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Nothing To Say
Nothing To Say
there is nothing to be said about my love for you.there is nothing that can be said.
for though you are near,we are so separate.
my mind is plagued with thoughts of you,the dreams of a distant reality,where we had a chance.where you loved me in the way I wish you would.
everytime i think of the silly impossibilities,I am reminded that,for whatever wicked reason,my heart goes where I must not follow.
though time will sew distance between us, i pray for the day where you don't cross my mind where the unrequited won't burden my heart,or fog my eyes.
what is there to say, for a love that cannot love you?other than hello, nice to see you again,and wish you well.
sentiments wrapped around lost feelings of a passion,once strong enough to sail the seas, bridge divides,and save the damned.
in the end,the is nothing to say,nothing of truth, at least.
for though you are near,we are so separate.
my mind is plagued with thoughts of you,the dreams of a distant reality,where we had a chance.where you loved me in the way I wish you would.
everytime i think of the silly impossibilities,I am reminded that,for whatever wicked reason,my heart goes where I must not follow.
though time will sew distance between us, i pray for the day where you don't cross my mind where the unrequited won't burden my heart,or fog my eyes.
what is there to say, for a love that cannot love you?other than hello, nice to see you again,and wish you well.
sentiments wrapped around lost feelings of a passion,once strong enough to sail the seas, bridge divides,and save the damned.
in the end,the is nothing to say,nothing of truth, at least.
Human
Human
I fear I am becoming human.this weak fallible thing,filled with passions and ideas too impossible to speak.
my heart was the best of all dreamers,content in stories and fiction,
then you appeared.unassuming, disarming, and kind.
i fear i have lost control of my heart.she shines with the fire of a thousand sunsin the hope someone finds comfort in her light
once, I thought it’d be you.who knew loving a gentle soul could be so cruel?
loving you, i was a babe baptized into the worldopen to love, and susceptible to oblivion.
loving you has turned me into someone I cannot recognize.
it’s as if, through no fault of your own,you ignited a humanness in me I have never known.
my heart was the best of all dreamers,content in stories and fiction,
then you appeared.unassuming, disarming, and kind.
i fear i have lost control of my heart.she shines with the fire of a thousand sunsin the hope someone finds comfort in her light
once, I thought it’d be you.who knew loving a gentle soul could be so cruel?
loving you, i was a babe baptized into the worldopen to love, and susceptible to oblivion.
loving you has turned me into someone I cannot recognize.
it’s as if, through no fault of your own,you ignited a humanness in me I have never known.
Canary
Canary
it is a painful thing to admire you.
you, and all your possibilities,
I believed I could be something I was not.
for you, I became what you wished.
the beautiful canary, singing til her lungs gave out.
and unbeknownst to her,
it was the thing to save her.
in teaching a sweet bird to sing,
she finally grew too big for her cage.
growing pains hurt,
but so do small cages,
in giving her a voice,
you gave her freedom.
it hurts to admire you,
because I remember everything, and in my heart,
I worry that you won’t remember,
or care for the little Canary you set free.
The Answer
The Answer
the world is quiet,
full of grief and consternation.
Here is the answer.
the answer to the weight my stomach carries,
and the pangs my heart feels.
the answer that says,
no matter what you do,
or who you are,
you are still hated by a country not made for you.
a land you've always called home,
and an institution that calls you profit.
Today, we mourn.
for a country that has chosen its poison.
