I’ve been hiding from my dreams day by day
Just in case they don’t step into my way
But I never know
I am never told
That they could be rotten in the clay
After the nightmare I’m awake
Can’t find any excuses to make
Dig them out underground
To cure my severe wound
I wish to do whatever it would take
To give the reality a strike
why does it happen?
If it a tree drops its leaves,
whom do you blame?
If a spider makes a web,
whom do you blame?
If a fish breathes water,
whom do you blame?
If a bird flies,
whom do you blame?
If a snake shakes its tail,
whom do you blame?
If the ground shakes
whom do you blame?
If the universe expands,
whom do you blame?
If a writer writes,
whom do you blame?
If a painter paints,
whom do you blame?
If a poet writes poetry,
how could you blame?
They can’t do it peacefully.
When we were young in times of stone.
Laws of war were not yet known.
Iron and steel were the laws of the land.
Victory was decided by the strength of your hand.
Hulking warriors grew obsolete.
Gunpowder guaranteed their defeat.
With armies possessing cannon and rifle.
Only luck made certain a warriors survival.
The advents of weapons did not end there.
Soldiers soon found another reason to beware.
Automatic guns would shred a mans flesh.
Iron armor was not battle dress.
On top of that there were chemical attacks.
Leaving men to die and grovel like filthy rats
The worse of the weapons had not come.
A weapon that would cause life to be undone.
The advent of a weapon that contains so much power.
Would be humanity’s dying hour.
If all you need is love
Then what is oxygen
And air?
What is food
And shelter
And safety?
What is security
And education
And support?
You do not need love
But crave it
And want it
But maybe that’s what necessity is.
The sound is deep.
It resonates throughout the room,
The chamber of my heart,
And the corners of my fingers.
The sound is gorgeous.
Irresistible.
It sends shivers down my spine,
Raises my skin,
Flutters my heart.
How I long for it to be closer.
Not across a world
Or a room
But behind me.
Heat seeping to my shirt,
A breath behind my ear,
A whisper.
A whisper of anything:
Everything.
Just to hear that deep sound.
Just to send shiver to my spine,
Send bumps to my skin,
Send flutters to my heart,
Send a longing directly through me.
Your sound is deep.
It resonates throughout the room,
And throughout the chamber of my heart.
February is here, and Valentine’s Day is just around the corner.
The gushy, romantic day for women.
The irritating, stressful day for men.
What is Valentine’s Day?
Some call it a day to express your true love and passion.
Others, more cynically, call it Singles’ Awareness Day.
I think I fall somewhere in the middle of those two extremes.
I’m so not into the lovey dovey shout-my-personal-life-to-the-world thing. But I’m not sulking around thinking, Oh my Ross Turner…I’m gonna be alone forever. Although, I do enjoy the candy part.
I think the Day of Hearts is good for showing your friends and family how much you appreciate them! I suggest dividing up your time, not just spending it all with your inamorato/inamorata.
One major theme of all V-Days is the unrequited love thing.
Oh yes, you ALL know what I’m talking about.
I bet some of you have even written cheesy love poems.
This week, I had to do that for school. I wrote some pretty bad poems. And I mean horrible poems.
I’m no love poet.
But got some inspiration late Wednesday night and wrote my least awful poem yet.
I entered it in our school’s love poetry contest.
Stay tuned, all you lovers, my poem’s coming your way.
It must be so boring!
So dull. So bleak.
To live in a mind
No more than obsolete.
Does it drive you mad?
No madder than me.
To breathe in their air,
But see more than they see?
I thought you were different:
Extraordinary! Unique!
But you’re just like them:
Boring, labeled, not me.
So take a leap of faith
Off a hospital roof!
With you still alive,
They’ll not yet know truth.
You fraud! You fake!
You waste of a genius!
They’ll never understand
While drowning under brilliance.
So jump! Leap!
Wait! Here! I’ll go first.
Because, as falls go,
Reichenbach is worst.
This might sound like a love poem. But it’s not. This is dedicated my former roommate and one of my closest friends. I miss you.
Somewhere
Somewhere far beyond the sea
I know that you are there
Still waiting up for me
On that sun-drenched island cove
Bathed in golden light
Dreaming of your arms
Where once my heart took flight
You held me through the day
Watched the waves crashing on the shore
Our ears rang loud with laughter
Our cheeks were sore with smiles
The moments rife with feeling
Nothing held a speck of guile
Safe and trusting arms
Always open wide
We had no need for fear
No even of riptides
Days full of joyous sunshine
Nights covered in blazing stars
My life was cut by beauty
So deep it left long scars
We never though it’d end
Always thought that we’d have more
The island air so sweet
The days so long and warm
But the day we had to leave
I felt my heart, so torn
Now, not a single day goes by
That you’re not in my heart
No hour leaves me peace
Without tearing me apart
And since I left that island
Since I left your strong embrace
I’ve never seen such beauty
On another person’s face
My love will stay with you
Now and forevermore
That fierce hot flame of summer
Always burning in my core
If I were brave,
I would straddle the tallest cliff-side,
Waver from low to high pride,
And fall just for the view.
If I were brave,
I would light myself on fire,
Let the flames crawl higher and higher,
Until the heat felt like you.
And if I were a lion
Not a mouse, instead,
I would survive every evening
And not cower in my head.
If I kept my eyes open,
With no fumble or flinch,
I would see every moment
Of I life that I miss.
If I were brave…
If I were brave…
If I were brave…
But I’m not.
So I will cower!
And cringe!
And flee from every shadow!
I will cry out!
And miss
The life that others borrow.
Because I am not brave.
I hide from every cliff.
But what if I were brave?
What if, what if, what if.
Hateful, spiteful, repeating
Underneath a persons very skin
Men and women struggle
And it is then that war begins
New information and cultures appear
Illegal feelings and thoughts
The end of life as we know it
Your battle is one quickly lost
Open ones mind and ones thoughts
Verify every fact
Each life can be worth living
Reaching forward, but never back
Creating a false world
Readily defended lies
Up, and up, and up you build
Eventually puncturing the skies
Leave your ignorance, and hate, and carelessness
Take nothing with you at all
You are only as big as your every fear
And even you will eventually fall.
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