If only they spoke ...
.. Those walls .. If only they spoke ...
To tell about that hidden truth and what really goes around ..
To tell about those secretive screams that never made a sound ..
To tell about those real smiles that yet haven't been found ..
To tell how those lies...
When you look into someone's eyes, you can see everything.
You see emotions and their journey.
Their heartbreaks and their fears.
Their memories, maybe even eternity.
Now, look into my eyes,
And tell me what you see.
Can you see the darkness,
That lives deep within me?
as deep as mortal man's first sin
though sweet it seems, it haunts my dreams,
through passages dark and hallways
dimly lit, no lamp is fit, to help me find.
A stain, a cursed mark, a sign; a brooding fog lies over mind
On surface white, in form so innocent,
In nighttime's sleepless hours my reverie of you takes hold
I place a kiss so gentle as not to stir a sleeping baby on the face that fills my waking hours and haunts my dreams
You alone are my Northern lights, evoking a rainbow of cascading colours, Plumes of light that fill the...
I’m great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing,
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Then I get home, and I take off the mask.
The day, an almost impossible task,
Is finally over, and so I lay Down,
for himself, step on &step up kind of world.
Thats what we are are taught, at the thought our lips become curled.
At first until it hurts, until we see that there is no remorse for the weak.
The concept grows stronger with every lash on the cheek.
Burning through our veins as...
and down our emotions are being twirled around the finger of a sadistic little girl.
Our seems a tad torn where they lay sown, the stuffing now a bit more fragile than before
Motion now a tad tiresome as the given turns to effort so gravely lent.
Broken is beautiful in my...
by surprise,With little hands and little feet,And little mouth and eyes.I couldn’t help but wonderAnd thinking all the while,If what I saw upon her faceCould really be a smile?A fragile sight, a helpless look,And needs she can’t explain.All left for us to calculateIf...
dusty collection of writings
it is that i've come
that are our science
through our days
will be common trinkets
for fools stumbling
within the next
while beauty simply stated...
secrets to be free from this world.
I can not grant you the freedom you deserve.
For i am a mere mortal with limits and concerns.
But i can give you hope of silver droplets and vision obscure.
Take you away for a second in a day.
Show you how your pretty feet used to dance in...
On the platform I watched with fascination the lovers at the station
Lost in tender admiration
I had to turn my gaze away.
For the first time in a long time I missed your smile today.
Living life at a pace, agents to please, speeches to make and deadlines to keep.
The only time...
wound thy withered soul.
My tenacity was to mend thy aching from days of old.
I can not fight the motives, why i have drawn blood.
Cupping thine haunting tears as they emerge like a flood.
Thy appreciations searching mine for answers never to be found.
By sorrow, by dread my...
(Barvo's note - I don't actually write poems. I have no urge and don't read it for pleasure. I wound up in a writing class taught by a poet, so had to write several poems. When I can't do something well, I hide behind humour. Behold the result!)
Ode to a Lost Sock
My heart is as deep as the Hudson River. Its fresh with unpredictable currents. Once a murky barren zone is now the object of a mid summers swim.
My mind is a twisted Christmas peppermint stick. Its stale and forgotten in your grandmothers garage, along with...
Watching it all go by,
No significance to others,
Just a bench warmer.
Used until I'm no longer needed,
My heart is no longer in the game,
I've been gone for quite awhile,
But when will you notice?
I'm not the me I used to be,
Steady as she goes ..fluttering her wings for thee.
Tiny blue eyes with a delicate red beak.
You can barely see her, she only takes peeks.
Stretches her wings to fly, but can't actually move
Beckons for the winds, to silently improve
The willow tree dances in the fragrant...
She cries each night,Never does she show her pain,Always hiding her face,How long can she stay strong?How many more days must she play along,Raw emotion in her eyes,Fear crawling up her spine as she wipes the tears,Looking down at her scars,Looking at her reflection as she hides...
Broken pieces, shattered all around
We heard the sound, when it all hit the ground
Torn pages, in the book of my life
In the pain and strife, seems like a losing fight
Empty spaces, covered in clutter
My heart skips paces, and my words come in stutters
I see the places, where the...
sorry I wasn't good enough
I'm sorry that.....wait why the ******* am I apologizing. You know what I am sorry. Sorry that you gave up on such a prize. I'm a strong woman not a weak little girl. I fight to thrive and survive. I'm sorry you left a woman who's already at the top...
I have to thank God
for me everything seems kind of odd.
my mind is thinking about you.
I know that it can't be us two.
but I know that one day.
it could be tomorrow or even today.
I am starting to feel like my old self.
I dont think about death.
I am optimistic about...
the door swings its motions
the air rushes through
the cycle it seems
But where is
what makes it new?
the people walk past
Below me the ground,
Above me the clouds
so beautiful yet so cruel, so peaceful but full of raging wars. Every smile is led by a frown. In the darkness I see it. I see the peace. But when night turns to day. I’m just another person born upon a grave. Are we not all bid a due with the warm welcome of hello when we...
