"traggic" poems
Memories like you dont always shine true.
Nor do old places hold that magic.
In a life so short.
That seems so traggic.
Im thinking of forever while slowley fading away.
Oh such clear thinking on a cloudy day.
A summer ago is when we met.
So far now it seems.
Yet the still my heart holds no regret.
The poetry you inspired apon this very page.
Is ment to complment a love without age.
Early morning memories that you've lent.
Is simpley a dream of time well spent.
A dark sky hides the sunlights ray.
Such is the clear thinking on such
a cloudy day.
Im not blind yet for years
hope has went unseen.
Sometimes age can taint a sweet dream.
Turning bitter the once colorful
fruit.
Killing wonder straight at the root.
A love like our's has kept with change.
And grown in definance.
Like a silly game.
We formed this this passion swept Alliance.
First with love you must blindly fall.
Then you must try to run when you
can bareley crawl.
To outlast the storms is to stand against the wind.
To ignor friends and to put trust in
a stranger and depend.
Many thoughts run through my head.
In the early morning as she lay against me
in bed.
A heart has many rivers a soul is a endless sea.
As we apart we are caged.
While togather we are free.
From this loves eternal bliss my heart should never
stray.
As i sit clear is my thinking on such a cloudy day.
Oct 20, 2009
Oct 20, 2009 at 7:55 AM UTC
Two strangers pass both moving in seperate directions.
Eye's tell the stories and give a glimpse like a windows from a highways view
view apon a cold night's drive.
Giving only a view of what seconds can make us belive.
Two eye's meet a vision of a story not worthy of the first
act of play.
Perfume apon the wind.
Her scent of jasmine blessed a stale evenings breeze.
Two strangers pass speaking only a well ment hello
but nothing more.
Thoughts as they are give hope in a truely hopeless sense.
Two strangers pass then fade into there live's.
Never to meet again.
And with a times movement the moment does all but vanish
from thought.
Two strangers passed who once held each other as lover's
of secret with passion's covered in perfect dellusion.
This night two seperate directions set the stage of my lives eternal
traggic play.
Two strangers passed to give what once burned so
very deep.
As fools these same two strangers gave it all away.
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 2:08 PM UTC
Its always in goodbye we taste what is the essense of that scar called love.
Pain in nature and no words can capture remorse as well as a milepost in a reaview of thought.
It was there we togather once called home now like a tombstone it stands a marker of what was never to be.
Fracture of heart and bitterness my seal.
Im the leftovers of another we can cleanse this logic or simply say ***** it all and regress.
Forever a lie to the young and a curse to the old.
Has it burned this earth and killed me to all that dare to know
what I could never explain.?
A dance of years now a thought no drug has yet to erase.
Pills aside your drug was the best poisen ive known even with another I
know paradise was a cancer ive long since left behind yet a simple moment can make me slide
into a vice that will see me fall for the last time till next.
Im the clown that circus left behind.
Now a skeleton for home I ask why leaving takes a milestone and emptyness a downpour
as my desert has long stayed dry.
Read the riddle like a oinion pealed only more layers remain.
hell has welcome thought for ive found more toture here.
Voices haunt my thoughts as emptyness thrives inmy existance.
Its has misreble as when we knew each others love please drown so I can
breath life into this wornout frame one last time.
Winter's chill reminds me of what we never had yet again.
People often question what has no meaning to begin with.
As for me I avoid its poisen a scared child hidden in shadow of a
lesser man.
Nothing stands as a reminder of pages wasted in promise of a day that never came.
Sometimes I view that place were we were more than a bad memory and a traggic vice.
Sometimes I yern only for end to what has never been allowed to begin.
The worst prison of all is the mind.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 2:04 PM UTC
Maybe the moon isn't as full from where you stand tonight across the distance only fools and coyotes know.
Maybe my old vices will do me in as you always said they will.
If it were nothing more than traggic wouldn't that be something just the same.
