Monday, April 30, 2012

i withdraw

to you
the invitation of being by my side
no apologies but i must withdraw.
to the one i thought could be my soulmate,
a love,
a friend,
a wish come true.
i withdraw.
this pain inside,
this emptiness,
this feeling of nothing
despite your everything.
i withdraw.
the skies can only be so blue
before the clouds roll in
desperate to find shelter
solace
sanctuary
into myself i withdraw.
from you.
to me.
withdrawn.
it's been done.
gone.
nothing more to say.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

distance

in need of distance
they went their separate ways
one went one way
and the other went the others
never again should the two have met
but this is a world
a big bulbous world
and the distance in the end
only brought them back together.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

sacred

nothing is sacred
not anymore
it's ok to steal time
to post a thought
it's ok to stare thru a lens
instead of watching thru your eyes
it's ok to commit to hard drive
instead of your memory
life is being digitalized
we are being reduced to numbers
1 and 0
0 and 1
what a lonely world we're creating

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

blind

i'm here at your doorstep.
i'm not really sure how.
or why.
but i'm here.
and so the question now becomes:
do i come in?

i don't know.
i really don't know.

Friday, February 10, 2012

limbo

haven't written any new stories.
memories are going stale.
stuck in limbo
between my past and my future.
i hope the present posts my bail.

Friday, January 6, 2012

horizon

there are good things to come.
like a lovely scent
dancing in the folds of a wind
or a heartwarming melody
that can be heard from around the corner.
there are good things to come.

there are good things to come.
like a red sky behind a setting sun
or that perfect spring breeze
that carries us through to warmer days.
there are good things to come.

there are good things to come.
i hope i recognize them when they arrive.
so thankful that the worst is over.
with every bone in my body
and with every breath that i take
i hope that there are good things to come.

there must be good things to come.

Friday, December 9, 2011

late to dream

late to sleep.
late to dream.
early to rise.

memories are fresh on my mind.

a heart stolen.
a heart broken.

you, a blur. always a blur.
impossible to lay a finger.

behind my eyes,
invisible yet always there.

and then i am awake.
and you are gone.

i dare not dream again.