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Ice. Ice. Frigid. Ice.
As I sit beside you I long to shatter this transparant yet so immovable substance from between us.
Time is ticking. Ice is melting.
Oh how I wish to take your hand to escape into the fictional woods.
There we shall restore our childhood that had been tainted by the separation of our roots.
I stare at you through the ice, memorizing your every outline.
Sitting close, yet so far apart.
Just when we are able to communicate once more, we come to the realization that it’s too late.
Ripped from our haven, I am forced to leave you, raw, for a second time.
I look back to see your face for the last time.
Shipped off to the new world, I am human cargo.
One year, two years, three years pass, yet I am not greeted with the satisfaction of seeing you again.
Though I search for your existence, to make solid that you are truly alive, I am left in the ocean of doubt.
Now here I am, widowed at heart, writing this mourning poem that provokes my sore emptiness to flare.
I shall see you again, if it’s the last thing I do, but when will that glorious day arrive?
Please, I beg of your ghostly presence that it won’t be in the Lord’s kingdom.
I miss you so, but our next meeting will be devastating.
For I know what’s to come, the vicious cycle that we both dread will repeat.
And with it will come:
Ice. Ice. Frigid. Ice.
The Art of Losing Myself
I am lost.
Swimming in the murky waters of my thoughts
Drowning out my senses, drowning out my visions
I look through the telescope, into my future
And see nothing.
Do I have a future?
Is this a sign?
My past, so dark.
My present, so light.
My future, so unconceivable.
The delicacy of each individual memory slipping away from my fingers,
Disintegrating as it touches my dreams
Reality diminishing as I walk into my comforting passions
Reality soon to be unknown
Reality soon to be dead.
No skills, no stability.
No stability, no solidity.
No solidity, no life.
Grasp me, hold me tight,
As I lose myself within me.
Look, bring me back, attempt to free me.
As I cross the river, don’t wail for my return.
After one try, leave me in peace,
So piece by piece I’ll get lost once more,
Piece by piece,
Shard by shard,
Wisp by wisp,
And I will be lost.
You want to talk to him, but you don’t want to be annoying.
Is like I love you, but I can’t be with you.
They say the good girls are the apples at the top of the tree.
Eventually, a guy determined enough to risk his safety will go for the top apples.
Well, not all stories go like that.
Hey, apples have lives and feelings too.
Some notice the guy, and fall for them, right into their hands.
The guy now has two options: they can keep the apple as a precious gift, or throw it on the ground, bruising its red skin.
In both stories one has to take the risk; whether it’s the guy or the apple.
But the guy has to choose wisely in the second scenario: they also said that apples only fall once.
Come Home by Faith Hill
Hello World, hope you’re listening
Forgive me if I’m young, for speaking out of turn
There’s someone I’ve been missing, and I think that they could be,
The better half of me..
They’re in the wrong place, trying to make it right
But I’m tired of justifying
So I say to you, come home, come home
‘Cause I’ve been waiting for you, for so long, so long
Right now there’s a war between the vanities, but all I see is you and me
The fight for you is all I’ve ever known
Come home
I get lost in the beauty, of everything I see
The world ain’t half as bad, as they paint it to be
When all the sons, all the daughters
Stopped to take it in,
Then the hate subsides, and the love can begin
It might start now, but maybe I’m just dreaming aloud
So I say to you, come home, come home
‘Cause I’ve been waiting for you, for so long, so long
Right now there’s a war between the vanities, but all I see is you and me
The fight for you is all I’ve ever known, ever known,
Come home
Everything I can’t be, is everything you should be,
That’s why I need you here
Everything I can’t be, is everything you should be,
That’s why I need you here
But until then, come home, come home
‘Cause I’ve been waiting for you, for so long, so long
Right now there’s a war between the vanities, but all I see is you and me
The fight for you is all I’ve ever known, ever known
Come home,
Come home…
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