| I was having so much fun with poetry I decided to do a second poetry page!!! |
| Chances Chances, opportunities, what does it all mean? Leaving security for uncertainity Leaving hope for complacency Taking chances, risking bonds On the other hand; Leaving uncertainty for security Leaving complacency for hope Building bonds, making changes There is so much but so little It's easy to loose sight While you are being held, touched, wanted... Loose sight of realism for fantasy Loose sight of fantasy for realism There is so much unspoken of Kept quite and hush But there is so much said touching, holding, caressing No were to run to be alone No where to hide from you It really is a choice Choose to step out Choose to stop Or choose to run......together |
| If you have ever had a friendship border on romance you'll relate to the above poem |
| After the Lights Come on Again We had a celebration; the tast of sweet red wine was on my lips. The darkness of the night crept up behind me, and slowly, like a wolf took me in it's clutches. My body was drained like a sponge deprived of water. We talked and remembered all of the days that had drifted away like a drop of water on a fall leaf floating down the river. Then after an unexplainable stare we fused together as if trying to hold to the sands of the past we knew we could not have anymore. I slept........innocently in your arms and in your life for one night. It was simply unexplainable. When I woke at three A.M. we were facing each other with only enough room to breathe. I could feel the warm moisture of your breath on my lips. Like children playing hide and seek with reality we opened our eyes, smiled, and wrapped even closer and tighter than before. The naiveness of our past childhood held us that night with a motherly instinct in a safe place . But when the sun rose, the wolf returned to it's den and left me torn and mangled, lying in the sun, insecure, empty and alone. |
| Betrayal She followed him in faith, like a puppy determined to learn the will of her master. She wished each night on every start to only hold him one time. She was a parched woman, searching for water after being trapped inside the desert of lonliness. I was her journal, a book in which she wrote every precious emotion, a book in which she trusted. I looked to her so much I became as an old woman who often forgot about her own needs. I stayed under lock and key, in a realm of respect until days ago. Then, as if raised from an ancient tomb my cover was unlocked. My respect was unleashed with the manicle devotion of a mother lion protecting her cubs. Then I hunted around in circles, always starting and stopping in the same place, for the companion she sought in him. I hunted for the twin of his inner being but with depressing fail, found no one. I became impending with his every element. His prescence nurtured me as if I were a wilting flower quenched by a soothing April rain. In an innocent instant, I slept lying in his arms, my head on his chest. We resembled two naive children napping after a hard day of perplexed playtime. All night I held him, not another but him, waking often wondering if he was real, if I was real. I felt as if we were a fantom representation created by a magician trying to splinter my emotions. Then I woke for the morning, my stomach dropped like an elevator falling from the thirteenth floor. I looked to his face and thought of the worldly things she would have given to be where my heart had slept. I thought of Arthur, the eminent King of what seemed to be an imaginary city of paradise, much the same as she, living in her own self constructed utopia. Then of Lancelot, his most trusted knight, and how he betrayed his King for the love of another, much like me. I could see her broken heart in his eyes and feel her broken spirit each time I touched his face. I saw her essence dying from the wound which I had inflicted upon her. I watched her trust in me bleed from her eyes in tears and spread to the floor until she feel from my presence. Then because she was gone from my mind I swallowed my reverance, wrong and sin, then rested a moment to contemplate my undefyingly devious actions. A tear slide slowly down my face like dew for the leaf of a flower. Then I turned from the image inside my head, pressed my cold frightened lips against his warm soothing cheek and wrapped my arms around him again, savoring each moment of my uninvited misgivings as I hung my head in anguish and confusion. |
| Dreaming I drempt a dream a night ago. It touched my heart and teased my soul. Your loving arms slide slowly around my waist until your hands interlocked with mine. I leaned back and you embraced me tighter. You leaned forward and pressed the side of your warm cheek against my face. Then you looked at me and smiled. Your lips tenderly kissed the nape of my neck. People looked with envious eyes and what we had together. They longed to feel the way we felt. But yet so did I, for as I said I drempt a dream a night ago. |
| Lonely What does it mean to be lonely? Does it mean to be in an empty room that is so cold and desolate it feels like a forgotten home perched in the woods, neglected and abandoned by it's creator. Does it mean to be without the one you love while they are away fighting for some adolecent vendeta against the rest of the world. Or does it mean to be standing in a room of people whom you care deeply for , but then you see thier pain to a point in which you feel every tear they wouldn't cry and you cry it for them. Is it coming to the realization that the childhood friends you took forgranted, assuming the illusion of immortality, have already gone away. Or is lonely finally realizing that though you were always alone, you were never really lonely until after the night you spent in somone's arms |