I did it once, then once more;
The third time, I got sore.
But the fourth time, I tried again;
And by the fifth, I’d gotten rid of the pain.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 9:20 AM UTC
When everything that happens, happens too fast;
And everyone that loved you once, leaves you at last…
While you drown in the river of fears and in the sea of despair,
Can you see the faint ray of hope that’s still up there?
While your own imagination rips you into shreds,
Are you still able to hold your own in everything that you dread?
As in-head conversations, and nightmares, and reality, all just get mixed up…
What can I do to stop myself getting lost?
When I spend hours torturing myself, believing that someone is dead,
How can I just ignore all that’s going on in my head?
You tell me to look at others’ misery and just be glad that I’m not there;
But why do you think I can revel in another’s despair?
While I spend all my time, trying to think straight,
You don’t even tell me, that I can change my fate.
As I just embroil myself, in absolute terror,
Why can’t you tell me, that things will get clearer?
Every new fact that’s found, leads to more fear,
And all at once, I’ve shed every single tear.
Now I’m too tired to even just sit and cry,
And all of my emotions are slowly running dry…
I can’t recognize any feelings anymore,
I just know that my heart is so sore.
And I’m angry, afraid and sad all at once,
And all I can do now is hope life gives me another chance.
Another chance at a carefree tomorrow,
A chance at a day not filled with sorrow.
A day I’m not terrified of everything unknown,
One day, when my heart doesn’t feel like a heavy stone.
I just wish that I could lose myself in imaginary places,
Places where all I can see are friendly faces.
Where anyone can hold me close when the panic sets in,
Where someone, at least, can say the right thing.
Does that place exist outside of my mind,
Is that place real, somewhere I can find?
Dare I to hope that I’ll be there someday?
Until then, may I ask you to stay?
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC
This is definitely the first; and maybe the last:
I desperately hope it’s the only one.
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
This is poetry,
It is beauty.
Poetry is beauty;
And beauty? It’s poetry.
My dear, this is you.
To me, you’re beauty.
Beauty, in its very own essence,
Is poetry.
So you, my love,
Are poetry.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
With a heart that bleeds fire,
And eyes that spit flame;
Caught in the trap of a liar,
He walks the crowded lane.
Of a mind made only to ****
He walks through the town;
And nobody dares or ever will,
To bring that hunter down.
But hunter though he is for sure,
He has been hunted out;
By the liar that brought him here,
He has been hurt, no doubt.
Yes, he's hurt: the proud hunter there,
But his fire burns brightly still,
And maybe he's hurt beyond repair,
But with fire, his eyes do fill.
"The hunter would be the hunted"
That's what they used to say,
And now the truth has been noted,
For so it is today.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 7:13 AM UTC
You are the poetry that my pen sends forth;
The twinkle in your ever-curious eye,
Is the only star I see every night.
You, my dear,
Are the beauty I can't describe
For nothing I write
Comes close to you, try as I might.
I sing of the cosmos,
And that much is all I can do,
But even that beauty pales before you,
For you, my dear,
Are the only universe I know for sure.
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 11:16 AM UTC
I know I ought to knock on doors; who doesn’t?
But I’m way too blind to see the door,
And far too stupid to realize that what I’m knocking on is a wall.
You don’t answer my knocks. Of course you don’t; why would you?
You would, of course, have answered a knock on the door,
But why; why would you answer my pathetic little knock on the wall?
You won’t. I know you never will.
But still, I keep knocking.
Even though I know you won’t answer.
You probably don’t even hear my knocks.
But I knock relentlessly. Of course I do!
I have nowhere else to go, no other place to knock.
And maybe, maybe
If I knocked on someone else’s wall, they’d answer.
Maybe, just maybe,
If I went to find someone as friendless as me, they would let me in.
But I don’t. Because I want YOU to be my friend.
No one else.
But that doesn’t change the fact that I can’t find the door into your life.
