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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1591735
A few short poems that I've written
A Side-Note...
A lot of this stuff is dark, and not very happy at all.  But most of my short poems were written in an immensely difficult time in my life.






FLEETING GLIMPSE

Sometimes I feel like I catch a glimpse of a flash of a picture
A picture which I haven’t yet fully seen

But just as it appears so quickly, it’s gone just as fast

And I’m left to wonder about it,
Left to wait until I catch that fleeting moment
Once more
Hope God’s hands allow it to flicker by
Once again

Like the staggering light of a candle
After it’s been snuffed away:
Lightening, still, yet only for a moment
As if letting all near know of the future light it will bring…






GATEWAY

The gracing stars in the night sky
Are like a gateway to eternity,
Heaven’s eyes…






DEEP AND DAZZLING

There’s no way I can describe
The stars and the night sky

So driven, so intriguing
Just like you, it captivates me

You fill me with a feeling so huge
Caught inside beauty
Hovering in my heart

And I can’t grasp it
For it grasps me

And I’ve fallen
Into a deep, but dazzling darkness






BREATHE AGAIN

I could never breathe with you.

And I can breathe now, without you.

But back then, breathing, it never occurred to me—
I didn’t need air, I didn’t need.

So, so naïve—
I let you suffocate me,
Willingly.

But now I can breathe.
Can breathe here, at the end.

It’s difficult—
I have to learn to breathe again.







BREAK THE SURFACE

Now that it’s all over
Now that it’s done and I’ve broken away
Broken your grip and the match you lit
You can’t bring me down anymore.
Now that it’s over, now that it’s at an end
You can’t bring me down anymore. 






OH, LOVE

I behold great comfort
In someone beyond the highest capabilities of incredible
Who loves me
And longs for my comfort back






PUPPET STRINGS

He’ll always have a piece of my heart
And I’m never going to
get it back
It’s like taking away the senses
Replacing passion
with routine
Like my soul’s on puppet strings







SPRING BREEZE

This, too, shall pass
Shall break my heart, break away
Break the night into the day
And breathing gets harder
Even I know that

Even I know that look in your eyes
So I won't say a thing

I’ll make some plans to put down my cards
throw in my hand
show someone my heart

And I’ll turn toward the away, awake
And wait with hopeful grace
In the face of fair pain
because this, too, shall pass
This, too, shall pass







STOLEN LIGHT

After I see the approaching clouds,
Until the last rain drop falls from the sky,
While a new, fresh wind sweeps through,
So that the sun shines warm and bright again,
Each day I am discovering new strength.

Provided that now I’ve taken my wings back from you,
While I’m finding my own glide again,
Even though you once stole all light from me,
Since then I’m brighter than I’ve ever been,
Each day I am discovering new strength.







YOUR NAME RHYMES

The things I give up to be broken beyond repair

The insanity that comes
With putting myself out there

The things I give up to be broken beyond repair

The pain that comes
With everything being fair

It’s all so fair
And it hurts like hell

It’s all so right
So how it’s supposed to be
And it hurts like hell

Why does it hurt like hell?
Make it stop
Make it stop
It hurts, oh please
It hurts

It’s incredible:
This pain so raw
That never heals
This pain so raw
That time can’t seal

The things I give up to be broken beyond repair

It’s incredible:
This pain—
It hurts more and more
The more I care

The more I care
The more it tears me open
Everywhere

Why does it hurt so bad to care?

The things I give up to be broken beyond repair.

I’m broken beyond repair.
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