It likes the quiet

Those silent moments of
Reflection

And then, as your mind stills
And idle, your hands become
It pounces!

It thrusts its icy fingers through my back
And tightens its grip around my heart
Then yanks backward
And down, down I fall
Into unending blackness
Bleakness
Lonliness


It likes the quiet

As the day grows long
And lonely
I dream of Love


I dream of a Perfect Kiss

And Delightful Dates

Leading to Wedding Bliss

Oh how I wait


How I wait
For my missing half
One to share
Life's sorrow and laughs


But while I wait for love

Love meant to be

I can't but think

Is she waiting for me?

I am a time traveler
Not really, but I might as well be
You see, my heart lives in the past
No more than a few decades ago
Yet it might as well be centuries
We have changed that much
Where today, can you find a woman
And a man
Who court each other?
Who spend time getting to know each other
Before making love?

When I say time I am talking months
Not weeks
Or days
Or even hours
Months where two strangers talk
Go on adventures
Watch movies, sports, and even theater
Until they are no longer strangers
Until they know each other
Until they love each other
And only then
Do they express that love

This is the time in which my heart lives
And I do not see it today
So how can I help but say
I am a time traveler

I told her I loved her
And her silence
Spoke louder than words

Slowly, ever so slowly,
You trickled by
Yet in an instant
(A mere moment!)
The years have passed by
And that which seemed so far away
Is crashing towards me with all the speed
And power
Of a Hurricane

You are the sun
To me

Sure, there are days
When you hide behind clouds
But there are days
When I bask in your warmth

Oh how I long for you!
Dreams of you brighten my night
Like you brighten my day
And yet. . .

You are the sun
To me

I must stay in place.
Closer to you
And I burn
Further, I freeze

You are the sun
To me

Yet I wish
you were the Moon
Then, at least,
I would have
some Hope

We met on the third day of Winter's Spring

The Buds of Ice had begun to grow

Strengthened by Summer's Snow

As I waited for those Frozen Flowers to Bloom,

Born of Nature's Mysterious Womb,

I glimpsed you from aNear

To me a Beauty Without Peer

My heart was Frozen by your Fiery Gaze

And within a Flame for you did Blaze

*Evermore

It hurts

my heart

to know

That I'm missing you

While you're

still

*here

"Okay" I said
There was no mess
No fuss
No anger
Everything was
Fine
On the outside
Inside
Something *broke

Standing before you
I am lost
Surrounded by endless mists
Directionless
My breath becomes gasps
My hands tremble
I stumble forward
But you are gone
Vanished
In the Mists

I want some to talk to

I want someone to hold on to

I want someone to wake up to

I want someone to love

The time went whistling past
Like a train off its tracks
Crashing into Monday
What happened to the weekend?

I once knew a curious child
Questions he had more than a few
I often wonder what happened to that child
Perhaps he starved from questions left unanswered

My soul is incomplete

Day by day I feel it more
Festering like an open sore
A desire deep inside
A truth from which I cannot hide

It is not a wound
It is not a pain
All efforts to heal it
would be in vain

My Soul is incomplete

It is cake without frosting
Adam without Eve
Fries without ketchup
A priest who does not believe

My soul is incomplete

Day by day
I search for you
All I hope is
That you do too
So that when the time comes
That we do meet
No longer will
My soul be *Incomplete

I've never felt more alone

Than when I sat across from you

And knew you would rather be

Somewhere else

Roses are red
This life may be a lie
But I'll tell you a truth
Promise you won't cry
Existence is pain
And full of grief
It's not very long
In fact it's brief
But in this life
There's a reason to live
For the unending pain
Is deceptive
For end it does
When love is found
When two souls become one
Forever bound

It's funny how words
Can express so much

I want to die

The first, and happiest,
Sentence to change my life
Was
I love you too

It hurts so much

The second sentence,
On the best day of my life,
Was
Yes I'll marry you

I'm sorry. . . so sorry

The third, on the day
My world fell apart,
Was
I. . . I have cancer

But I just can't

The last was on the day
My heart died
She suffered so much
Braver than me
Brave almost all the time  
Almost. . .

