Untitled Poetry

September 26, 2009 at 5:09 PM (Poetry)

I wrote this early last week on a whim on Facebook:

Passion of the heart never dies and the soul contains deep recesses of many facets,

but dismayed to show one,

Can adoration drive out the fear?

Can the walls ever disintegrate and open up completely?

Then my friend Carl Miller added to it:

When adoration evolves, it spreads like the wings of the albatross; mighty and wide.

When those ailerons beat, no fortification may be erected high enough to divide,

No matter the penance,

the trepidation and abhorrence.


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July 26, 2009 at 12:28 AM (Poetry)

Thoughtless and listless

confused by a sadness

or is it relief?

Not sure how to feel,

my mind goes back and forth

Am I sad for the good times?

Or am I sad for times that will never be again?

Shall I lie to myself?

Shall I creep in the darkness, fumbling for answers in the dark confines of my soul?

Will I ever know?

Am I beautiful or ugly?

I feel the latter

Not going to change for any soul,

Need to feel beautiful

Haven’t felt beauty in months,

break a mirror

watch it fall into tiny pieces,

then pick up the glass

and maybe put them back together again,

will I then be whole again?

*Originally written September 30th, 2007

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Still Heart

July 26, 2009 at 12:20 AM (Poetry)

My heart has been everywhere,

Trying to find a place,

In a home of someone worthy of my love,

My passion to give my heart has always been taken,

And then thrown back to me in spite,

No one has been able to understand me,

And I wonder if they ever will,

If I ever find that person,

He will be the one to hold my heart still

heart still

*Originally written January 27th, 2009

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