Together, we bury the dreams we held
and the hope that against all odds,
our country could be better.
but hope is a blind prophet,
and we, its children.
his smoke.
his smoke.
he leans into the flame,his lips hugging the cigarette.
all i can do is watch,his hair, his jaw, his lips.the lips that hold the world.
the smoke swims from the cigarette dancing between us,disappearing into the sky.
but somehow, the smoke lasts.the smell stays, and stays as a memory of you.
the smoke flys from his lips, a curse spreading its wings,pulling me in.
i know he can't be mine, and yet his smoke claims me.
it lingers,in my hair, in my clothes, in my throat.claiming my mind and spirit,in a cruel sense of almost-loving.
all i can do is watch,his hair, his jaw, his lips.the lips that hold the world.
the smoke swims from the cigarette dancing between us,disappearing into the sky.
but somehow, the smoke lasts.the smell stays, and stays as a memory of you.
the smoke flys from his lips, a curse spreading its wings,pulling me in.
i know he can't be mine, and yet his smoke claims me.
it lingers,in my hair, in my clothes, in my throat.claiming my mind and spirit,in a cruel sense of almost-loving.
To be Wanted
To be Wanted
it was a dream…
to be wanted,to be pursued,to be valued.
It was a dream to be courted, flirted with and wooed it was a dream to realize others saw your value
And yet, dreams are not what you expected.though you have suitors and hearts,It will not end the longing.
there is no wooing,there are no bells,only silence.
what you long for is greater than any person, woman, or man.
it’s part spiritual,part physical,and everything within the human condition.
and though you crave it,plea, and work for it,it comes in its own time.
to be wanted,to be pursued,to be valued.
It was a dream to be courted, flirted with and wooed it was a dream to realize others saw your value
And yet, dreams are not what you expected.though you have suitors and hearts,It will not end the longing.
there is no wooing,there are no bells,only silence.
what you long for is greater than any person, woman, or man.
it’s part spiritual,part physical,and everything within the human condition.
and though you crave it,plea, and work for it,it comes in its own time.
The Distant Train
The Distant Train
the distant train is calling.high whistles and clunking tracks.a far-off memory of childhood.
the haze and comfort of being a child wraps round,the mix of wonder and cargo passing by.
instruments of the night, the horn and its moving cars, working with the bugs and winds to create the perfect evenings.
You were always confused by the way people complained of the train,with all its music and melodies,why would such a beautiful machine seem bothersome?
You used to read at night.sitting in bed, waiting for the moment the train passed by,
And when it did, Your heart slowed, your soul hushed,everything seemed right with the world.
concentrating on the dissipating horn of the train, feeling the soft pages in your hand,you stared through the window, into the wood,hoping for a glimpse of the entity so attached to your heart.
the train is still calling you,hoping that one day, you will join it and travel to other landsthe lands your mind clings to.
But, the train seems so far, and the world is hard-hearted.
So; you've resolved to stay in your tower and read your stories.
even now,the train calls, the faint whistles and blows play in your dreams and grace your memories.
In the hope, that one day, you may set off to discover a world meant for you.
the haze and comfort of being a child wraps round,the mix of wonder and cargo passing by.
instruments of the night, the horn and its moving cars, working with the bugs and winds to create the perfect evenings.
You were always confused by the way people complained of the train,with all its music and melodies,why would such a beautiful machine seem bothersome?
You used to read at night.sitting in bed, waiting for the moment the train passed by,
And when it did, Your heart slowed, your soul hushed,everything seemed right with the world.
concentrating on the dissipating horn of the train, feeling the soft pages in your hand,you stared through the window, into the wood,hoping for a glimpse of the entity so attached to your heart.
the train is still calling you,hoping that one day, you will join it and travel to other landsthe lands your mind clings to.
But, the train seems so far, and the world is hard-hearted.
So; you've resolved to stay in your tower and read your stories.
even now,the train calls, the faint whistles and blows play in your dreams and grace your memories.
In the hope, that one day, you may set off to discover a world meant for you.
Existence
Existence
It's a funny feeling to forget you exist.
Caught up in the world around,
Forgetting that you, an unlikely creation,
have a mind, body, and soul.
Feet that have tread thousands of miles,
Hands that hold the most precious things in life.
Arms that have held the greatest loves,
Fingers that have created the sincerest of letters.
