Tuesday, December 30, 2008

words said, glances shared

souls merged

 

heart disconnected

soul fragmented

Mind tormented

 

Reality and Fantasy

Both illusions

 

questions asked

silence received

all that is heard are the tides of the ocean

 

space requested

Mind sequestered

Waiting begins

 

Hollow sensations

Pain of Love ushers in tears

If I run I’m done

 

Lonely

Struggle step by step

If only to take another breath

 

Push the pain away

To be felt another day

Friday, December 19, 2008

Hope and Faith
Two words, hand in hand
hanging on the last strand
So Fragile, so deep
striving to keep
tears fall, hearts strain
I pray for the rain
Over and over words repeated
I feel so defeated

Breathe in
Breathe out

Heads up, shoulders back
I'm ready to attack

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Flames

Flames flickering in the wind
Threatening to die a violent death
Struggling to throw one last ray of light

Winds gentle, and the flames burn bright
Darkness fades from hearts forlorn
Then come the storms



Tuesday, December 2, 2008

thoughts of the past bring renewed hope for the present.

  Eyes that sparkle and see past all facades.  Hearts that skip a beat at the sound of that special voice. The nervous energy that causes giggles to erupt from your soul, just from being in your beloved's presence.  The hug that soothes all pain and wipes all slates clean.  These are just a of the few things I long for, to fill my life again.  

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

My small world

Trying to get warm, after watching football practice, I think about how small my world view really is. It's not that I set out to be small minded or have a narrow focus, on the contrary I try to be aware of what is going on in the world. But still everyday my thoughts are, what am I going to eat, what will I do after work, why are there no people my age around during the day for me to talk to... So I ask myself why is this? Is it because it is the way of our country (me, me, me)? Or is it just something wrong with me? Or is it because change is so difficult? It is hard to affect change as well as it is hard to accept change. Or maybe I just need to get out of my own head and into others.