Sunday, March 22, 2009

All at Once

OK, so here is all of my recent poetry and whatnot at once. There are a bunch, so read and tell.

Smother
Feeling, touching, a fleeting glance
My chest pounding, not knowing what to think
Knowing someone for so long, but not knowing their mind
it seems as if we are beginning again, but not
knowing that I feel this, and that you are trying
I want it so bad, but don't want to push
In my mind, if I do, You will run away
but I cannot help but protect, but hold, but to not let you go

After the Storm
A scent like no other, a taste so divine
the texture of silk, the finest felt
a reminder of love, but something so personal
to share between us, the eroticism of it all
as I lay next to you, as I feel you on me
as you tremble and say the words I long to hear
pushing, pulling, we move as one
and as the eye nears, a look at one another
and the calm is there, like no other

Loss
My old friend, I know that we
weren't as close as we were in the end
as we were in the beginning
But I know that does not mean
that you won't check up on me
and you'll see
that the thoughts of you
are still in my heart
You were there for pictures
parties and laughs
You sat and watched, never participating
yet, part of the fun
Know that I'll take care of
the rest of the people in my life
like you took care of me.

Why
Impulses firing, heart beating
Reminders of you
That I cannot let go - a feeling
a look, a certain reflection
a smell, that of your scent
They say to let go, to move on
but doing so would remove
a piece of my soul
a piece of my heart
that would never be
complete

Untitled
This happiness inside
is ruined by myself
Do I make myself miserable
by being happy?
Is it easier to be angry
Is it easier to not love
Should I be upset at the
feeling
No

Muse
Maybe I couldn't be open
until I was torn apart
Maybe I couldn't be me
Until I lost a part of you
But I will try to win that back
Until I am in the ground
And I promise
That I will be there until the
day I die

Eyes
If you could see what I
a look through my eyes
only to realize
that the truth is what is spoken
Cigarette
there is something that holds me
in it's clutches more than i'd like
it is not good
it is not fine
it is something that i need to have
every day to live
but it kills me

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