Friday, February 24, 2006

Dawn

you wish you knew
if what you hoped was true
if he wants to have
what you want so bad
you won't say a word
even though i think it's absurd
you just sit there and wait
whatever it might take

trapped

my life is in a little box
sitting beside my bed
if i could open it i would
but the lid is filled with lead

senses

what i want
i cannot have
what i see
i cannot touch
what i smell
i cannot love
what i taste
i do not want

Forever

and forever
was just a moment ago
and forever was here all along
and once you let go of forever
time is not alone
and in forever lies
the key to all the worlds
and when forever is mine
i'll cherish it as my own
and when my hand
holds forever in its palm
i'll stop and wonder why
forever seemed so far away
and now it's in today
and forever is here
its been here all along
the words and smiles
of forever
are written in a song
they're displayed on people's faces
when they're happy and
feeling strong
felt within yourself
when you find where you belong
the stolen moments were there
and held for all of time
and in the end you'll know
they never were behind
just caught between the worlds
of yours and ours and mine
and once you find the start
forever is always ever
forever in your heart

listen

Feeling Lonely
Going Crazy
Dreams Shattered
Seeing Hazy
Life goes On
Holding back Tears
Wandering By
Keeping in Fears

Caught

An entangled web is the web we weave
But beyond the glittering shiny silk
Lies a mess of twigs and leaves
What sorrow shall be
When the world around you changes
What mind will blossom
When others fall
What thing falls prey
To a bright and shiny day
And yet never steps out to the light?
The soul cannot sing when tied and bound
But still the earth turns round and round

The definition of love:

Constantly
surrendering
the fibre
of your being
and giving away
in small
amounts
the essence
of your
soul

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Eostara

you can almost see the sap
flowing through the veins of the maple
it's fingers ever skyward reaching
towards the rays of the sun

you can almost hear
the whisper of spring
through the soft breeze of
melting snow and the shriek of robbins

you can almost feel
the seeds opening, the ground
rich with potential
the sky clear with hope

you can almost wish
for a second, that you were
connected. that the spring was coming
growing through you

and under watchful eye we
stare into the greyness of
a march morning
looking for repair

inspiration

And it all gets washed away
Like sand under bluish water
And it never stays the same
Like rain on Sunday morning
And I never cared so much
Then I did at this moment
Cause I never hurt so much
Like sand under bluish water

feelings

Disillusionment
the one thing that will hurt
every time

Fear
the one thing that will shatter
your confidence

Hatred
the one thing that shows
how muchyou care

Love
the one thing that wont
go away

Confidence
the one thing that can change
everything

Secrecy
the one thing that will haunt you
forever

Poetry

Poetry, to me, is a way to express feelings. It is a way to help deal with stress or problems, to bring to light unknown thoughts. Hopefully, it inspires others as well.