Oh that you were made of light
But I still crave for you in this darkness
To sleep with all that I can never be
For I am never enough on my own
To understand how to live
In a world as dark as my own
For the sun will be a long time in its rising
So the stars still cling to the sky
The moon she is full, and pours out tears of ice
Into the heavens to crown the earth

I am just this darkness
As you cannot see
I am all you never want to be

I am a good friend
To wreath your secrets in my shadows
And I cling to your broken pieces
Even as they split into my skin
Splinters of heaven, they find their way
Racing through watered down veins
To find a dark dark heart
With the quietest of mouths
And the most unconventional of minds
In the strangest of places
For shadows are not something you can seek
And life is not something that one can keep

Maybe its just me,
but I hardly ever see poems about happiness

Is it because the bad times outweigh the good?
or do they outshine them?

I come here and see sad smiles mostly,
I see poets and sad, knowing smiles of poetry...

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.

Stop these words.
These meaningless, nonsensical words.
As my mind races I hold my hands out trying to catch any falling letter.
As if I'm drowning, I choke on the logic spilling from my lips.

The moon and all the stars
Know how hard I tried
Though you never will
Only the sun and sky
Know my sorrow
Because I keep it to myself

As images and hopes fade
And dreams turn to black and white
The story will always be fresh
Within the heart of me

There are those who know me
And those who think they do
But no-one knows my pain
My own precious secret

                                   By Phil Roberts

When you got a credit card
you don't know what to buy

With all the money inside
you're confused
and scared to waste it all

But I'm trying
I'm trying

Take it all
or leave it

I'm spending time
looking at things
I'll never buy

It's a complicated life