Saturday, July 25, 2009

The dance

Falling back into the same patterns
Craving the arms wrapped about
Waiting by the phone
Promises never kept
Tears are wept by one or the other
Yet I come back
Sometimes running as soon as the last fix wore off
Hearing the song that I cried for so many hours listening
For some things are better left to mystery and you are one of them
Because in the end I'm always left alone
Standing there placing the needle back again
So my record can repeat
In order for me to dance blindly
Into everything I thought I wanted
but leaves me crying beside that same record player
Because I will never be enough
And my expectations lowered now
Will not be met
Yet I dance this dance again

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Lightning sparks create a fire on the water

Sand against skin
Water in eyes
Sliding down the cheeks
Being furiously wiped away
A sign of weakness to the grey man
Stand tall be strong remember
Who you are
But who he is was never what he wanted to be
Anything but
The ordinary
Sunrise blinding
As the old trucks careens down
A road
Without direction
In search for who he is
The answer isn't hidden
But is evident in the twinkle
Of his eye
Which is
The whirlwind of a storm on the rise
Take that as you will
But he's gonna ride on still

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

If only

I'm more likeable in my writing than in real life.........I'm a little hard to take in person.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Coming of age the passing of time and I'm sorry folks this really isn't poetry just my strange prose

It's night like these with the breeze in my hair
a tiny bit sunburned
that I hope I remember

It's as if the older I get the younger I feel
going back to the park
back to those nights
when I had fallen "in love"
for the first time

when everthing was beautiful and nothing hurt
I remember dancing barefoot under the moon
feeling like a flower child from days gone

In a dress that still hangs in my closet
it hangs there like a memory lost in time
it's almost as if the memories would be disturbed
if I wore it again

the moon last night was yellow
and the boy that I had a crush on long ago
in his Raybans and ever present camo hat
came to my mind
He's lost now
I think his spirit died
on a late summer night when he realized
she would never be his again

Proving that "time doesn't erase people"
"People erase people"
which we do they hurt us and we eradicate them from our lives
leaving me to wonder if the pain would have been worth it
If any of them had stayed

Living in the past with my regrets
I'm trying to forget
but you can't erase these things from your mind
with the sunrise this morning
I realized that I have to put them away
in a little file in my mind
but my heart still gapes open
remembering all that I had
all that I have lost

the silence deafened me
as I tried to fall alseep at daybreak
because I realized I couldn't run anymore
which to me is moving on