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A Single Heartbeat

 

A heartbeat….

When a young woman’s hand reached out

To touch a boy’s heart

With her finger

The boy felt his heartbeat

Love for her.

 

The Sand Flower (Her Pink Kiss, For Autumn and Winter)

 

A seed, planted in the sand

Grows from the pit of sand

On a fall’s day

A flower of love

Bloomed from the warmth of

The sand, so protected

And kept safe

From the fall days

 

When winter comes,

The loving flower is so

Filled with love

It’s pedals and pollen

Glow a soft pink

In the winter season

In its pit of sand,

The loving flower

Always dreams

In its home

 

A love

In the cold season

 

A flower that blossomed

Into a glowing pink

 

Pedals and pollen

Look like a heart

As she comes along

In her winter season

And fills the heart

With her love

 

Walking away, to forget her flower,

She leaves the pink heart

To grow

 

The next year, at fall and winter

The heart flower

Of pink

Is still alive

 

Beating love for

The fall and winter

Seasons

 

On it’s sand pit,

The pink flower

Reflects on its life

 

The pink flower

Never stopped reflecting

On her life

 

The kiss that gave it love

 

A kiss,

She gave, to a boy

Hiding in her pink flower

 

Of autumn and winter

 

 

 

Stair to Stair

 

In the run

From stair to stair

 

He feels a voice, telling him

To run with its powerful call

 

Loving the voice,

He follows her voice

 

As she is a reflection

Of the boy

 

Her voice, saying things

That are smiling

 

As the boy

 

Runs with her voice

And mirror vision

 

Up his/her stairs

 

To a boy’s home.

 

She opens the door, with him

 

She steps in his home….

 

To live with her boy

 

Her voice telling him

 

The longed-for young woman

Is with her boy.

 

In his and her home

 

He feels his heart beat fast

 

With the young lady’s touch

 

Her boy feels her hands touch

His heart….

As he goes to slow his heart beat down,

 

His young girl slows her boy lover’s heart

 

For her friend.

 

 

Lost Night (Endless Love)

 

In a boy’s night,

 

Swirls of love

 

Spiral in the night air….

 

Visions, of an imagined love

 

So truly endless, in the lost night….

 

…. Of the following early morning sky

 

In a young woman’s early morning,

 

She wakes her colourful eyes up

 

And forgets

 

The lost night

 

Of endless love in the sky

 

 

Never to forget, a boy wishes her to see.

 

 

Night…. Can’t Find

 

Her hands all in the dark sky, her hands can’t find

Who they look for, in his any nightlight

For her to see

 

Still, he holds on to her in his imagination

And memories

Painting visions, for a young woman

To find, when her hands do see

A nightlight

In a window of the…. her night

 

Twig

 

A twig, stepped on

A twig, found and repaired

Grown into a tree

By boy, by woman

 

Tree

 

A Tree, loved by roots

Grown into a red heart

Boy, roots

Woman, red heart

 

Red Heart

 

His roots, wrap around; his hand, lift up

Her red heart, beat inside; her hand

Hold his

 

Someday, his roots

Wrap no longer

 

Her red heart, beat outside

 

Her hand holds

A little root

 

Her Night

 

In her home,

The young woman

Goes to sleep

Calming herself

So sleepily

 

Outside her home,

 

A new day awaits for her….

 

In the young woman’s tomorrow.

 

 

He was Always Her Friend

 

In the morning, she saw him fly away

…. her hope

 

Of his future

 

Her bright colours

 

So alive and free

 

From him

 

The fading flight

 

Of her with him

 

Creates her lovely colours in the air

 

Walking to her

 

She saw him do something so special for her

 

Her discovery, of a child, so alive and free

 

Forgetting her, she cries for him

 

But he was right there,

 

For her to see.

 

He always was

 

A friend to her.

 

 

Her Friend (Young Love)

 

Her friend, the young woman let

Her life touch

 

A young love

Shared between young woman and boy

A young life

They loved with one heart

 

Leaving him alone,

He is lost in his visions

Of his young woman’s life

 

Leaving him,

She takes her hand away

From her boy

 

And his loved young woman

Kills a life that dreamed to love

In her boy

With her life,

Finally fading away, from her and his seasons.

 

The years passing, he remembers his forgotten friend.

 

A young woman, who would have longed

 

To be a boy’s friend.

 

In his and her seasons of their years of life.

