Hope
Like a flame in the dark,
Hope flickered in my heart,
With every look and every smile you gave
Making me uncertain on just how to behave.
So certain that your heart belonged to her,
Felt almost apologetic that my presence she had to endure,
Feeling like an usurper in her domain.
As always, my feelings for you I have to restrain.
But your deep long glances, did I just imagine this part?
Or did I see the same flicker of hope in your eyes that I feel in my heart?
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
Disdain
Disdain
Patience is a virtue, they say.
My virtue must have run out.
Dearest Soulmate, wherever you are,
Whoever you are, you must be a lout.
I have looked for you high and low,
Far and nigh, in so many faces.
Thought I found you once or twice,
But only found myself in loveless embraces.
Soulmate, I need you to know
That my faith in you has waned.
If our paths ever do cross someday
Don't be surprised to find yourself disdained.
Patience is a virtue, they say.
My virtue must have run out.
Dearest Soulmate, wherever you are,
Whoever you are, you must be a lout.
I have looked for you high and low,
Far and nigh, in so many faces.
Thought I found you once or twice,
But only found myself in loveless embraces.
Soulmate, I need you to know
That my faith in you has waned.
If our paths ever do cross someday
Don't be surprised to find yourself disdained.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Stepping Stone No More
Stepping Stone No More
Girl of your dreams, not quite.
Never seem to be just right.
I’m just a stepping stone on your journey towards “her.”
Well, this stepping stone has had enough.
Your journey just got a bit more rough.
You best get off of me, you inconsiderate trampler.
I’d much rather ride into the warm sunset alone
Then continue my existence as a cold, forgotten stepping stone,
Being in your eyes nothing more than a sentimental error.
No desire of feeling your soiled foot on my preciously brilliant head.
My glorious ethereal wings spread, flying very free instead.
Want to be someone’s evermore, not the stone that came before.
Nantli
Nantli
His mother I will always, always be,
This adult man I see before me.
But my role is changing,
His escape he is staging.
Off to learn from the world.
His hand I can no longer hold.
Now, who will I be?
Now that I won’t have to be “mommy”,
Until now my most important role.
What will fill this emptiness, this hole?
My purpose must be redefined
As I leave that role behind.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Waves
Waves
Days come and go like the waves on the beach
The relentless crash going in and out
Next just like the last
Never the same shape but still only sea water.
Days pass by just as fast
Gone before I can even capture their beauty
One followed by the other
Next just like the last.
When will the day come when those relentless waves
Wash something new to my shore.
Something that won’t go as quickly as it came
Like the sand crabs I uselessly try to hold on to.
Sometimes I stand on that shore looking at the horizon
And I wonder what it would be like to just lose my self
To get lost in that blanket of blue
But then I remember my place is on the shore.
So I stand there and look longingly, waiting,
Waiting for the sea to make up its mind
For it’s current to change and bring to me,
Bring to me what shall be mine alone.
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Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Accepting
Accepting
Music blasting,
My feet dancing,
I am glancing
At you removing
Your shirt and singing.
See the writing,
Heart is breaking
"Not for me" I am thinking.
Then you come walking
Towards me, singing.
At my eyes you are looking.
At your chest you are pointing.
In my chest heart is pounding.
Inside I am screaming
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" but outside only smiling,
While my heart is slowly melting
At the words I am reading
...
Music blasting,
My feet dancing,
I am glancing
At you removing
Your shirt and singing.
See the writing,
Heart is breaking
"Not for me" I am thinking.
Then you come walking
Towards me, singing.
At my eyes you are looking.
At your chest you are pointing.
In my chest heart is pounding.
Inside I am screaming
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" but outside only smiling,
While my heart is slowly melting
At the words I am reading
...
Sunday, April 22, 2012
My Gift, My Curse
My Gift, My Curse
Like a sponge I take it all in
My gift, my curse to FEEL
The energy the world projects.
The pain that you lived
With all the heartbreak.
The cries of childless
Mothers mourning deaths.
The bleeding planet
Dying a slow painful death.
Take it in and carry it,
Always there, always feeling.
But the desire, the passion
I take that in too,
But how do I tell whether
It was meant for me
Or if it was just energy that I stole.
Did I unwittingly take love
Not meant for me?
If I knew how, I’d hand it all back.
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