My_Poetry9

Fish I tell you. Oh wait no that's poetry.

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Only Hurt

I can't express the sorrow I feel.
I tried to help
and only hurt you more.

I have never mastered the art
of relationships
or words
or humans.
Better would it be
if I sat alone in my room.

Never a burdon to you.
Never a burdon at all,
quiet as a mouse
or better yet as still
as a corpse.

For in silence,
I cannot hurt
yet perhaps even there I can.
Alone I sit and ponder this
and alone I fear I will stay
for I only hurt.

The End

I see it come near
the end I fear.
I run,
I hide,
I argue,
I beg.

Nothing works
for I know it is here.
The end which I fear.
So many dodges before
to fail now.

I thought I was doing well.
I thought we were fine
but with my careless tongue
I started the first splinters
in our friendship.

I hope I can fix it
and save this
because your to much to me
for me to lose you.

You Are Here

The sun shines,
the birds sing
because you are here
with me.

Never will the sky fade
or the day end
because you are here,
here with me.

I used to long for the sun,
the beautiful warm sun.
Now I have no worries,
no cares,
no fears
because you are here.

It's wonderful,
when you are here.

Rain

Quiet falling
never loud
the gentle pitter patter.

Close to the sound
of a heart,
a heart in love.

Gentle,
rythmic,
soothing.

The beautiful sound of rain.
Rain all around.

Can You Tell Me Why?

Can you tell me why?
Why the birds sing
and the sun shines,
when your here?

Can you tell me why?
Why the clouds clear
and the moon appear,
when your here?

Can you tell me why?
Colors seem brighter
and the day shorter,
when you are here?

Can you tell me why?
Why my heart skips a beat
and I catch my breath,
when you are here?

Can you tell me why?
Why I am suddenly happy
and joyous without cause,
when you are here?

Can you tell me why?
Why my worries and fears melt away,
when you are here?

Can you tell me why?
I can tell yo why!
Why -- because I love you.

Wanna Go Home?

Wanna Go Back?

Still More...

Silence

Silence is golden
or so they say.
Yet silence is the end
when sadness comes our way.

Why hold your tongue
when things need to be said.
Proper etiquette the rich would say.
Proper etiquette or your truth
which to be remembered for.

So silence is not golden
or is it yet.
To talk, to think, to fear
the end
which is silence.

So how can it be golden
and yet so wrong.

Is silence golden
or is it death?
Will we ever know
which to choose?
Or will we just stumble
our way through Silence.