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Rancel Sep 2016
Hello,
Everyday I see you,
Everyday I see you walk by,
Everyday I see you pass through,
All those times,
All those chances,
I still don't have the courage to say even just one hello.
For my Sofie
J B Moore Jun 2016
I've found hope in a far off dream
So distantly impossible it does seem.
Others think I'm a fool to believe 
Even though I know they think I know not.

This dream is the thing for which I reach
Even though I know I'm unlikely to succeed
Others they think I'm going insane
Even though I know they know not.

They tell me give up, they say to move on
Find another purpose, write a different song.
They don't understand, they can't comprehend 
Even though I know they don't know it's all I've got.

I ignore what they say, I choose to press on
But my heart starts to feel like it's wandering on.
I say I'm ok, that there will be hope for one day,
Even though I know they know I have not.

Not sure where I'm going, I hold on to where I've been
As if I have some sort of direction, I try to pretend.
Without this dream I have nowhere to go
Even though I know they know that I'm lost.

1/19/14
J B Moore Jun 2016
Every time I finally start to overcome 
And from my feelings find the strength to run;
There, around the corner, are my memories waiting,
And I suddenly begin to realize that my strength is quickly fading.

It doesn't seem to ever long enough last.
I never seem to truly overcome my past.
It haunts me in my dreams whether I'm asleep or awake.
It knocks me down and beats me till once again I break.

I try so hard, I really do,
I try my best to look forward to
Every good thing that will come from this pain,
And every little gift I'll in the end gain.

I know that everything has happened for a reason,
I only wonder at what time or in which season?
When will the past at last be behind me?
What must I do to find you to come find me?

How long will it take, I've truly begun to wonder,
When I no long hear this passing thunder;
The clash-clanging reminder of that which has been,
To finally see the sun along with a newly best friend?

Again I say my best is being done,
To this drenching pain at last overcome.
Yes I'm doing my best to weather the storm
Still it's leaving me feeling so battered and worn.

8/21/14 10:46 p
Isabel Jun 2014
I've never felt so safe,
as your lips touched my face.
My love surrounds you,
like the power of an invisible cape.

I can still hear your pleads,
as you wish to lay next to me.
But don't try to find me.
*You'll only feel me bleed.
Isabel Jun 2014
The talks we have
that could last for hours,
if we had the time.

The hysterical laughter
at one another's jokes,
even when they fail
to be humorous.

Being by each others side
through the good and bad.
Picking up broken pieces,
and bringing smiles
to one another
when everything hurts.

Throughout those moments,
I knew you'd be more to me
than my friend.
You became
my best friend,
my sister,
my other half,
but most importantly,
*My happiness.
This goes way back to when I first met the person who's still my best friend today.
Isabel Jun 2014
"What if I can't feel?"
You whispered in confusion as you cried.

"Then you're simply not living"

Then the touch of your hands became cold,
your skin turned pale,
but the vibrant glow in your eyes remained
as your gaze stayed upon me.

Your voice so low,
you said to me, *"This is living"


Placing my hand on your chest,
you trembled simultaneously
to the rapid beating of your heart,
and I understood what you meant.
Isabel Jun 2014
You
I had this thought,
that you were what kept me alive.
But little did I know,
every
        little
               thing
                    you
                        said
      ­                      was
                                slowly
­                                     killing
                                           **me.
Isabel Jun 2014
It isn't written on billboards but I miss you.

**And I always will,
Because these endings,
have no end.
Isabel Jun 2014
This is all so hard.
I'm still hurting,
but you're happy.
Will you still be happy tomorrow?
What about a month from now?
A year?

When you finally miss me beside you,
don't call me,
don't bother asking for me,
don't visit my home.
You won't find me there anymore.
But in my new home.
*My grave.
Isabel Jul 2014
Long car rides
pointing,
turning left and right
as we take the empty road.
One hand on the steering wheel,
and the other interlocked in mine,
we created memories.
Then you steered right,
and I steered left.
Now all that remains
are the memories
in memory lane.
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