 

the deep river

of my soul

Let their current flow

and make smooth 

my stony heart 

(I cry for this)

Let joy find me

once again

hidden for fear

of love

Let life begin

anew again

(I cry for this)

Let crying

free me from

my doubt within

when broken

once you promised

a love I’ve yet 

to know

(I cry for this)

And crying hope

as do I - do you do too

- also

(I cry for this)

by:rueberry

Source: the-mind-of-rueberry

 #poetry #restore these tears my soul #rueberry #CC

Forever Is Too Soon

:

A gentle kiss

Softly spoken an “I Love You”

Eyes carefully caressing

Their perfect pictures

Visions trapped within a glimpse

You and I

Lying here

Drowning 

One another

In these precious moments 

Hoping we had

More than forever

When forever 

For us - would be

too soon

by:rueberry

Source: the-mind-of-rueberry

 #forever is too soon #rueberry #CC

A Willow Wept With Us

I saw you weeping beneath a willow tree,

afraid of the shade, but unable to be

in the warmth of the sun

Your tears fell freely, wetting the ground, a

branch from the willow, tearfully, cried along 

I was saddened to see you in such a way,

yet, all I could do was to turn my gaze

There were no words, no, nothing I could do,

as I sat alone in my shade - weeping too

by:rueberry

Source: the-mind-of-rueberry

 #CC #a willow wept with us #rueberry #poetry

"Rain On A Sunny Day"

I cried that awful day, the day

my best friend passed away

It felt like the rain on that sunny day,

pointless, a spiteful measure,

a thing reserved for a different time,

not one such as this 

Nothing is pleasant when

comes the rain

Though it, at times, allows the sun

to kindly shine, still there is hidden a mockful cloud,

gleeful in its deceit, and robbing us of a warmth

we might, otherwise, cherish to feel

I cried on that awful day, the day I lost

my best friend, my friend in every way,

not because it rained on a sunny day,

but because - this is what

best friends do

by:rueberry

"The Rain Below"

There is a rain, one not from above,

but within us, and just as real

Its wet is our joy, as well as, our sorrow

Tender teardrops of promise, or fearful

 storms which rage and beset us

There is a rain - here below

yet, unlike above, this rain falls

upon the hearts of us all - refreshing

our worlds in a way -  the heavens 

could never hope

There is a rain, that rain

here below, which waters a seed

stemming lovingly from it - so that as it grows

can also our

-hopes

by:rueberry

Source: the-rueberry-scrolls  #the rain below #rueberry #CC #poetry

"Grit"

A vow I swore. A sacred vow. And I have shown my words to be true. I have become convinced in my unwaivering sincerity to that cause I purposed so long ago! I clung tightly to the object of my desire, my obsession, and it rescued me, delivered me. I held it in a lover’s embrace, and attained that which was deprived me. I have become fulfilled because of my commitment, my unyielding fortitude, successful a form, provoking all who gazed upon my achievement to secret envies.
At the first, I had been confounded. The demands were always more! They engulfed my soul with bitter consternation’s. I cried out in painful, unrelenting agonies, despair, and impedance, not knowing by what manner to appease the relentless demands, ceaseless in their expectations, seemingly unattainable by their standard. For I only mortal, flesh and blood. All I could see were my limitations. My consistent afflictions held no regard  to the boundaries which hindered the extent of my ability. But a man, I made of my soul an indentured servant, wanting only to bask in the radiance of glory, illuminating in a self made divinity. This was the reasoning for my having made that hallowed of vow at the  first.
Yet, in my madness, I found redemption, a self forgiveness, a different path to achieve my  desire. I threw off the rantings of a confused and wretched creature, and persuaded, I believed in my right to dream, to become! I forsook the shackles of conformity, and found within myself fortitude, rather than empty ambition. Need was no longer my reasoning to continue. Intent became my purpose instead. For come the end of my journey, it shall be with a most joyous and heart felt jubilance, my testimony to all who shall care to hear these words: this road long traveled, was worth its cost. This price, so highly paid, worth the tribulation. It shall forever be the better part, to those such as I, that the pursuit of a matter is made manifest only when that thing so lovely, so whole heartedly embraced by the believer, is considered worthy of all sacrifice, all struggle, and all pain. For this is the true nature of perseverance  - passion.

by:rueberry

Source: the-mind-of-rueberry

 #grit #rueberry #CC

"Love Saw Me Lonely"