Eyes that have see the world for what it is,
and what it could be.
though the world is beautiful and terrifying,
don't forget you are a real and meaningful part of the story we call existence.
Sweet Bird
Sweet Bird
sweet, sweet, bird.
how beautiful and full of life you are.
watch for the man who wishes to hold you,
The one that smiles and promises the world.
his world. full of the greatest luxuries,
and the thickest ties.
he'll claim devotion to you,
and describe all the things he wants from you.
but, never what he loves of you.
he'll call your friends an unkindness,
your bevy, a nuisance
he'll profess his chivalry,
promise you serenity,
and that he will keep you well.
With him, you can have gold.
but all gold comes with a price.
you will lose your song,
and all the things you hold dear
he won't understand your beauty,
your joy, or what gives you purpose,
only that he covets it.
he'll want you,
but never love you.
For a man like that,
knows nothing about love.
Disappear
Disappear
I wish to disappear.just, for a while…not forever,
one day, I’ll wake.take my boots and a nice snug hat.i’ll step out the door,and remove myself from the world.
my family will worry,the town will talk.
I will take the long way.the way that twists and turns,the way to the wood.
when the entrance appears,my boots will stop. still for a moment, as I take in the world.
I will enter the wood,and escape what ails me.
Eventually, I will return.And cease to have disappeared.
some may ask why,they may not understand,
for there are times you must disappear.
there are times when you must detach yourself from the world,from all that is known to you.
in order to become human,to become whole again,you, like me, must disappear.
one day, I’ll wake.take my boots and a nice snug hat.i’ll step out the door,and remove myself from the world.
my family will worry,the town will talk.
I will take the long way.the way that twists and turns,the way to the wood.
when the entrance appears,my boots will stop. still for a moment, as I take in the world.
I will enter the wood,and escape what ails me.
Eventually, I will return.And cease to have disappeared.
some may ask why,they may not understand,
for there are times you must disappear.
there are times when you must detach yourself from the world,from all that is known to you.
in order to become human,to become whole again,you, like me, must disappear.
No Allegiance
No Allegiance
My soul belongs to my GodMy body belongs to the EarthMy name belongs to my Country.
though I belong to many things,I have Allegiance to none.
my mind is everywhere my heart seeks everyone and my feet tread where they wish
and yet, I have no place,no belief,no allegiance.
though I belong to many things,I have Allegiance to none.
my mind is everywhere my heart seeks everyone and my feet tread where they wish
and yet, I have no place,no belief,no allegiance.
Remembering
Remembering
I don’t remember much.
ask me to tell a story,it will be embellished with poetry.
because as much as I wish to remember,in time, everything is forgotten.
i may not tell a story fully,but i will remember the important parts.
what music was playing,the loving friends,how those days felt.
when you forget most,it is important to keep all things.
the songs,the photos,the tiny things that hold the memories we forget.
ask me to tell a story,it will be embellished with poetry.
because as much as I wish to remember,in time, everything is forgotten.
i may not tell a story fully,but i will remember the important parts.
what music was playing,the loving friends,how those days felt.
when you forget most,it is important to keep all things.
the songs,the photos,the tiny things that hold the memories we forget.
The Magic of Summer
The Magic of Summer
Wake up from unending slumber,I know you’ve never liked summer,but this time look for the wonder,and the magic of summer.
Mother Nature won’t falter,You are her daughter,find peace with the water,the world is your alter.
everything for you and your kin,find your place within,a land of beauty and wonder,feel the magic of summer.
Mother Nature won’t falter,You are her daughter,find peace with the water,the world is your alter.
everything for you and your kin,find your place within,a land of beauty and wonder,feel the magic of summer.
Summer Memories
Summer Memories
the freshest fruit,the happiest moments,the brightest days.
fall in love with the world againin a little house by the water.
celebrate lengthening days and endless nights.
taste everything,from the sweetest cakes to the sour drinks,
soak it up.life, the sun, the world.you’ll be glad you did.
fall in love with the world againin a little house by the water.
celebrate lengthening days and endless nights.
taste everything,from the sweetest cakes to the sour drinks,
soak it up.life, the sun, the world.you’ll be glad you did.
