It's been awhile.
*****
I want someone to hold
A heart to kiss my soul
A hand to grasp mine tightly
To keep it warm. Daily. Nightly.
I'm good with being on my own
But it'd be nice to have a home
and someone I can come home to.
And I'm left wondering if it might be you.
*****
Oranges, reds, and violets paint the sky
The clouds roll in, then pass me by
A single star it twinkles there
Alone, I'm waiting in the cold, cold air.
Take my hand and come with me.
Open my heart and help me to see,
all the colors of the quiet night,
and join me as our dreams take flight.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Walls
Author's note: I'm not sure I like this one. Then again, my page does say there will be mixed results. Feel free to let me know what you think.
*****
*****
Walls of stone protected
Safe from being rejected
Impenetrable was the fortress
Impervious to harm
Walls of stone came down
Against the wishes of the crown
Exposed to great duress
Willingly disarmed
Walls are broken now
The king's head slowly bows
His subjects are a mess
He failed them in this test
Safe from being rejected
Impenetrable was the fortress
Impervious to harm
Against the wishes of the crown
Exposed to great duress
Willingly disarmed
The king's head slowly bows
His subjects are a mess
He failed them in this test
Friday, January 4, 2013
Like It
Author's note: I wrote the following awhile ago in the field, after meeting someone whose company I greatly enjoy. After much thought, and letting the little voice have its say, I decided to tell it to shut its yap and let me enjoy this feeling that I thought was gone.
Sometimes, I hate to say, it pays to listen to the little voice. Still, I think it was worth it. And at least I'll always have my old muse.
*****
My heart skips a beat when you are near and my pulse races. I feel my skin grow warm in your presence and I hear myself think, "Is this something new?"
And then "he" reminds me. The voice that knows me best. It reminds me of who I am and what is meant to be.
"No," he says. "No."
It is simple and painful, but it's the truth. And while I feel elation, deep down in my heart, I know that the voice is right.
I am not meant for this. I am not deserving of some of life's little joys: the smell of sweet hair, the touch of a soft hand, the warmth of lips that match up with mine.
I will be alone.
And I will learn to like it.
Sometimes, I hate to say, it pays to listen to the little voice. Still, I think it was worth it. And at least I'll always have my old muse.
*****
My heart skips a beat when you are near and my pulse races. I feel my skin grow warm in your presence and I hear myself think, "Is this something new?"
And then "he" reminds me. The voice that knows me best. It reminds me of who I am and what is meant to be.
"No," he says. "No."
It is simple and painful, but it's the truth. And while I feel elation, deep down in my heart, I know that the voice is right.
I am not meant for this. I am not deserving of some of life's little joys: the smell of sweet hair, the touch of a soft hand, the warmth of lips that match up with mine.
I will be alone.
And I will learn to like it.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Noble Stars
Author's Note: This is a compilation of writings from 12/5 - 12/12, written while I was in the RCA field. I enjoyed writing them (except for "Noble", which woke me up at 05:30 and had to be written down immediately - what a dick), and I hope that you enjoy reading them.
*****
"Star"
Moonlight casts a gentle halo around your head, a small hint of your true nature, glowing in the evening. A million stars smile down upon you and each of them wishes you sweet dreams.
Lost among their shining whispers is my voice, telling you to sleep soundly and with a smile upon your face. For there is nothing in heaven or on earth that compares to the splendor that is you.
And I know that they hold a secret - for when the stars wish you sweet dreams, they really hope that in your slumber you would come and join them, for only then could they say that truly the brightest star was finally among them.
And by your mere presence, somehow, they all would shine just a little bit brighter.
-----
"Whisper"
I barely heard your voice, but the merest whisper was enough. Simply hearing you brought about the image of your smiling face, and though the day was cold my heart grew warm.
The simple sound of your voice is like the springtime, and all that is cold within me melts when you whisper.
-----
"Close My Eyes"
At night I lay down and close my eyes. I smile a silly little smile as I think of you doing the same.
At least we have that much in common.
-----
"Rock"
I will never tell you how I feel because the thought of what I could lose terrifies me. Cowardice makes the prospect of "never was" more appealing than "was" and my lips, like a sprung bear trap, clamp tightly shut when I'm around you.
I'm conflicted. Caught between the rock of fear and the hard place of what could be. If only I spoke up. If only.