 

Her friend’s love was forgotten to her

 

In her seasons

 

When she moved on with her life,

 

Remembering her past year,

 

As the young woman moved on to a new one.

 

The boy never forgot to dream of her,

So he could smile.

 

A young love

Her friend never lost

 

A life

 

Somewhere far

 

As the seasons started again

 

Why were the seasons so lost?

 

 

A boy’s friend

In her seasons of the year

 

 

Healing Kiss

 

When the boy felt his fear,

The young woman gave her kiss

To him.

 

 

 

Passing Colours…. The Wrong Love

 

Was there never any relief of living in a dream?

Maybe to love her,

The boy should let his visions

Of the young woman…. Die.

 

And let her years of life

 

Wave a sad goodbye to his life.

 

 

As her visions float, back to her home.

 

Wherever she lived….

 

Wherever she played….

 

Wherever she grew up….

 

The boy’s love was so wrong

 

For this young woman’s life.

 

Where she lived, in her home

 

She never forgot that special boy.

 

Those days of hers,

 

Yoko had her passing colours in his life

 

 

 

 

 

Love and Sadness

 

 

I’ve tried to remember love

But all I do is remember to cry

 

I’ve remembered visions of you….

Oh, no they’ll never leave me….

 

When I left my home,

And went to the beach

I found you naked,

Waiting for me to touch your body

 

Every flowing water

It only flows to you

 

Somewhere far….

Where you grow

 

You hold my love,

So dreamily in your heart

 

I can’t reach you,

No, my life wasn’t for love

 

My love can be the sky,

But you’ll pass my sky

 

All you your visions saw of me

 

You could never give me enough

 

All the forgotten years you had me dream,

 

All the you, you splashed in my visions

 

When it was night,

 

You left my sea.

 

I want the young woman I see

To make her loving mark,

 

But I can only cry

By your night sea

 

The sky above, you never saw

In the dark

Fading, so lonely

 

I still hang there to kiss you

 

I had a vision of seeing your death,

But I’ll never get to find it.

 

I can’t…. I can’t find it in myself

To write about it.

 

Why, oh, why

 

Can’t I write your death?

 

It’s like trying to find you at night

Is scaring me

 

Everything I remember about you

 

Thank you so much, but I couldn’t love you.

 

 

Everything you wanted me to see,

 

My visions saw it all.

 

Your life…. the music from your youth and younger years…. Your goddess body…. your goddess eyes…. Your friends, from your past…. Your family, loving you….

 

You, playing on a beach…. You, swimming in the ocean…. You, my visions of you…. you in a car, at night in the rain, raindrops of glass…. You, walking to school from your home….

You, leaving school, going home…. Oh, you inside your home, on sunlight days…. Oh, you inside your home, on rainy days, the raindrops of your days on glass….

 

Oh, you, playing with friends of summer days, you, listening to the same music I loved…. Back when it first came out, and was a discovery to your life…. One of the most uplifting dreams of your life….

 

Oh, I’m dreaming to remember, but there’s so much to love.

 

You drank my water…. when you saw what was beneath my eyes.

 

A saw what was beneath yours, a powerful goddess of life

 

I would hug you, cry into you, give myself to your death,

 

You can drink my tears, if you can help me feel breath.

 

I’m so afraid, I want to cry on you by the beach

 

 

You can hold me, you can bring my tears to drip in the sea

 

No longer, can, I float

 

In my clouds for you

 

You don’t know how to help me

 

I want to love crying my sadness on you

 

I don’t know

 

If you loved me

 

When you looked into my eyes

 

Maybe you saw sadness

 

And wanted to help me cry

 

But I can’t flow,

I keep crying.

 

I want to kiss your belly, I wanted to see a true vison

Of your wonderful body

So naked, in a friend’s touch

 

Full of curves, just like my clouds

 

That watch over you

 

As they looked to find where you lived

 

Should I write, your death?

 

Will anyone remember?

