Mooseman55

Mooseman55 Aug 2014

Grounded

As I run through the woods,
I hear the birds sing.
I look up to the trees,
Where the birds do cling.
I wonder why they sit there,
Why don't they fly?
For if I was a bird,
I'd never leave the sky.

Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far away...

Mooseman55 Aug 2014

I Write for Me

When I write,
it's for me,
Not for you.
These thoughts are mine,
For me to judge,
Not for you.
Ideas for me to sort out,
For me to find myself again,
Not for you.
These words keep me sane,
There for me to help,
Not for you.

Mooseman55 Aug 2014

Sorrows of a Tree

My roots run deep,
I feel so grounded.
But all I want,
Is to be able to fly.

The birds swoop above me,
Almost in a taunt.
I cannot break these ties,
That hold me down.

I push upward,
Trying to soar.
But instead,
I only grow taller.

Mooseman55 Aug 2014

Love is War

Love is a war,
We fight within.
A battle of will,
It strings us thin.

We love,
And lose.
The outcome,
You choose.

So be strong of heart,
And don't worry.
You have a long life,
There is no hurry.

There's plenty of fish in the sea, and I have my whole life a head of me to catch the perfect one

Mooseman55 Aug 2014

A beautiful Soul

Your laugh is gold,
And your smile it shines.
I've never met someone so bold,
So clever and refined.
You are truly a beautiful soul.

Your words are thoughtful,
And your lips so soft.
You are so able,
Your spirt aloft.
You truly are a beautiful soul.

How did you find me?
How was I so blessed?
You set me free,
You've brought out my best.
You truly are a beautiful soul.

Mooseman55 Aug 2014

The Past is in the Past

You slip into my thoughts.
I stop and smile.
Thinking of you.
Think of us.
Then I forget you.
And life goes on.

I can remember every girl and every reason

Mooseman55 Aug 2014

A Race against my Thoughts

Pen in hand,
Words in mind.
The race is on,
My ink runs hot.

My soul spills out,
Onto the page.
I'm winning now,
My thoughts run thin.

But just when I think,
I have it won.
My thoughts flood back,
A million new ones to write.

My hand is cramping,
But I can't give up.
Write faster I say,
But I just simple cannot.