February 2012
35 posts
“I exist in a dark place, where is the door out.” -jM”
– Mine
(minus one)
This world is cruel, in that we will never have what we want, for it does not want us. A felling of absence, absence of self worth. I am truly worthless, If I am not worth a chance.
“…and if I had to wait for a thousand years, my dear, then I’d say...”
– An original of mine
Pulse
The heart is cruel, the heart is deceitful, the heart is gullible and the heart is blind to reason. May it be signification that you are living but only the ticking metronome that let’s you know your still here.
The heart is cruel, the heart is deceitful, the heart is gullible and the heart is a blind to reason. May it be signification that you are living but only the ticking metronome that let’s you know your still here.
The drugs don’t work
They just make you worse
But I know I’ll see your face again
“You have no heart
But when you left
You left with mine
And it will always...”
In bloom each day, I walk with the breeze in a graceful sway
I’m open and waiting each moment
Endlessly waiting…I’m still here
I am the flower, passed by the bee
I’d spend forever loving you
If you would only love me
Stay
There is nothing I would rather do
Nowhere I would rather be
Here, this moment, liminal time, we
No longer alone
Not drifting at sea
Safe harbors, between rocky shores
In a place for you to stay
Stay, stay with me
Realize
So tired
Got hope, desire
Even though it’s hard to forget
What you can’t afford now
Chasing all your thoughts
You’ll be alright in time
“Blessed are those who cannot remember, for they live a life without regret....”
– jM
“I can only hope one day to write something worth remembering.”
– jM
Forever
For a broken heart wants for your warm embrace, once I ran the world but I lost the race. Persistence counts in loves patient pace, for its you that I am willing to chase. And if I had to wait one thousand years my dear, then I’d say I’ll see you there.
Venom
I am the venom that runs through your veins, that drives you to madness and makes you insane. You love me for I’m an addiction, I’m a classical work and stranger than fiction.
Again
I’m sure one day on the street
Our paths will cross
One day, before we see the end
Our lives may change
But we’ll be the same
And again when I meet you
I will greet you
With “hello…my old friend”
Liminal time
Is it any wonder
That we remain in a blunder
Reaching for the sky
But we remain under
One day I will touch your face
One I’ll get out of this place
One day I’ll remember
That which I have forgot
And seek the world
That I once sought
Weak
Every time I see you
The thought of how much I loved you
Crosses my mind
So now I walk
With my head down
Forcing myself
To be blind
War and Peace
I have no hate in me, only hope for those who undermine my compassion as alternate motives, my friendship as selfish ambition and my kindness as a fallacy. Hope that one day you will not write others off before you read them.
“And everything that we feel must be known, must remain unknown in order for us...”
– jM
This ones for you (poetry)
Do not be defeated by failure, never rained on when you could not touch the sky, true failure is in failing-failing to ever try. -jM