I’m knocking on one part of the wall after another,
Hoping, always hoping,
That someday, someday I’ll come across the door.
And praying, always praying
That you’ll answer that knock on that day, even if you don’t answer any other.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 9:18 AM UTC
When everything that happens, happens too fast;
And everyone that loved you once, leaves you at last…
While you drown in the river of fears and in the sea of despair,
Can you see the faint ray of hope that’s still up there?
While your own imagination rips you into shreds,
Are you still able to hold your own in everything that you dread?
As in-head conversations, nightmares and reality, all just get mixed-up;
What can I do to stop myself getting lost?
When I spend hours torturing myself, believing that someone is dead,
How can I just ignore all that’s going on in my head?
You tell me to look at others’ misery and just be glad that I’m not there;
But why do you think I can revel in another’s despair?
While I spend all my time, trying to think straight,
You don’t even tell me, that I can change my fate.
As I just embroil myself, in absolute terror,
Why can’t you tell me, that things will get clearer?
Every new fact that’s found, leads to more fear,
And all at once, I’ve shed every single tear.
Now I’m too tired to even just sit and cry,
And all of my emotions are slowly running dry…
I can’t recognize any feelings anymore,
I just know that my heart hurts at its core.
And I’m angry, afraid and sad all at once,
And all I can do now is hope life gives me another chance.
Another chance at a carefree tomorrow,
A chance at a day not filled with sorrow.
A day I’m not terrified of everything unknown,
One day, when my heart doesn’t feel like heavy stones.
I just wish that I could lose myself in imaginary places,
Places where all I can see are friendly faces.
Where anyone can hold me close when the panic sets in,
Where someone, at least, can say the right thing.
Does that place exist outside of my mind,
Is that place real, somewhere I can find?
Dare I to hope that I’ll be there someday?
Until then, may I ask you to stay?
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 8:35 AM UTC
In the deep shadows of loneliness, there was someone waiting to befriend you.
Too shy to approach you first, she hid there,
Just as lonely as you were in that moment.
You looked around, in the middle of the room,
Where there was a faint light.
You looked for a friend, but she remained where she was.
She was afraid that you wouldn’t like her;
She feared that you wouldn’t want to be her friend.
Hiding in the shadows, she heard you call out to anyone present.
Then she came out.
Slowly, stealthily, like a cat prowling in the darkness,
She came out into the light.
But by that time, you had given up search.
You sat there with your back to her.
She knew. She just knew that you were crying.
Still, she was afraid to talk first.
But seeing you so sad, she overcame her fears,
And sat there next to you, feeling all your fears and loneliness.
She took your face in her little hands,
And wiped out your tears, even as her own escaped her eyes.
In that moment, you were friends.
She cared. And you did too.
You put your big, strong arm around her sagged shoulders,
Offering comfort; offering the assurance that she so desperately needed. Words, in that moment, would have meant nothing.
But you took one look at one another,
And both understood that words were not required.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
If you ever feel lost think of this:
Every time we look at the night sky,
We’re looking at as many moments in time as the number of celestial bodies we see;
And we’re witnessing a long history of the universe.
Some of these stars aren’t as bright anymore,
It’s been millennia since they sent out this particular beam that you’re sensing.
Now, if a moment in time is so lost in itself that it doesn’t even represent “a moment in time”,
But rather many many moments woven together,
Then how lost can you be?
We’re here now, at a point in the dimensions of space-time that cannot truly be defined.
While you’re feeling lost, the universe is losing itself too.
While you immerse yourself in the wonders of the universe,
The universe is commiserating with you.
It is just as lost as you are.
And we’re all as lost as the universe.
So, by extension, we’re all just as lost as you,
And nobody knows anything apart from this:
That this is a moment in time.
But you and I, we know more:
We know that this is a moment when together,
You and I are witnessing a million other moments along with this one. And losing ourselves in this moment is amazing.
Feeling lost suddenly seems like a good thing.
Because I’m lost with you, and the universe is with us.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC