You and I

February 22, 2008

It’s been so long now,
Somehow I know you’re gone.
In ways I am too,
Yet I still picture you at every dawn.

I can live without you,
Even though I thought I never could.
Life, but with a void.
You hold that piece with you for good.

No matter who lies near,
Love songs and scenes, or lustful sighs,
All have but two stars,
My eyes and ears perceive just You and I.

Hollow Heart

February 22, 2008

All I see are long corridors,
All I hear are empty words.
All I feel is the darkness closing in,
I can’t believe I’m back to this again.

My water is completely drawn,
It comes from moving on. And
Though normal in appearance, graph, and chart,
I’m living life with a hollow heart.

You take your cures and voodoo,
I’ll just look back, and hope that you do.
I gave you more than a piece or part,
So I’ll live this life with a hollow heart.

Unfinished, Untitled

February 22, 2008

(I never finished this one…)

Looking at pictures,
The only ones I own,
Of friends and family,
And the place I like to call. . . my home.

Computer screen glares,
These songs speak to me.
Authors from the past urge,
“Let your heart rest, just let. . . it be”

Different message,
From the next on my list.
Lyrics from the speakers blast,
“Why quit on love that’s from. . . the past?”

Oooooo. . . .

Awake One Lonely Night

February 21, 2008

(This short poem pretty much sums up almost every night as I lie in bed. Just substitute 3 or 4 am for midnight. Doesn’t have the same ring though. . . haha)

Midnight is drawing so near,
But my mind just won’t clear.
The clock speeds away,
Yet my troubles seem to stay.
I think that hell might feel this way.

Awake out of force of habit.
My eyes wanna fall but my brain won’t have it.
All these thoughts running through!
What do I have to do?
To get some sleep. . . tonight?

Guilty

February 21, 2008

What crimes of life and I guilty of,
Besides giving you all my love?
And should I just lock away,
Those thoughts of you both night and day?
When I think of life without you,
My heart burns and my spirit too.
What words can pen and paper say,
That show your effect on me this way?

Holding Me

February 21, 2008

Hold me close to you in your arms,
I’ll float to a better place!
Knowing it’s me you look at with desire,
Has me feeling I can win any race.

Simply touch my skin to yours and,
Chills run up my spine.
So is it any wonder how elated I feel,
When, in the darkness, your lips lock with mine?

I have a confidence in myself like I’ve never felt,
It comes from the way you care.
I can do no wrong as long as I’m yours.
You’re in my gaze, the world seems so far from here.

Soon the day will come for this dream to end,
But I care not about tomorrow.
If the dawn does not come, my final thought,
Will be of you, and in that I’ll have no sorrow.

Messages by Night

February 21, 2008

Everytime you see the moon,
Know in your heart that I love you.

After day passes his skies of blue,
I rejoice in the Night because I know soon,
My Messenger will travel from me to you,
Carrying with him my bittersweet tune:

“Fair one, the night brings my note to you,
My Courier flies not by the light of noon.
He travels with the shade, before the dew,
And carries with him my troubled, caring tune:

Everytime you see the moon,
Know in your heart that
I Love You.”