love is a funny thing ,
I know for years I been writing poetry and hiding elements of myself that no one knows. not even
knowing if my heart could open up to anyone. this page is a collection of my
writing , I don't put it here for anyone but me. its kind of a reflection thing.
I know the one thing that sticks in my mind is a stranger from Knoxville who
stole my heart with a really nice kiss. I never in years that I can remember
kissed someone who put a smile on my face so long that I wake up thinking about
it. hmmm, what a nice way to wake up. in any event, I hope that feeling
comes across one day even if I never see this person again which is a possibility.
more to come in the future. whether from a past experience or dream, or
more.
#1
this poem is about Lost love ......
Thinking. Can't stop thinking.
Think of you. This. That. That Life. That day.
That dream was mine.
A utopian dream.
Your aura; struck me like lightning to a tree.
Pointy, like a star, you shone.
So bright, yet not shining as a star would,
But as apparent as white chalk on a blackboard.
You would not show off like a star.
Yet you did burn so hot, so fiercely, so explosively -
you were a star in my eyes.
But like all stars, you died.
That gas was gone.
No pull between us.
The atmosphere was dry
and I began to choke.
I was taken from my star - like a child being taken from its poor,
drunken mother - I did not know what was happening.
Dazed. Confused. Without true reality, I there sat.
Wondering.
The end of my world had only just begun, with yours beginning. |
#2
Nothing is more beautiful than a snowy winter day.
Somehow just watching the snow drift down seems to melt my fears away..
The world is buried under a fluffy blanket of white a sprinkle of dust makes it
feel just right..
That sparkles and glistens as it reflects the light, silver shiny sparkles all
through the night...
Although the air is frosty and cold the romance takes it out of control with
lovely snow flakes falling, and soft music playing brings a mellow feeling back
to life..
Our hearts are warmed by the sight we behold making the night feel crisp and
cold..
I could sit for hours just watching the view holding you tight and sitting next
to you..
But what I would really like to do is cuddle by a soft warm candle light and
look at the falling snow that would make feel Oh so right..