I never was meant for a vision you see of better days locked within your head.
I told you goodbye that night as the stars were masked by street lights and the pavement gave little cushion for are demise.
Maybe is a word often used in dreams but im far to awake to care for now.
The luck like the bottle around me is often empty.
I never hid behind dark glasses kid .
And I know you will learn to forget with time.
I never was meant for the sunset guess I will simply have to fade with the night instead.
Maybe you will recall me later in life .
Something tells me you can't love a lie no matter its intention.
And nothing understands the truth like the night passed .
Maybe .
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
Take this hand.
May I guide you within the depths?
So traggic to view her this way.
White in a doll of china's mask of death.
Tormented did a candles light cast doubt's with no hand to grasp
a wrist bled slow.
Tea leaves and incense.
Masked air of rosemary the record scratched and was inturn
left unherd.
Thoose eye's captured want yet
never could clasp a heart or lockets match.
Was it as planned?
A slow regression into a blackend fade.
A cloth over lamp.
It dimmed the light but never the flawed beauthy.
that I knew well.
Sleep in a life none would yern to awake.
My heart did linger in a thought as overcast skies blue eye's
did paint my thought's gray.
Cold was perfection a raindrop viewed from inside.
I kissed you last as first I bid farewell.
That night you took from many yet only thought as one.
A tormented love a single rose.
So tender you were stained of many.
But a portraiht to me.
Your words a soon to be epitapth of my pain cast memory.
Thank you for never seeing me as so many befor.
Many works of art are cast in pain.
Dove's of life often cry a tear when met to dirt.
I held you close once apon a empty floor only not tight enough.
Music that cast a passion lights so dim often gliow with soul.
I see you now and think of that time.
Tender in a stone that is a chamber I call my heart.
I wish I could have brushed away the pain.
As I did a hair that night from your face.
Thoose eyes a void of passion life often does ****
If you had taken that hand would we have found ourselves?
Or simpley lost it togather in a vague chance at bliss?
I remember you still.
A painting of a woman known to many but who's heart
was shared only with me.
That moment apon the bar's empty floor forever fill's my
thought's
Sep 9, 2011
Sep 9, 2011 at 7:17 PM UTC
Sunset at my horizen and far to much regret apon me.
The story forever the same a jilted lover a midnight kiss.
Often ive tasted the wine to avoid the saltwater tears and a distant shores redemption.
Lights from the carnival tatterd dreams and the Jersey shore.
Far gone my thoughts hollow is the bottle burried in sand.
Why do we embrace the pain to only understand the stage traggic by design.
In eye's often reflected I recall you but never understood myself.
As children we yern for what seems a ghost hunt in a moments time.
Im still walking but no longer can I sense my return.
Footsteps burried in saltwater washed in a long vanished time.
It only takes a song to go back yet a foolish pride and a storm couldnt make him
turn to her.
Ive known many faces yet never understood one.
Take me to sunsets demise and a night skies birth.
Toast a broken soul and ******** logic for it's all I have to give for now.
The lights from afar seem no more distant than I.
the sunsets my canvas the waves crash my song.
Whispers of what never was pillow talk and tommorows thought.
All intentions often merge with the same long walk.
I understood nothing more clear .
Then when she uttred the words goodbye.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
The night always falls a sweet embrace to the citys bitter reallty.
And I it's ever pressent *** a nothing in a sea of so called movers and shakers.
I saw them all rise and in that growth I also saw that which made them special turn to the worst of the mundane .
A sort of flawed perfection.
Now just a run of the mill joke.
Anyone can be good show me depth and most will just ask how much does that truely cost?
Take my traggic ending make it something in a empty lie to suit your dreams .
I still preffer my nightmares reprise.
Am I not the artist but have I killed the clown to give all till all is what none did ever require?
Please find comfort in a happiness I myself could never grasp.
And ignore bitter tears drown in many rivers yet to embrace the flood
and a pressent future.
I preffer a bloodstained past broken hearts existance.
What is left still ***** with even my own thoughts.
You should have stopped while your ahead my boy **** how I hate advice.
Maybe im a reject of a long gone feeling we no longer share.
Maybe I simply stopped giving a **** altogather.
Heres the punchline Ive lost it friends lets drink to a sunset and a passing tide.
Whats left is a chaos inspired novel and a unending addiction i can no longer control.
Maybe a it's hell but what a night we shared time's a ***** who's dance cards often full.
Laughter covers the uneasy feelings I view in the readers mind.
Watch with fire for certain its burn we know when we have played.
But yet another night closes and im just another lost whisper of a forgotten conversation.
dont darken my grave if you've never stood at my door.
We all saw the truth just some choose to ignore its end.
And others never gave a dam to begin with.
One day we'll all understand the street lights fade and the silence
does erase us all.
Sunrise I care less to greet your return as i truley linger to embrace your fade.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
Like old junk stored away from sight.
We cast away never did we bid farewell as well
as we did lastnight.
Traggic lines always captured you best.
No matter the number I willl forever adore you above
all the rest.
Blame it on them or maybe just choose me.
Of all the tales spun none match this.
For what never was, was never to be.
Old flames fires that smolder still.
Cast the stones repressed emotions.
So broken once the man who's lost that iron will.
I remember whenever I choose to not lie.
Maybe we seek us in every other watred down try.
Pages past so far I still have yet to erase.
The scent of regret tattred is my soul kept
like some worn photograph still it shows your face.
For so long it was a burden but with dying breath
he was set free.
Played out by the band.
What never was.
Would never be.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
young lovers know that traggic passion blind to failure
blind to everything that doesnt see them togather.
So in early morning passion just befor light.
they slip off togather dreams and hope taken along
for the ride.
long brown chessnut colored hair flowing out the window
along with are dreams.
A fence post marker the road togther holds
a certin magic it seems.
Love made from state to state
the waterfall to which we did race
skinny dippin togather by that old forgoten place
Your naked beauty etched within my mind along with
the hapinees reflected from your face.
Broke down in blue springs Missouri.
Now i dont question why your eyes
were overcast with worry.
Apart the nightmare cant erase thoose nights spent
laying in blissful silence your head apon my chest.
Memories depend apon your view.
I 'll just kiss the that jasmine scented southern
breeze for the rest.
My darlin I ask fingers interlocked
with time my heart what shall be
are plan.
A tear touches that vision of a face.
As you recall the memories of when togather we
ran.
Oct 22, 2009
Oct 22, 2009 at 6:16 AM UTC
In tides.
Change is fierce monster often left in shades of a lamb.
No pressense more cruel than that known as love.
Can we lie only to make this illusion so grand not appear traggic in design?
We question are truths beliving are thoughts instead of asking the one beside .
May we share this space only to distance areselves a little more at a time.
Picking apart the reason as in any situation we just always seem to lose track
of what it was that brought us here to begin with.
Anger can only mask my fears so long.
If you never understand then you'lll probaly stand with many.
***** the numbers it's a losing game to speak of to begin with.
Cold as rain in a approaching storm we can ignore the truth
if only to embrace are lies for one last time.
When did I ever become the shell?
A stranger in the wings to my own half thought logic .
Time makes a fool of us all.
As for me I sit without thought for to fight what never will be is a thought of another
The wolves howl at night only to hear themselfs die.
Tommorow you sound of hope in a hopeless void.
People togather in doorways hide from the rain and sometimes find there
placement a blessing.
Some find emptyness a solice I could never explian.
No man could ever be described so simply in one line.
Myself I find a stranger often ive seldom cared to understand.
Im far from the image yet close to the tale.
Maybe storms suit me well a gray sky to a ever distant wind.
Sands bury the traces yet a thought leaves it's mark.
