In Love with a Broken Promise

I fell in love with a broken promise, which therefore broke my heart.

During the nights of lust that we shared, he promised me the world.

The world to which I was denied.

I gave to him a gift.

One in which I could give no other.

That gift was the key to my heart or the chain that now ties me down.

Day after day, trying every which way to make this love carry through.

But day after day, you seemed not to notice. Not to care about what I do.

I heard his words of loyalty and love forever more, and yes I do believe them.

Yet my heart starts to wonder otherwise such as whether or not I really matter to you.

I wish he would just give me a sign or a clue to his thoughts

Because sometimes my love for him may just not be enough.

Soon my hope for us will dwindle away just as soon our love will evaporate.

Then the love between us will be nothing but mere memories of broken promises made yesterday.

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill

Goodbye Dear Friend

If I were to die tonight, would you meet me in heaven?

I have no fear of death.

But I am terrified of going on to eternity without hope of seeing your sweet face, my dear friend.

Living life to the fullest content and serene.

All that I want to ask you is that when I die,

If I find my way to heaven, would you meet me there?

If when I die, I am unable to kiss your gentle lips again,

I say my friend know that I will be watching over you.

I understand that one’s life will move forward.

What time brings to life is inevitable and true.

What wishes we wanted but not granted we made,

But wishes we were glad did not come true.

Life’s road is but vast and free.

Whatever may be.

Who knows what one’s future will see.

But what I say is true when I say that I love you.

What sorrows I feel when I dream of existing without you,

But what time we had, I will forever treasure.

If heaven is where I will end up, then there I will be.

And if you are not too busy, you could come and visit me.

What things I could say, and what dreams I would dream,

But what I will ask is. . .

If I were to die tonight, would you meet me in heaven?

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill

Lust and the Ocean

Gentle hands soothing a beating heart in rhythm with the pounding surf kissing the shore.

What great love does exist when passion is so true?

A lover’s touch.  A moonlit night.

When one loves so much, lust is just right.

From the feel of one’s damp skin pressing against another’s flesh,

a light is ignited, a flame has come to life.

Like an itch from poison ivy, ecstasy cannot be ignored.

From the beginning, with wet lips moving down a lover’s body, impatience, like time is inevitable.

Waiting for love.  Waiting for lust.  As two bodies become one.

Under the night sky, as the light from the moon reflects on the sea, his soul begins to penetrate me.

Sounds of lust whispered in my ear as the ocean water pierces the sand.

It sounds like distant music of a sultry band.

The warmth created awakens a lover’s high.

One by one, the minutes go by as together they climb to the top of their ride.

Like two birds flying into the sun, trembling legs leave a floating feeling.

Ecstatic self. Pleasured heart.

Under the moonlit night, lust was sought.

Down by the sea, they lay no longer caring what tomorrow may be.

© 2012 Elizabeth Counsman

Suffering Blame to Hopeful Tomorrow

Many years of suffering

Many years of needless pain

Stop the fighting

Stop the lying

For the cycle to end, we must mean it.

Kindness is a phenomenon that starts slow but quickly spreads like wildfire.

Show an enemy a heart of gold.

At first they may burn full of anger, do not fret,

With persistence the fire of anger will burn out and they will soon see the sign.

Show someone scared the courage within.

Then they will gain strength to stand brave and tall.

If we let this pain drag on, we will kill ourselves. 

We will kill the hope born with tomorrow.

The earth underneath us suffers greatly due to our selfish deeds.

Do not blame today’s problems on those who lived yesterday.

Do not blame today’s problems on those who think differently.

Stop acting like it does not matter.

Stop thinking that there is nothing that you can do.

For the problem was made; therefore, somewhere out there,

Somewhere deep inside of us lies the answer and the hope for tomorrow.

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill

Given Forgiveness in Time

My mind is locked in a box.

I’ve been given my ticket.

I’ve been pushed through the door.

The light has extinguished.

I was left trapped within myself.

I scream for an escape, yet no sounds do I make.

I am lost in distant memories while reality is stripped from me.

Is this my purgatory?

What sins did I commit that were so egregious that I was left here to whither?

Somewhere inside, I know that my freedom calls.

Somewhere inside, within my eyes, I can still recognize.

I did exist.  I do exist, but soon I will cease to exist.

I fight so hard against myself.

Clinging desperately to the cliff of my memories.

It is my life that time has taken.

The mountains of my accomplishments crumble before me,

But as my memories dwindle, I do not even remember that it was I that once scaled those tall peaks.

One by one, those memories are gone.

Who I was, I am fighting to hold on to, or praying to completely forget.

Yet I am left somewhere in between.

Standing still.

Wanting to run, but no knowing where it is that I wish to go.

I am loosing hope of remembering tomorrow.

Second by second, I soon too will loose all sense of time.

FREEDOM PLEASE! Anguish forgotten.

If I can no longer be, break these chains. Set fire to these walls.

Plant the seed of hope.

New life. New time.

Once released, I will remember.  It will come back like the wave returning to shore.

With peace, I will be given forever.

With forgiveness, I will let go.

Once released, not just my memories will come back to me.

When set free, my soul will finally be at ease.

It is for this that I scream to thee. 

Mercy within.  Mercy above.  Mercy for me.

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill