Tag: original photography

me
looking at u
as u walk away
presenting my
brightest
amongst the decay

u will turn around
u will turn around
u will see

look
look
look
at me

this is
my smile

i found it
for u

please  look

new nightmares
in an age old dream

a joyous shout
becomes a scream

a scream of terror
a scream of pain
a cry of anguish

lonesome
alone
uncertain
what is causing
this feeling

that leaves you on
the bedroom floor
kneeling

offering prayers
is all one can do

yet, something is
stopping them
from getting through

you see through
your tears,
no one answers
your prayers

yes, it must be true,
they are not
getting through

and they never have…

in the time it takes
to realize
the limits of my senses

in silent rooms
of compromise
we speak in present tenses

losing all connection
to a past
that was uncertain

a gaze is cast
through the pain
of adolescence’s curtain

clinging
clinging

though the past
I cannot see,
it still
clings to me.

we could look
but never find

all the things
we left behind

but there is an intersection
where the merging takes place
commingling molecules
journey off into space

there to drift
amongst the stars

a healing leaving
only scars

reminders of things
we left
behind

i was chasing your essence
somewhere out
on the edge of a dream
slipping through cracks
of altered reality
into spaces where
once you had been

I follow the sound
of discordant heartstrings
searching for a melody
that goes beyond tomorrow

racing across
the barren landscape
of my heart

she
used to like
to
hold me
on cold
Winter nights,
“neath
Christmas tree
lights

‘til the realization
began to unfold

I was not easy
to hold

but still,
she used to
like
to
hold
me.

that
was
nice

before the time
of our demise,
we lived in shallow places.

where the pain
of heartache lies
between the frozen spaces.

that once held hope,
fervent desire.
the seeds of love in bloom.

the embers that
could build a fire
that would inundate our room.

before the time
of our demise,
before we failed to learn,

below the surface
of our lies,
a fire
cannot burn.

We grew together,
you and I.
when the soft, sweet scent
of Spring was in the air.

You,
resplendent in petals,
me
with a full head of hair.

The horizon was just
a step in our journey.

A place that held
the secrets of life,
secrets we longed
to embrace.

And then one day,
you lost your crown,
all your petals
had fallen down.

And somehow I
had lost my hair.
yet, that horizon
was still sitting there.

with it’s secrets.
secrets we
would never embrace

as the cold hand of
Winter
had taken it’s place.

I weep for thee,
for what might have been.
ah, my love,
you were a beauty…

taken
stolen
not free
to give
unable to
take
what you
need to live

time works
its magic
against all belief
stealing life
freely given
like a common thief

the ticking clock
the second hand
pass, though
we don’t understand

what is lost
will not be found

as lifes carousel
spins freely
around