No matter my past ive found eyes still find that dust ridden cover
**** my flaws for the subject is never understood.
For if Heaven were a endless highway id probaly be headed south.
I
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 4:54 PM UTC
The cards have been played jokers once wild were part of a strangers fate.
The sudden ends promise seemed a fitting end to a sad play.
As in love were pawns to a changing emotion as restless as
the wind that blows off the sea.
Monster's my dear exist even within me.
Addiction has taken passion I can no longer love as in the page.
Suicide take's the person as in thoughts i'll blur the image.
I'll write the end only to erase my past.
Will they understand?
My solution was a bitter end and a finale and retreat.
Anger doesnt understand the endless rage.
Empty thoughts from the shallow page.
Ive seen it clear apon a night cast with my demons fog.
The edge is past reallity will splatter me in a lifeless pile.
Madness greet's the creative mind.
As sanity clings like a mother to
her son waitting for the war.
Ive long over stayed my welcome now I embrace
the finale chapter.
The candle's flame was ment only to consume.
The moths will second to it's nature.
A burst of flame then a slow fade into the ash apon the floor.
Empty eyes of a child hearts never stay broken.
We understood the play as traggic befor the closing act.
laughter my card a gift ive left in your heart.
Erased from sight I question the desire.
The edge wasnt there untill it was past.
Seems some were never ment to last.
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 10:50 PM UTC
The summers love was a harsh winters heartbreak as
the rain came crashing down as I watched thoose tail light's fade.
No words reflect the pain that as men were told to ignore.
The lable faded as the feelings inside.
It was gone without reason.
Making as much sense as it's start.
A funeral for one spiders create the webs
casting shadows apon the sun.
The void filled with pain addictions touch where you never did.
Empty as two in heart.
A losser in grace shakes in the open.
Only to display my weakness in utter isolation.
Outside the storm builds pushing others away.
Jokes fill conversation.
Laughs keep away the worried looks.
Wasted I feel the warmth of happiness thats so
far from all im not.
Lines leading down a road apon a mirror
I close my eyes only to imagine how it does reflect.
Her body warm.
her eyes as vacant as the room in which i exist.
Taking comfort in a action losing all with sweet release.
Fire cant exist in icy water's of a fractured soul.
The moment was a series of traggic events
that forges a mind twisted like steel
Death was a wish when you can no longer taste life.
The addicts logic can never overpower the junkies mind.
Roads that seem distant are only seconds away.
That person a stranger whos return.
Is a threat and Id welcome his destructive return.
In the fog you feel nothing.
As the lost never seem to understand.
I know the secrets to the citys slum.
A blood spattred canvas of eternal blue.
Dim lit nightmares a yerning for a end to
a favorite memory that never was you.
I see the world so traggic tainted
underneath dark glasses so very clear.
A drifted soul is but a leaf apon the ocean.
Driven by winds heading somewhere with no direction.
Just one of the many nights outcast.
Many truths no the power of a lie.
Sunrise comes to fast and the bottle
wont be a lasting friend.
In thoose moments alone we see how togather
we truley never are.
Hold your secrets close as lovers.
tangled and so perfectly ******* up as yourself.
And wake in the bliss of are addictions
Love the flaws and forget the dreams from which
we soon wake.
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 5:07 PM UTC
Days slip by with remains of my emptyness cast aside like bottles apon a vacant highways path.
How often had I found little comfort in the arms that knew nothing and only lingered for
payments often underpaid in moments best left to forgotten like nights of youth kissed in
a lovers lipstick called regret .
Sometimes it takes a good demon's burn to pull your head outta the cloud's.
And in these empty highways reflection often i'd found little more than rest stops
and regrets to fuel my anger and true sense of I dont give a ****
Faces of a blank canvas heading toward new horizens and bitter end's.
Children lost clinging to people more clueless than there youth cast logic could bare.
No one's home in the lost.'
Only found in the emptyness of a new destination.
I cannot say wear I became such a heartless soul.
