whitetiger77 Poetry (5)

love is a river wild and free,

that opens to an ocean so sweet and tenderly.

love wishes to fill the empty spots and make them whole again,

it's not always easy it gets rough now and then.

so sometimes when I am troubled and don't know what to do,

you always whisper I'm awful proud of you.

love is not looking on as perfect in everyway,

it's seeing the normal human flaws and loving them anyway.

Anger builds inside me.
I cannot run and I cannot hide.
It lingers around every corner, searching for me.
while I sit in a long dark alley, it creeps around the corner.
As fear revolves around my head, I sit, trembling and sweating as it gets closer.
I try to push it away, but fail and it seeps into me.
It takes over my body, like Hitler taking over Europe in world war II.
It begins to feed on my soul, like a blood sucker feeding on it's prey.
My eyes turn red, while I explode like a nuclear bomb.
No one wants to get too close to me,
fearing I may tear them apart,
like a meat shredder does to meat.
No one except one, that is anger himself.

My eyes cannot penetrate the dark surroundings.
I stand motionless, afraid I may fall into a deep pit.
I cannot hear; it's like a vacumm all around me.
I get this weird feeling like something is about to happen.
My heart begins to beat faster as fear overcomes my body.
I begin to run, then I realize I am going nowhere.
then all of a sudden I open my eyes and the sun is shining brightly.
I get up and start my morning chores.

everything was like a dream come true,
then one day everything was so blue.
no one expected, no one even thought,
the worst was about to happen.
it happened so suddenly,
and yet you fought so stubbornly.
we all wanted you to stay,
but your body wouldn't delay.
now you are in heaven,
we are here dreading.
there are days I wonder what did I do,
but I am the one who needs to make it through.
even when it's hard to go on,
our kids needs me to be strong.
I keep looking for you somewhere,
and I wish this was a nightmare.

Here we are watching the sun set into the horizon,
while her hair is blowing gentley in the wind.
I look at her and,
her eyes are shining like the midnight star.
I take her hand in mine and she has a gentle touch,
like a feather landing in my hand.
I reach over to brush her cheek,
and her skin is soft like a rabbits fur.
while I look at her,
I realize she is much more beautiful than a pure white dove.
as I lean close to her I whisper into her ear,
"you are the most beautiful thing I've ever loved".