And yet it’s been so long…
All summer, all winter long…
Uncycled revenge is how I remain,chained,by death and all his friends…
I refuse to battle from beginning to end and therefore ran away,
Knowing life is for living, not wanting to live it alone or astray…
Only superstitions say we never change but oh how I try…
We shall meet at the strawberry swing…
Now the sky…
Is it really you
Or is it just
Me?
You seem
Nicer recently,
More caring
More concerned.
Maybe you've noticed?
Finally
After so long
But me?
I push you away,
Occasionally
Shout,
What is happening.
What have I
Become?
thoughts overflowing
whirring around my brain
eyelids heavy
tiredness overcoming
i decide to save the thoughts for another day
but it isn't quite that easy
for the thoughts aren't particularly positive
and leaving them there
whirring around
simply causes more decay
i decide to face my problems
and take the key to my soul
i open up the box that has stored my emotions;
for so long
the thoughts are ever restless
yet when confronted
they shy away
"please, not now. i cannot deal with this today."
Is it dark
Where you are?
Is it as dark as here?
Where the light is fading
Behind the fog
And the clouds
Grumble and creak in the sky
While the lightning is nowhere to be seen.
Is it quiet
Where you are?
Is it as quiet as here?
Where our pleas
Sink below the ground
And the music
Drifts away
On the cold, sharp breeze
While the shouts and cries rise above us all.
Is it peaceful
Where you are?
Because it sure ain't peaceful here.
The clouds are at war.
Our noise is drowned out
By their cries
And screams of pain.
Where the light has left
In search of a better place
A just, forgiving, place.
The peace left long ago
Leaving just a lingering,
An impending
Sense
That the end will soon come
Sure enough
The sun will soon give in
As we did long ago.
And so,
I just want to know,
How is it where you are?
What is it like to be happy?
Would you teach me one last time?
Before the sun disappears behind the clouds that last time?
As I rest beneath a sturdy willow I dream of days long past,
Of long before my universe had veered from its straight path.
I have lived a life with happiness; I have no reason to complain,
But imagining things that could have been overwhelms my heart with pain.
I wonder if he'd be here with me, relaxing by my side,
Maybe we'd have children now, to fill my life with pride.
But in this life I'm here alone, lost love my one rergret,
And despite the grief it causes me, I pray I don't forget.
As I stare up at the swaying branches, I hum an ancient tune,
And though the words are long forgotten, the melody stays true.
I feel a breeze upon my skin, and the song begins to soothe,
Despite the choice I wish I'd made, I find comfort in one truth.
That dwelling on my past mistakes will never bring you here,
And that there's beauty in this world to find, even though you're never near.
I must focus on the subtle hope that joy will find me soon,
But before I start to crest that hill, I must appreciate the moon;
To humble myself enough to see the awe in my surroundings,
All the gifts this world provides, on display for us so proudly.
I was with few belongings,
certainly not an ambitious chap
cared little for the “higher things in life.”
I lost her as of this.
I might only distract her for so long,
Jumping through rings of fire
Diverting her attention over slight spectacle
Just to keep her so..
Now I strive for one thing
And this one thing only.
Fragment expectations while crafting my personal.
I told her I’d become that man,
And I will be,
It is my resolve after all..
N o m a t t e r
Not long ago I cut fresh scars
Fell out your heart
And landed hard
And since then I've been floundering
Oh won't you please let me back in?
I said,
I believe because
you inspire me.
That's a powerful trait--
not just creatively,
but also to be a stronger person
in mind,
body
& spirit.
<3
She says,
I wish
I had your eyes
to see myself with.
The I say,
This is why I write
you poetry
& get lost in your eyes--
Why I can't help but long
to be in your presence,
because it is a gift
for those around you,
though you may not be aware.
As a poet,
I'm always trying to capture
fleeting moments
of the cosmic beauty
you bestow upon the world
everyday.
These things that make you say
Lets go
The same things that make you go
Whoa, whoa
Sinful little pretty girl
Your skin is just Heaven
Think I can take you for a whirl
As long as you promise to keep beggin'
In the night, as the rain hits the roof
You're waiting for me in shadows
All the lights turned down too low
Never knew this is where we would go
There's not an ounce of apology
In your soft, seductive, sex tone
You used to feel ashamed about this
But not anymore because we're alone
Nothing can stop the flow of blood now
Dripping from limbs and into the floor
You're pretty crazy, I won't lie
But when were through it I'm always wanting more
It's all because you are an animal
A being outside of what most people know
When I'm with you I refuse to let go
You're dark power lies within your sheets
late at night
and all I do is wonder
what it would be like
and what we would do
if you claimed me as your lover.
I wonder if you would hold
me tight as you chase my monsters away
and kiss me so hard
that my lips begin to numb
I wonder if you would gaze into my eyes
with a warm smile engraved onto your face
I wonder, and I continue to wonder all night long
I wonder if you do too
