Time

as the winds whistle through the screens
and the voices bounce from wall to wall
my mind drifts far between
wandering and roaming and waiting its time
for peace and love to enter its life
but time passes by
and leaves us behind
telling us to hold on hope
since love will find us one day soon
it's sure of this it tells us too
that we deserve nothing less
yet lies surround and swirl about
containing hope and all desires
holding them captive and deep within
far above on falling stars
keeping us from holding on
to the ones we once knew we had
that we had let go of in hope of more
through time we waited and desired
until now as we are left
with none

Trapped

surrounded by Darkness
walls moving in
closer
and closer
inch by inch
each inhalation
drawing them in
pulling them closer
On top of you
until stopping
is all you can
do
to survive
No breaths
closed eyes
darkness Envelopes you
and finally
there is nothing left

Passing the Past (Old Found Poem)

you were once there
right by my side
the way you said
you always would be

but you lied
in the blink
of an eye
without even a glance behind

you're long gone
only around in hauntings
leaving me
questioning

what's real
who's real
and if anyone really means it
when they say
they'll be there

My Angel

your voice resonated in a song
every time you spoke
the words chimed together
creating an atmosphere
some can only imagine experiencing

your rosy cheeks and broad grin
brightened the room
even on the darkest days
and we all wish
we could see it right now

photographs don't capture
your essence
enough to make it okay
but your impact on me
is one more powerful than most

I can remember your smile
your numerous fragrances that
wafted through the room.
I can remember the anecdotes
and the incessant laughter that filled the room
whenever you were there

you made everything better
and nothing will ever be the same
but I know you're out there. I know you're
not gone. Because you can't be.
Because wonderful things don't leave.

you will never be gone
because the Irises bloom every spring
and your pictures will sway in the cross breeze
and you changed my life
and believed in me.

You're my angel.
like the glass trinkets
throughout your house.
The ones I always wished
to play with.

You're the angel I'll hold near
forever
because your smile
will forever brighten my heart.

No Looking Back

sometimes I stand by
watching, staring, gazing
wondering if you ever notice
the pain in my eyes

passing by me
you look straight through
as if all I am
is a web of lies

the screams within
go unspoken
the words I speak
go unnoticed

the falling rain
envelopes me
drowning me
trying to make me forget

taking it all away
the pain and the glares
the screams and the stares
and me

One With The Wind

sometimes it sounds nice
the idea
the image
of the utopia

disappearing
no one caring
no one aware
of the pain that once was

sometimes it sounds nice
the idea
to blend in
and just disappear

R.I.P.

I know something has changed
but I don't want to admit it

I don't want to believe it
but I know it's the truth

I hope you are happy
and I'll always remember
how strong you stayed through it all

your hand against mine
always full of love and strength
just like you

I'm sorry I wasn't there in the end
but I know you know how I feel

nothing will be the same without
you here
but that's okay
because you know I'll carry you everywhere

The Surface Doesn't Mean A Thing

the feeling wells up
within me
only anger
can surface
anger at the hand
I've been dealt
anger that I
can't understand
– no one can understand
as well as
the pain
within
that screams out
in an attempt
to control
and destroy
hopes,
dreams,
hard work –
and the person
I emphasize
...until it's gone.

Short-Term Instead

you once understood me

down to the slightest

crease in my flesh

but if this is true,

then how is it possible

that you now,

don't know me at all?

you pushed me behind

as if under a bus

to hold together your past

when holding onto us

went to the back burner.

you moved forward

and that's fine

but you forgot

and for that, I can

not.

Choke

it rises
surrounding us,
enveloping us,
as if lifeless,
careless –
it's only desire for the world
is to make us all choke

whether it be losing loved ones
whom have been enveloped,
or for the surrounding
sensation of ourselves

but no matter how it's
looked upon
it's merely a metaphor of
death:
rising all around us,
until it replaces the sky
with its dark entity.

Solitude

sometimes i just need my past

to not feel

like the past

I just want to relive

some of what I was

forced

to leave behind

I want to know it still

exists

and hasn't been forgotten

I want to know

it had some meaning

to someone else but me

I need to know

that you remember

because I don't know if I can

alone