KarlRomeo PierreLouis Poems

I must apologize for the appearance of my thoughts
The language in which they felt are translated loosely
Through the lines and spaces of each letter joined
Quickly and rapidly they came, wondered and left
...

He left.He left like the air that comes in and with every breath.
Not even a word or maybe goodbye, no..nothing just the air i felt as he rushed by.
That door closed so fast i forgot what or who we were.
So when he rushed out that door i saw a man who wasn't my man anymore..
...

This gentle distance is suffocating
No exits because none are wanted
Just doors, ajar to your embrace
However short, however light its brush
...

And they were pillaging the threshing floors/

Raising the mischief that had laid forgotten beneath
...

He was, He was a village boy
Cutting quickly through the heart of it
Sand bag heavy his breaths left him
Brushing cuts fanned his view
...

Where I have penned my heart
Its rhymes and promises
Its faults and perfections
Laid across the fragrance of your name
...

I'm weary of the nighttime chords and melodies
only the yearning rain makes the peace of memories sleep
here in this dramatic setting of love and pain
and so I fell and flew in harmony with the clouds around me
...

I'm weary of the nighttime chords and melodies
only the yearning rain makes the peace of memories sleep
here in this dramatic setting of love and pain
and so I fell and flew in harmony with the clouds around me
...

It had once been colorful, in the superstitious
repression of my heart, Stopping its shape for a moment
as though to sort feelings,
but there in some ironic sarcasm, its tragedy
...

With a harsh melancholy
the stillness spat out a faint bass
murmur as to fascinate the ears & eyes
surrounding it, the room teased with a long pause
...