Here you will find my own original works of poetry.
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Lost
I have been searching for where I belong…
Lost in the spaces inbetween, I am distracted by the thoughts of you and me.
Never knowing which way to turn, a settled place is for what I yearn…
Stay or go I shall not know…For I am looking for where I belong.
On Top of the World
I know it was not a dream… it all felt too real.
There I was, on top of the world.
I had all that a person could dream of and more.
Then one day, suddenly it seemed, out of no where… it was practically taken away.
As I came to, I tried to find clues as to where the storm had come from…
Begged for answers that still have not come…
Now I hang, with only the shred of a dream… a memory I am sure… of the way that it used to be…
My heart still aches for what once was… breaking more each day that it goes without…
My mind spins and screams and shouts… lost, confused, discarded and scared…
I feel the sun sting my eyes… the tears oh how the pour…
My eyes strain to focus on the path that lays before me… covered in branches and leaves that are tattered and torn.
I hold my breath, still the shakes… for if I take that step… to which place will it take.
I know not if that path leads me back to the dream that I once had… or to a new reality… one that I do not want…
I try to hide my tears… and pretend to be strong…
I still am not sure of what exactly went wrong.
Do I take that step, is the path true… will it lead me back… back to me and you?
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Words
Is there truth in what you say? For so long I have believed that there was…
Each word, every passing phrase… carried its weight with me in gold.
Infecting me with such joy…filling me with such pride…
That same voice… that is often so tender and warm… can cut with the coldest of ice.
I yearn to feel that warmth again… hear those words that were so true…
I am not sure what to believe… are your words in fact true?
Do you mean what you say… is the truth in your words or in the actions that you think I do not see…
I know, yes I know, there are things that you hide from me.
The voice that was once so true… gave warmth and light and love… the guiding light on a stormy night…
Now I am surrounded by waves that overwhelm me and take me over… the storm does not seem to want to pass…
I strain to hear… possibly even imagine it so… that the words that were once so loving will be calling me home soon.
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