*I want to die

It's getting late and I'm feeling
tired
And when I'm tired I feel...
Weird
Things just pop into my
mind
Like calling up your
phone
And farting into it

I'm in love with you
And I'm pretty sure you like me too
But. . .
Even I know the timing is wrong
So I call you friend and hope
For the day when we can be *more

The poems I write
Have changed for me
I used to worry
Over whether
People liked them
Or not
But now...
They have become my solace
They are where
I vent my soul

When I feel happy
I write
When I feel sad
I write
When I am exhausted
I write
When I am ecstatic
I write
Every day
I write
Poetry

My heart hurts when you say
You liked me
Because
I liked you too

The path I tread
Has been travelled before
I follow in footsteps that are confident
That are hesitant
That are strong
That are weak

The path I tread
Has stopping points
For those who can't go further
For those who turn back
For those who rest
For those who slow down

The path I tread
Is a difficult one
With steep hills and sharp rocks
With pitfalls and snares
With bandits and theives
With temptation and lies

The path I tread
Has peace and tranquility
Has a beautiful view
Has pleasant company
Has many loved ones
At the end

I thought parallel lines
Were the saddest things
Similar interests, humour, and feelings
Perfect for each other
But never meeting

But now I know
something sadder
Two lines, just about to meet,
When one
*ends

When did the excitement

die out

When did the roaring fire

start smouldering

When did the endless enchantments

end

When will it start

*Again?

My love for you is quicksand

The more I struggle against it

The deeper I sink

Surrounded by Silence
the sound of crying
Echoes Inside

my hands are clean

my conscience is clear

I did nothing wrong!

Why

Why do you stare at me so?!

don't

Don't cry!

Because then I'll . . .

we couldn't make it

no one could

we tried

we failed

i didn't dump you

i couldn't

*you weren't there

Weary, wet, and wondering why,
I sat and stared at passers-by.
Next to me with an umbrella
Sat a dignified and morose fella
Who had gotten to that certain age
Where he acted like a sage
Passing wisdom to men such as I
Who were young and caught his eye

Young Man do you know
The most precious things in life?
Not the money, fame, or power
That causes so much strife,
But the moments opportune
That occur only once
In a very blue moon
And are never seen again.

"And what moments are these?"
I said looking to please
A man past his prime
By giving him a moment of my time

The exhilarating and petrifying moment
When you're looking in a pretty girl's eyes
And she's bitting her lower lip
Her cheeks are slightly red
And you can stay silent like always
Or muster all of your
Courage
Strength
and Fortitude
And ask your crush out

The terrifying and unavoidable moment
When mere months later you realize
Your heart is hers to do with as she pleases
And then she asks that question
What are We?
And you can either casully brush it off
Or make vulnerable your heart and tell the truth

That common but complex moment
That men of morals greatly debate
When between
Family
or Fortune
You must decide

And what choices did you make?
Tell me for goodness' sake!

All the right choices, he said
*But one

My Mind speaks
Logically
Listing reason after
Reason
But I have
A Deaf Heart

I gave my heart
Into the care of another
It was thrown back
In pieces two

A stranger came along
And tried to put it
Together like new
But the slightest of flaws
Broke it even more

No longer caring
I left the pieces
On the floor
For feet to step on

But she picked it up
Piece by piece
And loved each part
Of my broken heart
Until there was born
Something completely new

Heart

Breaking to pieces

Face

Showing it not

But for a lonely  

tear

And a

smile

Small and

sad

I came upon a fork in my path
And there was one less traveled than the other

Take the beaten path
That many people can't be wrong
It's best to be safe
Take the path less traveled
Because it is traveled less
Conform to unconformity

I strode straight ahead
Choosing neither path
And to my surprise, I came upon a place
Hidden from prying eyes
And I stayed a long while
Content with my life
Until I traveled once more
To places unknown