Life's Journey

Writing

2010-01-06T13:57:00.001-05:00

I won’t tell you about good writing,
that could take days
but we don’t have days,
just pen and paper,
though with pen and paper,
we lose time, minutes, days,
simply lose track,
while the pen sails across the lines,
endless ripples leading anywhere,
but nowhere, it seems,
when the sails fall slack,
and waves of idea cease,
the ripples end,
and we sink back to the shores of reality,
once again.

2008-12-19T14:52:00.004-05:00

they say when someone closes a door,
they open a window up, it's true,
but when you closed the door in my face,
you slammed the window down too,
and before the shade was totally shut,
I saw the look upon your face,
and just as the heavy deadbolt clicked,
it locked that last memory in place,
at that moment, through a window of pain,
I saw that love was just a game,
and eventually people realize,
we all have to lose.

2008-12-19T14:25:00.003-05:00

the lights are twinkling on the tree,
awaiting Santa's visit with glee,
when he will deliver the Christmas toys,
to fufill all the children's joys,
while on the roof, reindeer are calling,
and soft white snow is gently falling,
as if to make everything perfectly right,
this Christmas Day will surely be white.

2008-11-19T14:30:00.007-05:00

you were always off-limits,
the hard one to get,
i fought and made enimies,
of many i will regret.

but now the fight is over,
and darling, you're all mine,
to describe life then was unthinkable,
for it was too sublime.

then i was all smiles,
as we walked along together,
hand and hand in harmony,
as if this would last forever.

then came the last girl,
revenge in her heart,
it was me she was after,
right from the start.

she proceded with caution,
planning my demise,
creating a terrible downfall,
with the element of suprise....

(to be continued)

Mercy and a Play

2008-11-14T14:53:00.010-05:00

when he left,
the world stopped turning,
my life was a play,
with no lines,
only tears,
where I was the main act,
at the mercy of others,
like you,
who saw my weakness,
and took advantage,
drying my tears with words of love,
teaching me to live again,
making life seem complete,
then suddenly,
drawing back the false curtain,
when i wasn't done healing,
sending me back to the stage,
where life was a play,
with no lines,
only tears,
and I was the main act,
at the mercy of others,
like you.

Not a dream come true

2008-11-05T14:39:00.006-05:00

Perfection hides behind what is reality,
showing itself to those that aren't seeking it,
who in turn, move mountains to find it,
but none have ever been the knight in shining armour,
returning with the perfection they seek,
delighting in the glory of being the one that found perfect,
the sole distributer of the unreachable dream,
creating a feeling of self-importance that none can equal,
rising up to rule those who also tried,
feeling better than others because of luck,
which is a fault,
and when there are faults there is not perfection,
therefore that dream will never come true.

Season Feelings

2008-10-29T14:28:00.010-04:00

the hot mid-summer is ruffled by a gentle passing breeze,
sending welcoming whispers pouring from the treetops as it brushes past,
embarking rings of ripples on never ending adventures up mingling streams,
and refreshing the many beings who venture out to embrace the waves of cooling happiness.

summer's end is laced with softly urgent winds,
blowing through like shadows on a passing car,
creeping up behind billowing blankets of clouds,
and chasing them over the horizon,
while kites soar lazily over fields of tall, moss green grass.

the fall wind has many sides,
changing with the mood of the day,
sometimes wheezing breaths of air,
barely stirring the cool evening,
or brutal outbursts of violent surges,
rattling the window panes and fighting with the trees,
but tonight,
the fall is empty,
free of feelings, full of peace.

2008-10-22T12:57:00.003-04:00

Hello, I hope you received my comment. I'm sending it again just in case. I think your poem borders on haunting (in a good way). At first it seemed a bit spiritual. Then, it "darkened" a bit. It is well-written. I might read it to trick-or treaters if I get low on candy! Jeff

Beings

2008-10-15T14:23:00.005-04:00

There are beings everywhere,
watching you,
minding you,

they are always there for you,
watching you,
guiding you,

everywhere you go they'll follow,
everywhere you look they'll look too,

there is no escaping their searching eyes,
there is no escaping this twist of lies,

always following
never stopping,

softly whispering,
looking, watching,

There are beings everywhere,
watching you,
minding you,

There are always there for you,
watching you,
guiding you.

A Glimpse

2008-10-02T08:46:00.009-04:00

flashes of vibrant and exotic colors,
dart from place to place,
hiding in forests of tangled red coral,
slippery shadows reflecting the sun.
Resting briefly,
they hurry along on their way,
small minnows in a lifetime of sea.

Haunting

2008-09-26T14:40:00.009-04:00

flitting in and out,
silently,
just out of reach,
glimpses in a corner,
a shadow on the wall,
a memory turned bad,
figures in the distance,
creeping closer every day,
a touch on your shoulder,
when no one's there,
footsteps on the stairs,
in an empty house,
haunting your life,
a feeling of despair,
untill you're gone,
forever.

Everywhere

2008-09-24T14:47:00.005-04:00

Everywhere is a place,
just like here or there,
everywhere's less noticed,
for it's a whole,
not like here or there,
which are simple parts,
but detailed, therefore
more appreciated, and easier to see.
but stop and think,
here and there are everywhere,
so everywhere is partly noticed,
seriously though,
stop and notice everywhere,
even if you're here and there.

Your blog

2008-09-14T16:00:00.001-04:00

Now start a new post.