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Dust in dreams

The leaves sticking
To the bottom of my shoes
The sun fading, the sky
Pink, orange, gray, black
I close my eyes
And for a minute, I am slipping
All my weary blues
Pink, orange, gray, black
Turn to dust in dreams

My head, hurting
As I am walking alone
The river sings a song
My reflection, black
It seems to long
For days long gone, or perhaps emerging
But my mind is sewn
My reflection, black
Turns to dust in dreams

But when I walk home
Still on my own
I know nothing is as it seems
Everything I’ve known
Standing alone
Turns to dust in dreams

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Thrown Away

Your lover’s waiting there for you
She’ll only be upstairs a few
More moments waste away from you
Your broken heart is just a day away
Your empty chest is starting to decay

You learn to love, you learn to hate
You’re told you don’t appreciate
The smallest little rays of sun
The stranger’s smile, the lover’s tongue
But all I want is just one more today
All I want is not to be afraid

Of old laments and future grief
Nostalgiac burn without relief
A stolen soul without belief
That summer’s gonna disappear
And when it does, she will be here
To tell me that everything is ok
We live together somewhere far away
You live forever somewhere not today

And at the top of stairs you will
Descend till you no longer feel
The hollow shell starting to fall apart
The hole that you at one time called your heart

Your lover’s waiting there for you
She’ll only be upstairs a few
More moments you are gonna throw away
These moments you will only throw away

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Linger

Though I hate to see you go
You know I know
It happens slow
And you will only change
Tomorrow

The sun will fade and appear again
A different world, enlightened and
I got nowhere left to go
I go no one left to know

Tomorrow brings
A promise ring
Broken on the floor
We always hoped for more
The longest goodbyes will
Linger,
Bring her
Down.

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The Snow

Sometimes I wonder if I’m still there.
If my memory haunts you
In the snow.
Like an old abandoned house
With a dusty box of letters,
Photographs and broken memories
Sitting by the stairs.

And when I think and think
I think too much, it makes me weak
I crumble to the ground and on my knees
I shed a single tear for memories I know
Are dying.

Am I still living?
Do you know that I’m awake
Or does the past only make
You run further away?

I know you filter out the snow.
The dreams of yesterday
When you mark down on your calendar
News plans penned today

You have the things you always said
That you wanted.
No, needed.
You have the things you thought
Would make you smile.

So are you happy?
Or was it something that you
Already had that you took for granted
Now gone forever

Someday an old lady
Will bring me back to life
Through pictures in her head
And warmth felt long ago

She will crumble to the ground on her knees
And shed a single tear for memories she killed
And know that she stomped a dream.

So I’m alive
Even if only for a moment
In the regrets of a tattered old woman
Whose heart never knew again
The true love she abandoned
In the snow.

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Lonely souls

Heart beat
Eyes blink
A ringing in the soul
Cold feet
Softly
Whisper all alone

Friday
I may
Change my world again
Nothing
Can bring
A smile to lonely souls

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Singing the Blues

I tell
Myself
I lost it all,
Dropped the ball.
So I don’t get
Emptiness
Taking
Everything away from me

I
Might be afraid
To die
That ain’t gonna make
My life
Worth any less.
And I’ll
Be singing the blues
For you.

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Being Sad

Being sad
Doesn’t have to be
The worst thing in the world.
If other people see me
And they know me
And feel the need to show me
I should smile,
It shouldn’t make me mad.

Being sad
Sometimes is needed,
Feeling so defeated
Makes victory taste
Sweeter tomorrow.

Being sad
Feels awful when
There isn’t any end
In sight, and you stay awake
All night, and you wonder what makes
Your life turn around.

Being sad
Is temporary,
As most emotions tend to be.
So I tell myself,
I will be well,
And don’t feel so bad
About being sad
Today.

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