I cried the day love smiled upon me

Looked my way, saw a heart willing

I was amazed - filled with joy

For only in fairy-tales did I know of her

Never believing her real - no, not for me

Now I have meaning, in love do I now believe 

Love saw me lonely

Alone in this life

Kindly she sought me, taught me

That she was a gift

That the giving of her

Is as giving to one’s self

And so this I do

Give freely my love

So that freely another

Can give of her too

by:rueberry

Source: the-mind-of-rueberry

 #love saw me lonely #rueberry #CC

"The Man And The Rain"

the-mind-of-rueberry

I did not know the man who sat on the wooden bench

gazing at the ebb and flow of a pond he had frequented 

often in the days of his youth; a time so very long ago 

He lit a cigarette, and inhaled the smoke deeply into

his lungs, then whispered, as though to the wet before him, 

words that sounded all too familiar; ancient words I too somehow

knew, but could not by purpose in earnest recall.

A soft rain began to fall, and I wondered if I should stay,

yet, taking note of him, it was as though the rain presented 

no burden to him, as it fell kindly dropping, increasing ever so slowly

upon his stature, unwavering, and without a care

He remained sitting there - watching

And, so, I remained too

anacoluthiac

I saw him furrow his brow, as he gazed in stoic manner 

Lightning splashed against the gray sky transforming what had

been a soft rain into a downpour of angry intent  

The storm pelted his clothing as if in an attempt to chastise his skin

Yet, he remained unmoved, as his cigarette became doused,

its fire the same as he - ashed remains of what had once been   

He let it slip from his fingers and  fall to the wet grass 

Unaffected by the storm, he lit another calm in his resignation 

I considered again the words he had spoken, imploring the recesses of my mind to trouble a search, to reveal to me that precious mystery trapped in a forgotten history 

A memory reminiscent of a life and a time so near I could feel its touch

Looking closer the reflection smiled as if back at me, and it was then I saw, as did

it too

I had been the one seeking to discover all along - the man in the rain

just as he had been seeking - to rediscover me

by: anacoluthiac & rueberry

     (a collaboration) 

Source: the-mind-of-rueberry

 #the man and the rain #rueberry #anacoluthiac #CC 

"In Spite Of The Dark"

Heart of my heart - precious beatings
Love of my loving - intimate ecstasy
Cherished surrender - my restoration
Savior - resurrection
of feelings forgotten - hidden from me

You have made me whole again,
allowed me to believe
And for that I adore you - always
My only one
My newness of  life - unlike before
when lost and afraid - I wandered
in sorrowful wilderness - lonely
and torn

Heart of my heart - love of my loving
Soul that was as I - longing
Two hearts all alone that - somehow
found the other - searching too
in the darkest dark
And finding by chance - gleeful
a gift - happiness
despite the coldness of black
escape did we find - in the warmth
of searching eyes - brightly burning
and shining with hope

by:rueberry

Comfort Zones Are For The Cowardly

I stood before the life I had wanted,

and the one I had chosen

Two separate tomorrows

One  journeyed, another dissuaded 

I ventured to return back to my first love,

It seemed the harder part, in this push and

pull life one can barely call - living

And how it was I had hoped - to feel alive

Unlike that of this existence that now

so defines me

Yet, there I stood having another chance

to make a different choice

A favored one

I fixed my gaze upon the two, once again,

two choices, two lives, as had been before 

Seeing in one unimaginable possibility 

In the other security, and no more

Then after a while, I let a sigh

and turned around, returning to whence

I had come  - knowing

that at the time of my last breath

in this life - I will have lived,

I shall have been

But for all I may do, and have done

I will have none-the-less been no

more than a coward

Comforted only by one consolation

I had not been the only one

by:rueberry

Source: the-mind-of-rueberry

 #comfort zones are for the cowardly #rueberry #CC

"Let The Children Play"

Children dream their dreams,
in innocence forgetting, for in
dreams what is there should 
they regret?


They laugh and play, smile at
promising tomorrows
For none but a child does hope,
that come tomorrow, they shall laugh,
and smile - again


This is the blessing of youth, that
selfless gift
My only wish if I could make reality,
in this world where this we take,
break, with our grown up minds,
is that we would allow - somehow 
all such as they, to laugh and to play,


Let the children play - I say
Leave them their silly dreams
For in time, as did we
Their dreams will simply
Fade away


by:rueberry