-----
"You"
If I were a king, my kingdom would be grey without you.
If I were a rich man my money would be worthless if you weren't there.
If I were a strong man my arms would go weak without you.
But I am just a man. Alone.
Without you.
-----
"Writing"
Sometimes I don't know what I want to write. I start writing anyway to see what might happen. Sometimes, while doing this, you come into my thoughts. When this happens it doesn't matter what I write or if it's even good - I have a smile on my face.
-----
"Care"
Like a firefly in the summer air, you float through life, radiating a beauty and light that is unique and rare. Your bright eyes and childlike smile cannot be captured and put in a jar, for much like the firefly, if they were, they would die.
This writing doesn't make sense. It had a point and I completely lost it. But it's being written as I think of you, so I really don't care.
-----
"Noble"
A princess is loved for her royal birth
A queen because of her rule
*But I love you simply because of your worth
I love you for being you
(*Alternate version has the preceding two lines as follows: "But most women are not born of noble worth/We just love you for being you" - Just an FYI because I couldn't pick between which one I liked better. By the way, the flow of the rest of the poem changes in these next few verses)
No need for fineries, crowns, or jewels to
beautify your face
Your eyes and lips and
the smile you share will
quicken my heart's pace.
Don't cover your face with
a gossamer veil like
a princess of the East
Don't look down your nose
like a Western queen
expecting men to bow at
your feet.
Just be yourself - that much
will do
No need to act elite
For the simple loveliness
of you
will make anyone's heart skip
a beat
*****
"Star"
Moonlight casts a gentle halo around your head, a small hint of your true nature, glowing in the evening. A million stars smile down upon you and each of them wishes you sweet dreams.
Lost among their shining whispers is my voice, telling you to sleep soundly and with a smile upon your face. For there is nothing in heaven or on earth that compares to the splendor that is you.
And I know that they hold a secret - for when the stars wish you sweet dreams, they really hope that in your slumber you would come and join them, for only then could they say that truly the brightest star was finally among them.
And by your mere presence, somehow, they all would shine just a little bit brighter.
-----
"Whisper"
I barely heard your voice, but the merest whisper was enough. Simply hearing you brought about the image of your smiling face, and though the day was cold my heart grew warm.
The simple sound of your voice is like the springtime, and all that is cold within me melts when you whisper.
-----
"Close My Eyes"
At night I lay down and close my eyes. I smile a silly little smile as I think of you doing the same.
At least we have that much in common.
-----
"Rock"
I will never tell you how I feel because the thought of what I could lose terrifies me. Cowardice makes the prospect of "never was" more appealing than "was" and my lips, like a sprung bear trap, clamp tightly shut when I'm around you.
I'm conflicted. Caught between the rock of fear and the hard place of what could be. If only I spoke up. If only.
-----
"You"
If I were a king, my kingdom would be grey without you.
If I were a rich man my money would be worthless if you weren't there.
If I were a strong man my arms would go weak without you.
But I am just a man. Alone.
Without you.
-----
"Writing"
Sometimes I don't know what I want to write. I start writing anyway to see what might happen. Sometimes, while doing this, you come into my thoughts. When this happens it doesn't matter what I write or if it's even good - I have a smile on my face.
-----
"Care"
Like a firefly in the summer air, you float through life, radiating a beauty and light that is unique and rare. Your bright eyes and childlike smile cannot be captured and put in a jar, for much like the firefly, if they were, they would die.
This writing doesn't make sense. It had a point and I completely lost it. But it's being written as I think of you, so I really don't care.
-----
"Noble"
A princess is loved for her royal birth
A queen because of her rule
*But I love you simply because of your worth
I love you for being you
(*Alternate version has the preceding two lines as follows: "But most women are not born of noble worth/We just love you for being you" - Just an FYI because I couldn't pick between which one I liked better. By the way, the flow of the rest of the poem changes in these next few verses)
No need for fineries, crowns, or jewels to
beautify your face
Your eyes and lips and
the smile you share will
quicken my heart's pace.
Don't cover your face with
a gossamer veil like
a princess of the East
Don't look down your nose
like a Western queen
expecting men to bow at
your feet.
