Pounding my chest!
Screaming for answers!
Why don't you respond?
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
Why is it that the people,
I wish to talk to the most,
are always the quickest,
to rebuff my advances?
Am I not good enough?
Is there a flaw that I can't see?
I guess that when it comes to flaws,
I have learned not to see them.
Maybe you were hurt.
Maybe is was so bad that you
have lost the ability to Love unconditionally.
But I can't see your pain because you hide it so well.
All I ask, is for a *****
in your impenetrable armor.
That way I might be able to
better understand your gearing.
Perhaps I would be able to
shed a ray of guiding light
on your ashen soul.
I don't know if it is worth my time.
Rest assured, that I will try.
I will give it my all.
I will not fail you in your time of need.
I will be perfect.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
My mind is uneasy,
my hand, it twitches.
Eager to hold and caress
your lovely face.
To hold someone,
in the palm of your hand,
And feel their warmth,
as if it were communication.
To return that warmth,
if only a little.
Just to tell them I'm here,
and I'm listening.
I wish I had something to give you,
something filled with wisdom.
With kindness and love,
but I don't think you would accept it...
I am but youthful naivety,
and you, just as young, "know better,"
I thought friendship was a sharing relationship,
I guess I'm not as well versed as I thought.
However, I have lived, and loved, and lost,
and I have made my many mistakes.
When you need it,
my hand will always be ready to share its warmth.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
My friends are independent as a whole,
together as one and separate as one.
No secrets kept from one another,
not always the best thing, but it keeps us honest and true.
I love them, each and everyone.
I would do anything to help them, including putting myself in harms way.
That's just what friends do.
It's what makes us care.
I don't know why it happens,
but I know when they are in pain.
I know when they need support.
I know what they are thinking and what they feel.
I wish nothing but the best for everyone of them,
and hope their lives are full.
I hope that life gives them everything they ask for,
and takes nothing back.
I love you,
I love you all,
And I hope we will see each other again in the future.
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
I walk in to escape the fog,
only to find it more cloudy inside.
The overcast feelings cast toward one another,
accentuated by shifting eyes.
It's dense with emotion,
that unforgiving notion,
and the pain that is felt inside.
Like smoke at a bar,
lasting pungent aroma.
Life locked in place,
stagnant, a coma.
Why is it that these things can't be resolved,
quick like a door, easy to revolve.
Switched back and forth,
eager to mock.
Harmed, in danger, repulsed, in shock.
Injuries dealt,
hours lost.
It's mine to bear,
this burdened cross.
Where is my home,
but in the engulfing Fog
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 3:48 PM UTC
Inside or Outside, what's the difference?
The picture gets completed anyway...
Blackout or Whiteout, what's the difference?
Absence of color, or the equal abundance of all colors...
Don't we all see what we are raised to see?
At least in the beginning...
Aren't we supposed to grow as people?
And view all aspects of life in a mature manner...
Don't actions speak louder than words?
They speak for the character of the ones who commit them...
Who are we to judge?
Judge ourselves...
Blackout your minds, and Whiteout past transgressions,
What's left?
A clean and clear mind, eager for new experiences and better relationships.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 4:11 AM UTC
This is for Nick and Mollie,
A couple that I adore.
I watch their romance budding,
like long forgotten lore.
A figure skater dancing,
a lover tickled to the floor.
I see her Tower chancing,
to love her even more.
Dry your eyes you silly girl,
there's no need here to cry.
Indecision you fear will hurt him,
but he's still your faithful guy.
I watch your love come bursting forth,
from life's restrictive cages.
Although it's newly published,
it's full of well worn pages.
You fit with one another,
like two peas from a pod.
I bless your lives together,
this I ask of God.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 2:56 AM UTC
If I held a petal,
from a rose,
in my hand,
I think that I could feel it shrivel,
with the hate of a hundred men.
You cannot feel my thunder,
although it trembles true.
A million moments of laughter,
every time I think of you.
I hate you like a cold breeze,
that tears right through my skin.
I hate you so much more,
because you are my sin.
To live a life without you,
would take my soul from me.
But I guess it's like they all say,
that love is like the sea.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC
Swollen eyes with too much sight,
Swollen heart with too much pain.
Swollen hands from gripping tight,
Swollen brain from lack of shame.
I miss you,
I miss us,
I miss what we were.
Inseparable,
Impartial,
Impressive.
How did it happen?
What happened?
Who happened?
In some cultures all you have to do is say "I Love You" three times and you bond with the one you love for life.
I Love You
For the Man that you made me.
I Love You
For the Joy that you gave me.
I Love You
For the Way that you hate me.
I Love You, I Love You, I Love You
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
As I sit here pondering life
it occurs to me that,
Love is a river dam,
though unbreakable,
it is not without faults.
To Love is to admit those faults,
and weather the inevitable floods
with someone who see's them
and judges you not.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC