There was life before
and there will be life after
but life then seemed like the only life there would ever be
Confusion sets in at times like these
and life feels abundant again
and words build and destroy mountains with each new sentence formed
The strongest of empires toppled at the smallest of whispers
And there you stand
bright with hope and uncertainty
scared of circumstance and attachment
moving me to waves of emotion long since forgotten by modern man
And without name or knowing
I continue to walk this path
scared of the future and more scared of the missed chances
scared of you and my desire to make your dreams come true
Knowing that such things bring the biggest joys or the saddest hearts.
February 22, 2009
An Incomplete List For The Girl Of My Incomplete Dreams
In dark, I responded lightly;
passing it off to you being cool.
The heat and sleep inside
and your voice said, "go."
And part of me wondered if you meant forever
or if it would just feel like it.
In the first moments of forever,
the Question stood with hands in pockets waiting patiently.
"Salutations," he gleaned from classic children's literature, "begin."
She wears her personality like lovers wear their hearts and dreams on sleeves;
vibrant and full of life.
She walks among the empty graves of dying art forms
mixing hope and kindness;
ambitions and unassuming smiles.
She walks tall and strong
and bright
and sharp
and makes threats feel like moments of joy.
She is fun like children and waves and swings and melodies.
She is confident and clear like summer skies without interruptions.
She knows hurts and scars,
but dreams
and soars
and brightens
and shows compassion when anxiety removes all life from houses
and cares for friends with deep convictions
and mirrors the beauty of bright new days
and
the run-on ran on drowning all word constructs before it;
just like she drowns all other thoughts from my head.
passing it off to you being cool.
The heat and sleep inside
and your voice said, "go."
And part of me wondered if you meant forever
or if it would just feel like it.
In the first moments of forever,
the Question stood with hands in pockets waiting patiently.
"Salutations," he gleaned from classic children's literature, "begin."
She wears her personality like lovers wear their hearts and dreams on sleeves;
vibrant and full of life.
She walks among the empty graves of dying art forms
mixing hope and kindness;
ambitions and unassuming smiles.
She walks tall and strong
and bright
and sharp
and makes threats feel like moments of joy.
She is fun like children and waves and swings and melodies.
She is confident and clear like summer skies without interruptions.
She knows hurts and scars,
but dreams
and soars
and brightens
and shows compassion when anxiety removes all life from houses
and cares for friends with deep convictions
and mirrors the beauty of bright new days
and
the run-on ran on drowning all word constructs before it;
just like she drowns all other thoughts from my head.
-Kinda Sucky And Forced Sounding-
Two days is already one too much
I was captured within hours
Life stopped and unrolled at our first touch
springing forth new hope like flowers
And I wait and hope and wait
and stop hoping and start again
And end up thinking that it's too late
and move between lover and friend
I was captured within hours
Life stopped and unrolled at our first touch
springing forth new hope like flowers
And I wait and hope and wait
and stop hoping and start again
And end up thinking that it's too late
and move between lover and friend
Unfinished Love Song
V.
Sun shines and the leaves are all falling,
our walls begin falling and opening up.
I hope there's more than this moment,
but right now this moment is more than enough
V.
A few months doesn't seem long enough,
but it seems long enough to feel this much.
And I know that it can be scary,
and unknown and frightening and all of that stuff
C.
So put your hand in mine
And I won't let go
I'll hold you in my arms
I'll pull you close
Sun shines and the leaves are all falling,
our walls begin falling and opening up.
I hope there's more than this moment,
but right now this moment is more than enough
V.
A few months doesn't seem long enough,
but it seems long enough to feel this much.
And I know that it can be scary,
and unknown and frightening and all of that stuff
C.
So put your hand in mine
And I won't let go
I'll hold you in my arms
I'll pull you close
More Of An Experiment Than Anything Else
Is this a joke?, he said
Oh, I didn't mean it to be;
chill for a minute and listen.
She'd explain if he was quiet.
He'd be open to hearing her out.
Spoken in hushed tones,
It was for you, a gift -
this gift was supposed to be special.
He froze. He gained perspective,
Accept this apology.
Oh, I didn't mean it to be;
chill for a minute and listen.
She'd explain if he was quiet.
He'd be open to hearing her out.
Spoken in hushed tones,
It was for you, a gift -
this gift was supposed to be special.
He froze. He gained perspective,
Accept this apology.
This Is Also A Plea
Losing perspective is easy
Everyone has done it
Time and time again
Making patterns of lives
Earning scars and hurts
Losing battles and winning wars
Over and over the struggles struggle
Vainly attempting to make sense
Each day failing more and more
Yet the motif continues
On and on for eternities
Under the guise of something bigger
Everyone has done it
Time and time again
Making patterns of lives
Earning scars and hurts
Losing battles and winning wars
Over and over the struggles struggle
Vainly attempting to make sense
Each day failing more and more
Yet the motif continues
On and on for eternities
Under the guise of something bigger
It's Like A List Of Chores Or Something Far Worse
Love has proven itself:
unreliable
mysterious
unremarkable
surprising
relentless
unforgiving
inopportune
hurtful
demanding
doubtful
disingenuous
,but mostly -
worthwhile
unreliable
mysterious
unremarkable
surprising
relentless
unforgiving
inopportune
hurtful
demanding
doubtful
disingenuous
,but mostly -
worthwhile
This Is A Plea
Can you start anew?
Fresh hearts; done with blue.
Ready to leave scars
and pain to the past.
Knowing dreams are true
and real joy can last
as life rocks and jars
spinning to the stars.
Fresh hearts; done with blue.
Ready to leave scars
and pain to the past.
Knowing dreams are true
and real joy can last
as life rocks and jars
spinning to the stars.
If Seasons Come In Cycles Then Life Might Too
The winter of my discontent
is a struggle of emotions
swayed back and forth
with the slightest push
and pull...
The spring of my disillusion
has passed and gone
leaving a path to move on
and I've followed
and fallen...
The summer of my new beginning
has lasted longer in hopes
and final endings
moving me forward
and back...
The fall of my reality
will bring me life
and surprises
that defy expectations
and plans...
is a struggle of emotions
swayed back and forth
with the slightest push
and pull...
The spring of my disillusion
has passed and gone
leaving a path to move on
and I've followed
and fallen...
The summer of my new beginning
has lasted longer in hopes
and final endings
moving me forward
and back...
The fall of my reality
will bring me life
and surprises
that defy expectations
and plans...
Everything In Life Is Better With You At The End
In craft and form
both beautiful and brilliant
The sun shines less than you
My heart beats fast
both strong and full of life
Lost in moments spent with you
My hands shake
they quiver and sweat
Anticipating contact with you
In nights and days
both fleeting and more
My thoughts are spent on you
My breath lost
my life stopped and stunned
Struck by the sight of you
both beautiful and brilliant
The sun shines less than you
My heart beats fast
both strong and full of life
Lost in moments spent with you
My hands shake
they quiver and sweat
Anticipating contact with you
In nights and days
both fleeting and more
My thoughts are spent on you
My breath lost
my life stopped and stunned
Struck by the sight of you
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