W.ondering W.ho W.anders
Darkness consumes you, like night;
Though, with force, it wretches and spits,
Holding your form close and tight
Suffocating your very wits
It hears not one of your pleas
Your choking calls for, "Mercy!
"Mercy! I beg!" with no release-
"Upon my very soul; mercy!"
Every sailor in every storm,
In whirling seas and frothing form
With sound of sails tearing, torn,
Speaks naught and in stillness looks on.
They do not hear the stolen words
Plucked from frantic fumbles of lips
They do not hear the broken words
That fall from travelling fingertips
Upon these very keys
These words that no one sees
The abyss of the internet,
Every user's sail set
To navigate endless seas
Written like thoughts on a breeze... To a friend...
For you I would give up tomorrow
Stop Time’s flow.
For you I would leave yesterday
If you could stay
Held in my arms
‘Til every ocean calms
And naught but your breath stirs,
Those sweet, soft murmurs,
Held close to me,
If only for you to see
How it takes me,
How it makes me
Feel so lost
And yet so found. Autumn
Reds and golds
And amber hues,
The leaves that frost
With morning dews
Crystal ebbs
Of spider webs
Rosy hands
And big brass bands.
Autumn shocks
And starling flocks. True Meaning
If everything is dark
If all the world were cold and stark
Where would hope live then?
If everything were light
If it were all great
How would we learn the true meaning of love then? |
Take. Take. Take.
Take my heart and make me whole again.
Take these words and smooth away their fire.
Take away these tears and lose this pain.
'Cause I still need you to hold me tight,
To hear your voice throughout the night.
And when the sun does set, I wonder why,
We ever had to say goodbye.
So, why did it all have to end?
Or was I wrong, was it all pretend?
And even now, I'm aching for you
And even now, I'm breaking for you.
Second Chance
So if I gave it all to you
What would you do?
I can remember the last time
I can remember the torn rhyme
It hurts all the more
When I know I adore...
It's the burning pain
It's that blood red stain
You pulled from my heart again
Should I give you this second chance;
This extra lance...
To tear through my heart?
Break me apart?
Dying Lillies
Old lillies, failed and broken,
Lend their flowers to the floor,
Pale white tears, scattered, longingly,
Which human hands have, bleeding, tore
From their slender, swaying stems,
Which once, twisted and danced, in the breeze,
Souls saddened by the silver storms of sobs,
Their aching song murmured amongst the leaves,
Though, voices filled the air, be there none.
Blotting
It drips. It drops.
It leaks. It spills.
Ink. Upon the page.
Ink. Blank pages fills.
Poison black or Roman red.
What if words killed you dead?
They twist. They burn.
Love, they spurn.
And here they are,
Thick like tar,
With coiled emotion
Enough to fill an ocean
With their sighs, their laughs.
Their tears, their epitaphs.
Is it this that drums the writer's blood?
Is it this that caused the lover's flood
Of tears upon the reading of that letter
Supposed to make her feel much better? |