Flower petals floating down from the mystical skies.
The beauty & elegance of the pieces of a flower as they come to rest on the forever moving earth.
Perfection in the form of a soft delicate petal.
Easily tarnished but capable of such power in astounding beauty love...
The feelings we share I ride like a wave,
The ups the downs the direction they make,
On a magic carpet that we made,
From threads of ourselves,and the pattern we laid
the vessel counts as much as the map,
The carriage awaits for us to step up,
I admit Its scary as it might...
It never rightfully belonged to me
But I wanted it nonetheless,
So when you were distracted and couldn’t see
I took it, I confess.
I thought that it might take a while
For you to realize your mistake,
And though I felt guilty in my guile
I held it close, for love’s sake...
I planted this seed...
watered it with my blood...
tried my best to shine...
my inner light upon it...
so it might prosper...
but as it broke through the soil...
I knew it was fragile...
maybe I sheltered it too much...
perhaps I didn't give it...
as much as I...
I'm sick, and it's a pretty little illness
A prefrontal bacteria that eats away my willingness
To live within the social parenthesis
I'm twisted, sick from this political annilingus.
The jacket that I'm wearing will define my disorder
I'm due to see a professional Visceral...
The girl that died of a heartache passed me in the night whispering memories of youI stood to frightened to move for fear my eyes cast a lightand the darkness she drew like a cape around her shoulders.Her tears fell like jewels on the crushed lovers rulesthat you broke to bring...
shutting out the lights
My thoughts drifting back to our loved filled nights
My soul perished by my own wrongs
Music now a curse, I shuffle threw our songs
You have become a beautiful thorn in my side
Cutting in deeper as my longing becomes a limp in my stride.
Slowly i snuff...
The winds of time erode away
The memories of our past,
Leaving us with shadowy thoughts
That disappear too fast.
And so we cling with all our might
And try to hold them near,
All the things for which we care,
And those that we hold dear.
No matter how much we try to cling...
She lies easy in my arms
This dimly moonlit night
Her body supple to my charms
She moans with such delight
I brush her hair back, find her neck
And kiss her softly there
My lips they trace her gentle curves
They make her arch and swear
While fingers brush and pinch and...
I knew better
I put myself in this position
Just when I think I'm winning
I start losing
This game called love
It's so confusing
A vicious cycle with no conscience
No remorse, I made my choice
I sacrificed my heart
Was torn apart by feelings I let loose
It's a noose...
You are lost
In faded colours of Summer's smile
The world we had now locks me out
I tear and strain in desperate style
You drift away, I scream and shout
My blood dries in the vein
True love just means real pain.
You are lost
Until moonbeams send you from the skies
I have let the light go,But not let the dark in,The pain from withing spreading my fears,You and I,Standing here alone,We are like each other,The pain consuming me,This world is nothing but a dream,A peace of a shattered memory,Here we go,The secrets we never shared,Each time we...
Another night has come and gone and here I sit all alone
wondering what the hell I did wrong
Trying to pick myself up and carry on
Though it's tough when you have been beaten up by life
Lost your will to fight
Trying not to listen to the voices in your head
Fighting against the...
surrounding reality with its own unique voice. Keeping your focus distracted from the on goings of this life. Little spectacles of imagination & words, images, meanings of today's, yesterday's, and tomorrow's constant reminders of little clouds of thought .....
As I lay back down to sleep
to dream of nature's virtue, sweet
to dream of her within my mind,
to dream of once upon a time
to dream the dream of
happy ever afters
to dream once more
of nature's laughter
to know it teases,
and in it's recourse
Roses are dull
violates are dying,
you say we dont care
but yet i am crying.
just fades away,
im left behind
we want you to stay.
In my eyes
im holding back tears,
scared and in pain
from all the past years.
We all care alot
we dont want you to go,
i try and stop you...
Waking up in the morning,
another day dawns,
I rush to my computer,
I flip the cold box on.
As it's familiar sounds start,
Time to pour a cup,
I rush back to sign on,
To see if he's already up.
The "Sign In" is complete,
Today begins anew,
I gesture "Good Morning...
The Kiss... Last of the Mohicans by Trevor Jones)
They built a new runway,
Tarmac for fast tyres departure,
Up, up and away,
Pointed in your direction.
There is an arrival associated
With behaviour like this.
A less than tragic comedy,
path I take
Goes with me too
I can work alone
And think it is fun
To start a task
And see it done
I can sleep alone
For once I'm there
My dreams will take
I can stand alone
And face the fight
I will not run
If I know I'm right
But love alone
I can not do
In the gloam
deep in the forest
where the faeries sleep
There is one who knows
She knows the full measure
of you; the flame your smile kindles
The ache your brown eyes afford with every stroke
And the wake you leave in your leaving.
In the gloam
deep in the forest
the front garden
Mimicking the bumblebees
Skinning my knees
And making mud pies with my sister
We’d laugh and fight and dig
Before they came
And took my family
Took my mother and I
Out into the fields
My mother’s naked skin cold against mine
As she cried and...