Still

Still

An open wound wondering the earth
in search of all that I have lost
And things that I have yet to find
Time passes quickly and nothing seems realistic enough in which I can rely
Where do you begin?
All you can think about is him…
A world you were never truly a part of
A scene that never made the final cut
A thought that never flourished to full potential
A world filled with emptiness lacking love and trust
Time passes so quickly and nothing seems the same
And what little you find familiar, vanishes without a trace
You’re a fragment of your former self with a clouded vision
Twisted thoughts and incomplete phrases
Everlasting pain that never goes away

And still…..

Out of all the madness, hurt and betrayel
Out of the broken heart and misguided trail

You still feel love…

Learn Me

Learn me
Must I say words?
Tell you my feelings
Write down my love
Sing it
Play it
Or maybe make it rhyme
Do I really need to tell you every thought that crosses my mind?
Need I say anything at all?
I’d much rather
Feel you
Heal you
Hold you
And show you all that words cannot convey
Can I touch you?
Let me show you
The power of my mind

Invisible Life

What do I have to do?
I’m so very much in love with you
In like with you
In want of you
In need of you
But it’s hard
Being with you in this invisible life
I don’t think twice or hesitate
I might talk too much, but hey that’s just me what can I say?
You tell me to talk to you, but then you push me away
A clear indication you don’t want to hear what I have to say
I tell you too much and you conceal too much
Why has our involvement always been so hush hush
But there’s never a doubt I give you that needs to be erased
I love you under any circumstances
No matter the cause, no matter the case
I’ll risk any chance
And I don’t care who hears
In my world love conquers all
Love has no fears
It’s just you and I
But some things recently have made me question why
Why I’m...

We Didn't order Carryout

It was a meal for just us two
I remember sweet smells
Spicy, exotic, smoldering heat
It was aromatherapy for my soul
It was you it was me
It was sweet... it was steamy... fiery heat
Mouth watering, dripping from in-between
Homemade love
Hot and sweet
Cajun passion boiled and over flowed to perfection
Passing from you to me
Luscious and savory
I remember it well
You had a big appetite
And I had a lot to go around
I remember
You said it was better than any other meal
You could of gotten down town
Eat up!

Your Pen

YOUR PEN
I was thinking really hard
about a way to express
what I want to be to you
and then it came to me
I want to be your pen
funny right?
wanting to be
an inanimate object
but the truth is that
in your hands, a pen is alive
it breathes love
and speaks truth
it embraces life
and exudes passion
I want to be your pen
I want to be what you grab
when you have a strong urge
to purge and speak on
the things that sit in your head
and make you smile or cry
scream or laugh
I want to be what you turn to
when you feel like
there is nowhere else to turn
I want to be the source of your expression
what you hold tightly
to regain or retain your grip on sanity
I want to be your pen
can I be the instrument you use
to write love poems and odes to life
to relive and release the ...