I am not sorry…
… because I love you
In a world so beautiful,
Vast,
Yet this heart for one
We will never be
And I am not sad…
… because I can’t have you
In my world so small,
Unknown
Yet this heart satisfied,
I am glad I got to love
Chasing love
Let faith fail
Love at last is a reach by the fingertips…
I am blinded by the light…
… from the sun,
and you shine bright into my eyes…
… On a ” whisky” morning
A treacherous woman
married to her alluring glows,
But her wines bring cold to my soul…
… from within
I wish to forget
A face I haven’t known
But my mind lingers on your silhouettes
Like a cloud of smoke
I will never take form
To stand by you
Let the clock run out
Ash and roses
If I knew the man I would become
Never would I,
Never would I have asked for your heart
But claws deep
Torn from the bone
The words to say I am sorry
Only heavy to carry…
along to our graves
Could the heavens forgive you and I?
Or in this hell shall we crossover..
… to a world the same
Where we hate who we are
Not to be
The clock set apart
She, the sun
And I, the moon
Of the stars
How to be?
But a nothingness
We are fading out
A truest heart
Could it be a fantasy?
This aching
What if we are never to love?
talking to myself
You’re so pathetic!
So annoying!
Yes!
Pathetic and annoying!
Pathetic and annoying!
Pathetic and annoying!
I should check the door
Yes!
Check the door
The door
The door
The door
I did check the door
Pathetic and annoying,
Check the door dammit!
I am rich
this path,
been too long, often rough
who, being loved, is poor?
The heartaches, the memories,
The cravings, the madness
I see your face in the clouds
The air i breath,
tastes like the essence of your soul
You are life,
and I am loved
So they ask?
I am rich
can’t love no more
Lost my heart on the road
Seen the merry and the filth
The faces of a thousand beautiful souls
Like smoke,
Lose their form until what was is no more
This love
The kind that we wish to keep
Only got a cup full to give
Hope you settle within your heart
That it is fills it’s walls
Seen the world
“I hope he doesn’t watch from the grave.”
The world has been
I stare in an empty glass
trying to forgive my yesterday
Been stumbling on a path
with no directions to become a good man
Who is a good man?
Our truest desires,
This world is not nice enough to give hand downs
I have only wanted to be better than he was
I have not known the man
His face is a shade of blur kept in the attic
I was six then
I am 28
The flit of time only speaks louder
I will not be cool anymore
I will be an old man
I would hate to be the stupid old man
I hope I will be that nice old guy
seated in the corner of a train
smiling at young love,
and whatever idiotic stuff the navie would be doing then
“I want to live a little longer.
One day more perhaps”
Young adult
I don’t wanna die and wake up in the afterlife.
This life,
It could have meant nothing
Potato heads
One’s own existence
A meaning to life
Just another potato head
Crushed on a highway to a place nowhere
Unordinary was a fool’s tune
Playing on sunset radio,
He really died too early
PoetR 