| Poetry for the dark days.... | |||||||||||||||||
| Quilt of Love (to my mom) | Daydreams | ||||||||||||||||
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It seems like so long ago But in truth, eighteen years is all It's been. A million light years away Is how far I've tried to be. So many fights, Brought us so far apart. I always feel like you can't understand Me. But in my heart, I know how hard you try. I wish I could patch all the holes, Make this love a quilt. Made up of adventures and struggles, Pain and joy. I wish I could understand you. I try not to blame you But it is so easy. You've given me so much freedom, Listened to all i believe in. Tried to help me Get on my way. I know you try to love me, But I push so hard to get away. I feel strangled. But someday it'll be easier To patch this quilt. So worn and so old, So loved and easy to hold. A love of eternity Keeps the threads together. A heart so distant And yet, So loved. THE CAFE LOVERS I watched a young couple in a cafe the Other day. The were so much in love. He ran his fingers through her dark hair And down her cheeks. She caressed his hand with such tender Love As they stared longingly at each other. They whispered to each other as they Shared a small, lovely kiss. They sensed I was watching and, Embarrassed, I quickly looked back down at the Newspaper I had been reading. I looked back up just in time To catch them, Once again, Kissing. And I watched as a tear slid silently Down His Cheek. |
Sleep. That's all it feels like I do anymore. I dream all day. I count about 1000 sheep. And yet, I wake. I wake because the sun is up and Has been All day. I wake because the birds are up and About, Chirping wildly. I wake because I sleep. When I am not asleep I daydream. Everything seems so surreal, Unrealistic. I try to grasp for that place Somewhere between awake and asleep. That is the place I know best. That is where I retreat to when Everything else is Unfamiliar. That is the place I Daydream. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? The days are too dark, The water too deep. The smiles are fake, The teeth too white. The dark is my ally, My only release. The smile is my mask To hide the despair. So many days I wonder "What's wrong with me?" Telling people "I'm fine" Has become my anthem. I know they can see past all the layers And lies. They're not fooled by the way I avoid their eyes to escape the Exhausting looks. I try to peel away the layers, All to no avail. I claw to escape the lies, But they always pile on my shoulders And slow me down. What's wrong with me? | ||||||||||||||||
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Have I said too much, Or have I said nothing at all? Have I wished upon too many stars? Have I even wished at all? Have I let my fears stand in the way of my dreams? Or were those dreams nothing but fantasies? Have I fallen too deep? Or did I only slip? Have I lied to you, Or only to myself? I'M SORRY You put your hand under my chin And you gently tilt it up. I can see You're concerned. You look into my eyes, And then turn away. A tear falls down your cheek. As I watch it, I can see So clearly How much you fear for me. I try to tell a joke, Make me laugh. All it creates is a Single, lonely tear. So much like me. I finally apologize, But I fear My darkness Has ruined our friendship. I'm sorry, Is all I can say. | |||||||||||||||||
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