Only point you towards another route and send you off to find something
that would resemble a traggic play called happiness.
A broken down machine shook by other's in hope for a free treat.
Some just for the hell of seeing it swerve ive long since learned to respond
in a stock sense like some robot no true thought left in my blackend soul.
Dark roads spread like snakes across tatered highways soon to be forgotten by all.
Rest stop ahead one mile.
We gather a lost audience with a shared flaw.
Tired of travel some drenched in life.
Togather we gather in seconds as soon we all do depart.
I cannot say ive spent the time only to erase it in vain.
But a highway is a womans love never returned only taken we no
longer feel the desire to give.
In darkest hours of mornings soon to be aproaching light I sit watching
the lights chase off into the distance swallowed into a never seen again void.
So many chasing dreams others just chasing a new stage.
All of us headed towards yet another dim lit destination.
I always dread my return.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 11:40 AM UTC
You leave the option in a space now empty
from your actions.
Traggic play acted bad.
Smiles from the guilt forbidden was the illusion no other truley
ever had.
In those confines I speak without words tears
in silence fill this void.
Am i your wepon a vice or but a pawn in
a soon forgotten game?
Inside the storm is kept.
Outside the lie is shown in mild hope
you'll never see.
I am but spoiled earth.
Nothing more to see.
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 5:29 PM UTC
True to a traggic story that gleamed of a hopeful ending.
The nights storm broke the bonds.
In a moment of regret and stubborn ego you passed like
a early mornings rain.
Smells of sweet natures perfume touching all.
But leaving me empty as the sky clear yet filled
with hollow thought.
To recall her I did struggle to forget.
Night's illusion confessions in a key of deception
bitter ends paradise painted faded to soon.
And I was no better yet worse in this mess of a soul.
To love is to feel death's ever haunting embrace.
the oceans pull leaving a tide thats all been erased.
As in that last in embrace every secret so did
every word a liars soul almost did tell.
Paths cross roads exist unseen to all but me.
As a smile apon the soul is but a scar apon the heart.
Bittersweet thoughts taste of a regret.
In a fools torment overcast skys
my dear we are but pawns in life's traggic spell.
So promising was the kiss that tasted of farewell.
Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 5:45 AM UTC
Sad eyes i kiss the pain to ever embrace the salt of tear's matched with regret.
Till yesterday we cared as for now I can no longer say.
So long old friends do the nights silence cast memories for you as well?
Im far from a man who's became a stranger to goodbye's.
Storms cast far from shore seldom know the thunders much needed crash.
Open is the door but so closed is a old friends heart .
In a amber glass ive spent the last drop never leave regret behind.
Light's must fade as so must I.
Please dont look close for you may catch a glimpse at a untruthful soul.
Shades of hell often cast the most traggic yet beautiful skies.
We are all sunsets.
I hope only to paint the red embers across a sunsets demise .
Will are place forever be missed?
Or only a chapter in a books overdue close?
Time you've given me such a flawed view to all.
To sail off apon troubled waters perfect stillness never has been my style.
As to you all I wish only the best.
To the shadows I have awaited your empty return.
Maybe one day we'll see it all same.
Paper ships cast in child's laughter ive been left aside to drift.
Tear's take the path roll for me if only once.
Tommorow will be someone else's sunset yet again.
Goodbye.
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 3:17 PM UTC
What once was can never be.
Drinks togather like laughter are but memories cast over life's endless sea.
Ive drown in sorrows some past.
Strangers now we are so traggic what it was never was to last.
Ive crept under your radar to be taken in heart underneath the name of another.
Passion remains within embrace no matter the face the lover.
As miles past change us us.
Switch the pace from a steady race now such a struggle to crawl.
Can you reconize the voice minus the name.
Look beyond the lights see the person beyond the often over thought fame.
Im one with name of two.
Although you've looked past me.
Never would I ever forget you.
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 5:16 PM UTC