"froget" poems
The way the thunder rolls through every nerve in every tip of every finger
as she types words she did not know she had inside her,
she is confronted with a passion that looks similar to desire
she is tempted, and she plays with fire
With a firecness not yet like the lion
she allows fears to conspire
and while she is longing for attention
he put himself in detention
refusing to break through
allowing fears to consume
she didn't have even the slightest clue....
I found happiness inside of me
the way life had designed me
I am a pawn and I have yet to be played
forget me not, in my fits of rage
for I see life different but the same..
Thank God he forced me to become more awake
in a way I had never found more mistakes
but an innocence that whispered it would all be okay...
for in the depth of emotion do we find the words we call potions
Froget me not, you Charming Prince,
forget me not, in a blissful kiss,
forgive me my dear,
and forget your fears
forget your worries and be with me,
here.
You saw yourself writing dreams,
while my plans began looking a little naive
and as I find me,
you are forced to find you,
but I pray that we find each other soon
I am me, and you are you, and if we end up together,
its through the storms that we have weathered
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 10:56 PM UTC
From behind the bar I recall what led me here.
Not to see people fight over spots on a board.
But to bring them togather as friends.
Not drive them apart as enimies.
To see the glass stay full.
And the spirts to bring cheer.
Jokes hold truth.
As the jester I know pain.
Smells of perfume and smoke beautiful eye's
and that invisable desire.
We dance in hope of capturing life.
To embrace in darkness.
The page can never capture the passion
of two lovers spark.
From behind the bar I see life
for more than what others belive it is.
Jokes comfort as the flirt kisses the ego.
Napkins written with numbers passed encounters
promised.
Some never to know the light of day.
Hungover friends gather whiskey laced
plessures with a tinge of regret.
But life is one play my friends that no
single act shall we froget.
The drink sit's neat apon the bar.
You can see blindley for years.
And never know who people truley are.
Drinks as people dont last long.
They gleam the same under neon light.
So friends always mix them strong.
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 12:58 PM UTC
Feeling empty like a car out of gas , can't even putter around anymore , done like like a man in jail , sitting in my ****** apartment letting my mind go in a million directions , I feel as if I'm missing a pice to a puzzle , just gone , can't froget about it like your first day of school , your first kiss ,or the day I first saw you , still sitting in my hell hole of an appartment alone with nothing but memories from the past the " good ole days " to soon to say hi again , still feeling the spark so a hello and good by was the time to soon to say hi the awkward moment of silnce following , as the spark walks away for the fire to be not lit , ,I love you and I can't stop your always there , as a pitied sits on a wall i, I can't get sleep tonight eventhough I know everything will be alright .... This empty feeling *****
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
My heart broken like glass , eyes red as solo cups , and the tears of a waterfall , ..... My love has left , I sit and sob on the bed , looking through pictures to try and froget , but ... That just makes the tears flow again ... What do I do ?,... My mind twisting with thoughts as a tornado ripping through a old southern home , here I am still crying , over the girl I fell in love with , you might say you can't fall in love at first sight , I used to think that way before I laid my eyes on this beautiful women , I just felt something and I dident even know her name , I was crazy to think she would like me back , ha ha good thought , but she did and she changed my life , thankyou , thankyou for everything ,you are the greatest girl out there and whoever gets to swoop you off your feet is one hell of a luckly man ..... But than again I can live the hope life , thinking one day maybe we will end up togather again , like they say u never froget your first love .... Is that true ?? And if it is and both end up in a situation to be one again what would happen ? But you never know and you can't go on thinking about it ..... But .... if its ment to be it will happen and you just have to let time play its game and mabey it will be in favor of you , so for now I still sit and think knowing atleast we are still friends and that's what makes these last 10 almost 11 months so great is I.made a best friend out of it no matter what and that's the most important thing I love her and always will and nothing will ever change that and to this goodnight ! .... If I sleep ..............:
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
It seems that something has been flipped, as i sit in classes about literature, about music, about life. It seems I'm capable of recovering from love lost, in the best way possible. I have hope. I remember the things you taught before you broke my heart, and begin to mend the pain. I feel the soothing of my own heart beating against fear and self-loathing and sorrow. And I know that I can be saved. I can be pulled from the depths of this ocean. Not by you, or by another, or by a friend, but by me.
I kick and struggle until there, i see it. The most glorious light. New and beautiful and free. I'm torn, i can't just give up on our love; but I can't take it with me, not in the same form, of course. So i mold it shape it into something I'm proud of, into something innocent, and pure, and lovely. That is closer to our beginning than our end. I swim and swim. Until I'm walking ashore. Until I'm free of pain, and fear, and guilt, and sorrow. Until I come closer to the thing I've been searching for. What I've longed to find. Few others gather round, each knowing the purpose it will serve us, save us.
I take in the shear power of it above me. It grows and grows with no beginning and no end, there are some climbing up, and others slowly descending; heading towards yet another beginning, I look back once. To remember the things I'd learned, I loved. I stretch for the first bough and foothold, frustrated when I can't reach. Then up and up I go, I look back again, and there you are, helping me on my journy. I pull you up, too. And then begins the adventure. We will ever spend oure days climbing higher the limbs of the tree of life. Living, learning, always looking up, moving forward.
Pushing each other along until we can survive on our own. Until we know our love and ourselves. Then there will be joy. Then ther will be progress. There will be change. There will be sacrifices, failures, success, trials, love and hope. Mostly hope, fo a world and i life that means more than a past. Fort he ability to give up tomorrows and yesterdays for right now. To froget what if, just to live. To give yourself completely over and over agian with no fear, or strings attached. Just Hope, and maybe Love.
Aug 23, 2010
Aug 23, 2010 at 6:52 PM UTC
Tell me what will happen
If I stop loving you,
Not anymore,
If your smile is gone
If the stars of your eyes stop lighting up the world (my world)
Tell me what will happen
If I froget the tune of your voice
If my heart never beats for you,
...
Nothing will stay..
Only the heartache
The pain
You will no longer remember me;
But trust me
Years and years later 'if' I saw you I will still feel the pain and my heart will revive again.
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 10:32 AM UTC