The Feeling
The Feeling
there is a feeling,when you are alone,the world is hushedand you feel like yourself
the trees dance with the wind,the birds sing of happy daysthe sun greets you with her warm smile.
the world feels right
the grass will hold you,the foxes and crows will keep you safe,the wind will be your guide.
there is a feeling, when you are happy,the world is softand you feel human again
the trees dance with the wind,the birds sing of happy daysthe sun greets you with her warm smile.
the world feels right
the grass will hold you,the foxes and crows will keep you safe,the wind will be your guide.
there is a feeling, when you are happy,the world is softand you feel human again
To see the Heroes
To see the Heroes
Oh, to see the heroesThe protagonists of our storiesThe models in which we shape ourselves
There was a time,when the heroes looked a certain waybelieved certain things And served the world in their way
looking up to them,they never were like me
was I wrong?Are we villains because we aren’t like our heroes,Or are we just the heroes untold?
We are the heroes of the futureAll of us
I believe there will be a different day,for when others look up, They will see us.
There was a time,when the heroes looked a certain waybelieved certain things And served the world in their way
looking up to them,they never were like me
was I wrong?Are we villains because we aren’t like our heroes,Or are we just the heroes untold?
We are the heroes of the futureAll of us
I believe there will be a different day,for when others look up, They will see us.
Bright Lines
Bright Lines
the bright lines shine in the eveningthe soft touch of the sunI lean into the sun's touch
She smilesShe beacons me to leavebut joining her is a dream
the blinds split her raysthe lines, they feel nicethe smile, a memory of the past.
She leaves her warm glowShe will always return,but I will not.
the bright lines leave the memory in the wallthe imperceptible memory of these days,I pray, the memory stays forever
She smilesShe beacons me to leavebut joining her is a dream
the blinds split her raysthe lines, they feel nicethe smile, a memory of the past.
She leaves her warm glowShe will always return,but I will not.
the bright lines leave the memory in the wallthe imperceptible memory of these days,I pray, the memory stays forever
My Angel
My Angel
My Sweet Angel, whose cherubic hair shines like the Stars,
let him tempt my mind and heart. though the future causes fear, My wish is to yield to his love, and fade into forever
but forever never comes.
My love, who's a devilish defender,
Come with me, the Stars can be yours once again. allow me to tempt you, so that Heaven may be ours.
but, your nature will end us.
My fallen Angel who holds on tightly to forever,
every moment, I dream of a world where we are bonded, safe from the war of sides where forever is ours.
but you must know, forever, is a cruel fantasy
let him tempt my mind and heart. though the future causes fear, My wish is to yield to his love, and fade into forever
but forever never comes.
My love, who's a devilish defender,
Come with me, the Stars can be yours once again. allow me to tempt you, so that Heaven may be ours.
but, your nature will end us.
My fallen Angel who holds on tightly to forever,
every moment, I dream of a world where we are bonded, safe from the war of sides where forever is ours.
but you must know, forever, is a cruel fantasy
Fossils
Fossils
Allow this time to become a fossil, Gather the tickets, the receipts, and bows,Place them in that worn-out box, And allow them to rest in the ground.
Watch as the trinkets and photos meld together Allow the pools of memories to become bone, As time passes, the bones will fossilize Hidden in the ground, for the time we need them the most.
Allow them to rest there, so that one day,Maybe our last day together,We can dig them up and remember.the fossils of our time remind us of who we truly are.
Watch as the trinkets and photos meld together Allow the pools of memories to become bone, As time passes, the bones will fossilize Hidden in the ground, for the time we need them the most.
Allow them to rest there, so that one day,Maybe our last day together,We can dig them up and remember.the fossils of our time remind us of who we truly are.
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