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Writing the wrongThere's one that wants it
and one that doesn't.
There's one that was
and one that wasn't.
There's one that listens
and one that reads.
There's one that shines
and one that bleeds.
There's one I want
and one I had.
There's one that's happy
and one that's sad.
There's one that believes
and one that denies.
Then there is me... the one who sighs.
How I tell timeTo feel time.
Not by the subtle movement of hands beneath glass.
or the leaning of shadows by the passing sun.
Not from a song reaching its finality
or words climaxing their reason for being expressed.
Not the taunting calendars that dare to contain a day in a tiny square
as they line up in an unbroken path with no option to alter course.
To feel time.
Feel it passing.
Find it drifting.
To know it's endless song
When my heart remembers your last sigh heard...
I feel time.
When my breath recalls how yours would dance beside it...
I feel time.
When my hands pause as they sense a phantom echo of your skin...
I feel time.
When my soul sings its lovers tune and waits for you to join in kind...
I feel time.
When my essence begs to blend with yours and stands so sadly patient...
I feel time.
I don't tell time, time tells me.
Our parting is my clock, my calendar, my sun, my song, my sentence...
my sadness eternal.
The world that awaits youI will give you the world
but it's not made of gold,
not money or diamonds
for it's not bought or sold.
Not a car or a yacht
or vast acres of land,
or a beach house surrounded
by rich golden sand.
The world which I give
is the one in my heart.
It's a place if not offered
just tears most apart,
It is oceans of passion
and islands of lust,
deep seas of devotion,
high mountains of trust.
filled with cities of love,
while faithful blue skies
undulate from above.
It's the world that I offer
to someone so true.
I hope it can exist
in a universe that's you.
Are you watching closely?Watch me if you dare,
yet choose to read my words with care,
for when you visit you will find,
the deepest secrets from my mind.
You'll witness things I love and hate,
perhaps I'll speak of someone's fate,
for what I write is not a ruse
or something only to confuse.
It's just me, myself and why,
I have no reason here to lie.
My heart is torn but it's still true
and when you visit I'll know it's you.
Pondering possibilitiesToday I see your pic and wonder at the possibilities.
When you enter a room, who catches site of you and wishes they were yours?
What does your voice sound like in casual conversation?
Does your laugh turn heads and bring a smile to their face?
I try to ponder beyond the picture and its all I can do to not get lost in it.
I would walk up to you anywhere at anytime and hope...
Hope that I could hear you say hello
Hope that I could make you smile
Hope that I wouldn't have to fight the urge and I would just be allowed to kiss your neck. Be allowed to glide my hand over you shoulder, down your arm and entwine it with yours. Be allowed to feel your hair against my cheek as my mouth makes its way to your ear and whispers...
Can I be yours?
My god, how I look at you and wonder at the possibilities.
Enjoy your stayThere's a place between heaven and hell we call earth
where we try to reside while discovering our worth.
Here we love or we hate or believe and then doubt,
as we constantly dwell on what life's all about.
We shatter and weep when those close to us die,
yet can feel born again as we glance at the sky.
We wander and wonder and ponder what's next,
even solve the great mysteries and still we're perplexed.
The real answer for being here, no one can give,
so do your best to relax and just love, laugh and live.
A bond too briefclouds parted.
The cellular heartA phone full of messages, pictures and text,
echoing hopes of what was to be next.
Looking for secrets in words never shifting,
struggling to keep all the memories from drifting.
Glancing at pics, wishing more had been taken,
praying I'm dreaming and hope to awaken.
Voicemails resaved every twenty one days,
lying to myself that I'll soon change my ways.
It's like holding my heart in my hand as I die,
I need a new phone... one that won't make me cry.
The whispers missedWhen you're near me... the wind whispers "remember"
When you look at me... my eyes whisper "I love you"
When you speak to me... my mind whispers "be still and listen"
When you touch me... my skin whispers "I'm happy"
When you hold you... my body whispers "don't let go"
When you leave me... my spirit whispers "I'll miss you"
When you're not around... my soul whispers "come back"
I wish you could hear the whispers... but I know you're listening for something more.
It's a shame that my whispers are drowned by his silence.
Maybe it's time to stop whispering.
She Used to Love The RainIt's like winter.
Grey and quiet and distant.
It's all sharp edges and
there isn't anything beautiful
Do you know the way the world falls silent?
Like holding your breath,
Like not feeling oxygen grace your lungs
until the spring.
Autumn is all warm colors and cold winds,
but it all fades in a week or two.
And then the rain comes.
The rain that you wish was snow.
The rain that drips from barren branches
and collects in mud puddles that never
really sink into the frozen ground.
The rain that makes you remember
what you wish it made you forget.
It's like missing you.
