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| Rejection 94 Buried deep inside Longest time not realizing Finally in tragedy found. Realness and sadness. Wish had not exhumed. May find it. Hidden deep, deep down. Will slip up, know it. Rejection will follow. Closer and closer. Until burn resumes. And no longer care. Death 94 Come quickly Take away Are gone completely, To the eye. Is soul floating aimlessly Or gone, Gone unto awayness. Loveless 94 I will remain That way until the day That I remember. The long forgotten. Time. When it ravaged through me. Fields 94 Through the fields Around time Passing awhile Floating through love Wheat blows Wind rustles The sun glows orange. Red and purple behind. Looking out across To see the face Of everbearing Readiness In the fields Of Life. The First Time 94 Talking with Amad Glance upward, Only to see Piercingness glancing back, Shake it away Until the last The last pulls you in Suddenly jerked, And into the blaze Comes the revelation. Never again See the piercingness Look into it. Search for the answer. Cannot believe it. Time gone fast To never again, Glance that way Only true death. The Breeze 94 Up the stairs Through the garden Into bed chamber Can still feel it. Can still smell it. The taste in mouth. Running does not quench. Undying thirst has given. The breeze wisps away. To be forever marred. By the end of it. Forget not Dream along. Remember always. Forget not. I Believe 94 I believe that the look, In the eyes. When in them, if by Chance you drown Unto it. That you will believe Also, Looks undregarding No matter. More important things Are better. Fright 94 Something happens Upsetting Realize care a lot Scared for them. Salt water drips. Realizing is odd. Stomach jumps. Heart the same Until everything Is better Minds eye. Never finds out. Thinks it always Wish for the truth. Gazing 94 Gazing, peering Into soul Look up See gaze Wonder, watching Try to decide Know not Hurt not. Or do Waiting and gazing. Wishful 94 Feeling that Wanting also Look into the face Smile breaks Always. Not so frightful May tell Or may tell me Whichever comes first. Stay wishful. May I? If I feel it right, May I? If it comes along, May I? If mine breaks, May I? Cry. |
Remain 94 Forever I remain Abound in it Never to find Another Old times New times Sad times Shared. Care not. Believe UN Must be Told you so. Miss 94 For a few minutes Feel a loss Wish not to If only could see. I wish I could touch. Just to realize That I would Miss eternally. Even Though 94 Even if I may starve Passing fancy Go away I will always remember The way The caring way Tender way Loving way Innocence was. I may grow old. Yet never forget. I may become Yet always in. My mind The way. Measure 94 If I knew the true measure Of all it’s worth Then let my mind Be older than I am For I do And do not. My Love 94 Everyday I see my love Every night in dreams It comes I realize my love in different ways. Yet he knows not, through the haze. I pretend always around. But in my heart Love doth abound. I find little secrets to pass along. And little hints do I give. Yet he has not told And I want to, or else I may not live. Poem 94 I Dream, Hope, And Pray That someday He may say He loves me too. A Feeling 94 The heat seeps through The warmth around. And I feel a certain sense In my mind I feel insane. I wish with my heart And hope with it too. Horror 94 Leave it to Your imagination. Worse things Grow, Up there Than in you eyes. Only Real 94 I may not have thought Love for many But only real Is now. Sometimes I was sure But only care Is now. Through all these Others I waded. Yet in now Is only real. Truth 94 Let the truth be told Say it out loud. If you weren’t so afraid You might get it out. But when is the right time? Alone would be the best. You could handle that. Even if the answer, Was no hurt. Caring 94 Hurt… Sick… Sad… Would always ask the matter. Not asil. So why the guilt you query? Maybe it’s the feeling of fright. Fright that you’ll Do more losing than gaining That day. Years 94 All the waiting, it would come. And would push it away. A feeling Pretend it’s not there. Forget it. All the year’s waiting. Fearing Is it your imagination, or real? The vole, do you feel it? To afraid to ask. Maybe he will Or I will. Never know. |
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