 

I dreamed of recording your life

 

So others could see it

 

Read it, when your sad

 

I’ll help you feel so better

 

I’ll cry on you

 

You can give me your tears

 

I’ll take your sadness for you

 

You have a life to be uplifted about

 

I dream of leaving your sadness with me

In your place

 

So you can see

 

The beach and shore

 

The same way you did

 

As a child

 

Visions of seashells

 

I want to bring to life for you

 

You forgot so long ago

 

I’ll hold them for you

 

Until you find me

 

I’ll just hold them

 

And kiss them on your shore

 

A kiss, I was too scared to fill you with

 

If only I wasn’t so afraid,

 

I would have given your life love

 

I wish to see visions of you cry

 

Just to heal you with my health

 

Please believe me

 

I dreamed of being your friend

 

Before I lost you

 

I’m not going to say I’ll be there to for

 

I’m going to say I’ll cry my love for you

 

I’m not going to say I’m a friend for you to lean on

 

I’m going to make you believe you’re my friend

 

A friend to cry with, a friend so you don’t have to cry

 

What life I saw in you,

 

I’m afraid is so faded

 

I dream of your death,

 

I but I don’t know if I have it in me

 

To imagine and record it.

 

I disappointed myself,

 

I disappointed you, my miss.

 

I disappointed my family, I disappointed my life

 

I disappointed

 

And forgot my memories of the beach

 

The ocean and sea become so faded and distant to me

 

I’m not to blame, my life was coloured with yours

 

Soaking my rain on you, so much life to have dreamed

 

Forgetting that beach, forgetting my seashells

 

I can’t hear you, in them, your deep voice so strong no more

 

Even when I cry my sadness in them, you can’t speak to me

 

In your so, so, so lovely

 

And strong womanly voice

 

I’ll grow your voice for you

 

And I’ll never forget your death

 

Even if I’m the only life who remembers,

 

You were worth so much to me.

 

Please, believe me, friend

 

I want to bury you in my sky of summer clouds

 

I want to sunlight to show your fun life,

 

So much love, I’ll cry so you can remember your fun

 

My never knowing, goddess friend, my miss Yoko.

 

Believe me, if I never find it in my life, to write about your death….

 

How you deserve it….

 

Please, please believe

 

I will never not love you

 

In the world of your clouds

 

My sad, sad, forgotten friend,

Miss Yoko

 

I’ll hear your dreamy voice again

 

Please, please in my sad life

 

Please, why didn’t you give me a power

 

To see the world

 

With a goddess’s view

 

When I’ve cried my sad love out,

 

I don’t know how much more I can cry

 

 

Miss Yoko, please believe me

 

I was so scared to kiss your colours

 

Please, didn’t you dream of going to heaven

 

With a boy who was your friend?

 

He was too scared

 

Too pathetic

 

Too horrible

 

Too sad

 

Too confused

 

To not show his kiss to you

 

Please, when you die,

 

If the young man doesn’t write your death

 

To make a memory of it

 

Please, please, please

 

Believe that boy would

 

Wish for you

 

To forgive his life

 

Please, kiss his love

 

When you will die

 

You’ll give vision to his power

 

To preserve his goddess young woman friend’s

 

Goddess life.

 

All the attention, you ever wished to get

From this young man, a boy who had been named

A sexual and loving goddess’s boy, a sound of “Robert”

 

Parents raising you…. parents loving you…. parents spending time with you…. family loving you…. family spending time with you….

 

…. A gold skin girl who was a goddess…. Hips swaying, so thick, healthy, voluptuous, such a soft belly and waist, such a soft and healthy layer of fat to love her…. such powerful, dark eyes, such enormous eyes, seeing a boy’s colours….

 

Such sadness…. Such crying he would give to her…. such power he would hive to her…. The goddess girl doesn’t need to be afraid of sadness…. Her sadness was wonderful…. Her crying was for a special life…. he promises her….

 

Throughout all, all of Yoko’s years of life

 

When he has forgotten the goddess young woman he fell in love with,

 

When all her seasons of life are finally finished

 

And Yoko can sleep with, her goddess tears of a girl’s uplifting life

 

The boy she fell in love with, the boy who once longed to kiss her

 

Believe the days, that he will find, somehow,

 

His way back to this dreamy girl

 

At her death of a dreamed, sexy goddess, who was once born

 

On a day he never was.

 

A day, creating visions for whoever saw her

 

From her birthday,

 

To her life days

 

A natural, gold goddess

 

Natural visions, of her life

 

Life, a boy, dreaming of her,

Preserved from his dreamy imagination

 

For him to smile sadly

 

At a love, that could have been so many colours.

 

For the boy to smile sadly

 

At the wonders she could have taught him,

 

Of sex

 

 

Oh! Thank you!

 

Thank you!

 

Thank you so much!

 

Thank you….

 

A deep love

 

Her face, smile, eyes saying:

 

“I love you”

 

All you breathed, I can’t breathe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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