Missing you, and feeling
you in every raindrop, and
hearing you in every cold
wind. And holding my breath
until spring. Except,
spring never comes, I
never exhale, and it just
Winter is only grey.
And I just wish the rain would stop, and I...
I could see a rainbow.
If tomorrow I don't Wake upI wonder what would happen
If I was never to wake up
Would people even care
I wonder if a commotion would erupt
Would anyone even notice
That I wasn't alive
Would my mother even mourn me
Or could she guess that I wouldn't survive
Well I'm still not dead
But I can barely call this living
I feel like a corpse
That hasn't given up on breathing
But I wonder what would happen
If I was actually to die
Would anyone be bothered
Or care enough to cry
Maybe everyone's just used to
Me living like a corpse
So no one would be bothered
Or life change the slightest off of course
But if I would never wake up
There's no way to know what happens the next day
Won't know if people really care about me
But..maybe it's better off that way
The quiet onesThe Quiet Ones
It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for:
the ones who sit in class, doodling in their notebooks.
Alone they're harmless and keep to themselves.
But don't be fooled, their brains are a flurry of activity.
Put two or more of them together, and you'll wonder what the heck happened.
These "quiet ones" start talking, start plotting.
They've planned each other's brutal deaths....multiple times.
They've discussed the zombie apocalypse....and how they'd start it.
The end of the world has four backup plans....to ensure its demise.
And you can almost guarantee your death has been penciled in for next Tuesday.
So be careful, 'cause it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for.
Only A MemoryYour face is only a memory
faded like a ripple in the river
moving, not to linger
I still think back to you and me
I wonder how things could be
Had I asked you to stay with me
My heart wide open for you to see
Oh the secrets you hide from me
Exposed and torn, my eyes drifted
Into the deserted plain, can't feel anything but the cold of the rain
I can't stand this pain
Had I only knew
The truth buried within you
I was too blind you see
I let you get the best of me
For the longest time I could not break free
From the hold you had on me
Now just becomes a memory
Something I never want to see
My heart still not healed
As you kept spinning the wheel
Too numb to feel
All you are is a memory
That is something you will always be
ExpectantemI'm waiting, I'm waiting
I watch when the sun falls
To when the stars begin to fade
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
For a day that won't come
I'm waiting for the time
When we stand beneath the same sun
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
When the sky turns to gray
I'll always be here
To hold on to your light
That shines among all
LonelyA shy little girl
all on her own
starting a new life
yet still alone:
Things were going
to be different
things were going
But she still
sits in her dorm
no more than
a two word exchange:
Food always tastes better
when with friends
sometimes she sits
there and pretends:
A safe haven to learn
she thought she'd call home
has turned into a hell
with no one to know:
She though she
could be visible
but things never
are what they seem
and she will never
have a happy ending:--
Get Some Sleep TonightIs Romance as pure as the title it beholds?
Every rose has a prick
Every dove has a freckle.
We can stay up and worry about how negative we are.
Or, baby, we can get some sleep tonight.
Do tainted hearts bleed pure blood?
I know my heart is tainted, but why expect that much?
I'm perfect at least 23 hours of the day
Is it humor or is it irony
that you're the one to see the hour I regret.
I'm sorry about the promises that I forget to keep.
I apologize for my rudeness in front of your friends or parents.
I could focus on what you do wrong, but of course I draw a blank.
Not because you're perfect, but because you're perfect enough.
So please, lets hug it out, and get some sleep tonight.
I'm SorryI'm sorry for being me
I'm sorry for having to grieve
I'm sorry I'm not perfect
I'm sorry I don't know everything
I'm sorry I can't live up to your standards
I'm sorry I'm not always strong
I'm sorry for being an introvert
I'm sorry for being different than you
I'm sorry I'm not what you expect
I'm sorry I'm me.
AfraidIt's hard to see with these tired eyes.
All that's clear is sadness and lies.
Why can't I hide it better, it always shows.
I'm afraid I'm see through everyone knows.
There's blood on my skin old habits die hard.
Old marks meet new company, skin so scarred.
Pain dipped in ecstasy seems to keep me quiet.
I'm afraid I'm losing myself my mind is in a riot.
It's hard to breathe, I feel in pain and without rest.
My heart feels like it's pierced with knives in my chest.
Bleeding incessantly, continually, constantly, it hasn't gone away.
I don't want to lose you but I'm afraid this will kill me one day.
Dark was the lightIn the dark you can cry,
no one has to know why.
You can sit and lament,
ponder where your strength went.
Here you can let it all go
and no one else has to know.
It may be a time all your own
where you may feel so alone
but it's a time that you need
to just let your heart bleed.
To release tears and sighs
and begin your goodbyes.
Yes, in the dark you can cry,
without refrain to deny,
for once you let the pain go,
in the dark you will glow.
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