Just be yourself - that much
will do
No need to act elite
For the simple loveliness
of you
will make anyone's heart skip
a beat
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Belated
You once said my words meant nothing
I recall, I am aware
But I believe you were
mistaken, my darling
my dear
So pardon my cliches and
my poorly thought rhyme -
I'd like to let me heart
gush
just one last
time
To remember those eyes
more blue than sky and sea
To remember those hips
their gentle sway, their
ease
Fountains of Wayne blaring in
the kitchen while you
bake
snickerdoodle cookies and
red velvet
cake
The lips stained bloody from
an evening of
wine
Those same lips pressed firmly,
fitted perfectly to
mine
Those hands clasped with my
hands always felt
so right
Hands I'll never hold again
after that March
night
How would they look with my
ring I'm never to know
For those hands that I love
were the ones
I
let go.
And for your birthday my love
I've a gift here for you
I let go of those hands
I'll let go of you
too.
Always I will love you
though it came to an
end
And I will always
always cherish you
my love
my
best friend
I recall, I am aware
But I believe you were
mistaken, my darling
my dear
So pardon my cliches and
my poorly thought rhyme -
I'd like to let me heart
gush
just one last
time
To remember those eyes
more blue than sky and sea
To remember those hips
their gentle sway, their
ease
Fountains of Wayne blaring in
the kitchen while you
bake
snickerdoodle cookies and
red velvet
cake
The lips stained bloody from
an evening of
wine
Those same lips pressed firmly,
fitted perfectly to
mine
Those hands clasped with my
hands always felt
so right
Hands I'll never hold again
after that March
night
How would they look with my
ring I'm never to know
For those hands that I love
were the ones
I
let go.
And for your birthday my love
I've a gift here for you
I let go of those hands
I'll let go of you
too.
Always I will love you
though it came to an
end
And I will always
always cherish you
my love
my
best friend
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Kindred
The firelight tickles her little bare toes and casts shadowy phantoms across her ivory visage. She smiles and laughs during deep conversation that I cannot hope,
in my feeble grasp of humanity,
to comprehend.
I am not a stupid man, and yet I feel a fool in her presence. I can't help but wonder if she even notices me. For who am I? No one. What am I? Just another suitor? No.
For a suitor would make the effort,
and I am frozen in time.
A time when I mattered to someone. Someone who is a phantom. A ghost. A memory. And in my frozen state I am lost to life. Lost to the possibility of a new love. But truth will show through, and I see now that I
am not lost.
Merely a coward.
Afraid to let go. Afraid to reach out to one who might be a kindred spirit, but one who
does not fear. She loves. Life.
And I am too afraid to let go and fall
in love
again.
in my feeble grasp of humanity,
to comprehend.
I am not a stupid man, and yet I feel a fool in her presence. I can't help but wonder if she even notices me. For who am I? No one. What am I? Just another suitor? No.
For a suitor would make the effort,
and I am frozen in time.
A time when I mattered to someone. Someone who is a phantom. A ghost. A memory. And in my frozen state I am lost to life. Lost to the possibility of a new love. But truth will show through, and I see now that I
am not lost.
Merely a coward.
Afraid to let go. Afraid to reach out to one who might be a kindred spirit, but one who
does not fear. She loves. Life.
And I am too afraid to let go and fall
in love
again.
Child of...
With the wonder of a child she sees the world, and
her bright smile makes angels feel glad
to be alive.
Through simple acts she shows the inherent kindness
that resides within her: a laugh at a bad joke, a pat on
the shoulder, tea.
While others may do such things, they fail to do so with
such aplomb - were He not her creator, God Himself might envy
her simple, loving manner and her clear love
of life and the world
in which she resides.
The sun, moon, and stars pale in comparison to
the splendor of her pure soul,
and the ease with which she carries
her beauty.
No painting or photograph can capture it,
and words, my words,
are simply
not
enough.
her bright smile makes angels feel glad
to be alive.
Through simple acts she shows the inherent kindness
that resides within her: a laugh at a bad joke, a pat on
the shoulder, tea.
While others may do such things, they fail to do so with
such aplomb - were He not her creator, God Himself might envy
her simple, loving manner and her clear love
of life and the world
in which she resides.
The sun, moon, and stars pale in comparison to
the splendor of her pure soul,
and the ease with which she carries
her beauty.
No painting or photograph can capture it,
and words, my words,
are simply
not
enough.
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