Wednesday, April 29, 2009

UNTAMED

I do not know you well,
but what I knowEnchants me,
like a song sung far away.
I cannot hear the words,
but what they say
Hangs softly on the hills where I must go.

I see you furtively and note your eyes,
Hazel and dreamy, your spirit half elsewhere;
I note the sheen of your dark, lustrous hair
And wish I knew your thoughts and shared your cries.

This love brings me sweet pain,
but I want more,
Driven by a dream I can't control.
I want the truth of you,
untamed and whole;
In frantic hope I haunt your open door.

YOU HAUNT ME

I do not want this poem to go too deep.
It's premature, and love's too far away.
But there are things I feel the need to say
Rather than more days of silence keep.

I hope for you it's not too great a leap
To hear me talking to you in this way.
My fears sometimes my sentiments betray,
Telling me to put my thoughts to sleep.

Ever since we met I've thought of you
As something more than just a passing friend.
You seem so charming, like a melody
That haunts me with the wisp of something true.

You haunt me still, and so I won't pretend:
I tell you this that you might think of me.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

FRIENDS(HIP)

I don't understand what happened to us
Or why you have turned away.

Of course you are free to do as you like,
But first I have something to say.

To me it had seemed we could go on forever,
So close were our hearts, and at ease,
So much did we share, yet the words never faltered,
So I thought as time did as it pleased.

Whatever I did that has made you unhappy,
Or am that is not to your taste,
Or would be were I to return to your graces,
Or won't be if I am replaced:
I want you to know that your friendship is something
I treasure, and would not now end.

If you would be willing to turn to embrace me,
You'd find in me still a good friend.

DECODE

Eighty-six must be our secret number
To say we are in love among a crowd.

We are one whenever we're together,
Though we daren't mention it out loud.

We giggle at the same idea unspoken
And smile in simultaneous disdain,
Existing in a single cell unbroken,
Two nuclei alike in joy and pain.

Outwardly we are just closest friends
Because we do not wish to cause distress.

But when we're grown, the fairy tale ends
As we come out in more authentic dress.

Meanwhile we're ourselves in secrecy,
Our silence merely adding to our glee.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

THE QUARTER-LIFE CRISIS

You can call it the "Quarter-life Crisis"...

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like.

You start feeling insecure and wonder where you willbe in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones

.What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere but that they are as confused as you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantlyadding things to your list of what is acceptableand what isn't.

One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life.

You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better.

Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person.

One-night-stands and random hook ups start tolook cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.

You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the sametopics because you cannot seem to make a decision.

You worry about the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender! Sad but true.

We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out...

Friday, April 17, 2009

LETTING GO

I know I must have hurt you,
caused you pain.
More, I know that I have lost your trust.
I wish I had that moment back again
To pulverize my carelessness and lust.

Sometimes we have to lose
what we most cherish
to understand how much we are in need.
We play with life until we nearly perish
o dare the darkness, though within we bleed.

I need you as the sun must have a rose
To turn its empty radiance to glory,
Or as a nation needs someone who knows
The secrets of its long-forgotten story.

I know my need of you more than before;
Thus for my trespass you may trust me more...

IF ONLY I CAN TURN BACK THE HANDS OF TIME

I find my happiness in loving you.

Though my love is not returned, I don't mind waiting.
The woods are a cathedral where I prayFor the beauty
and grace that lie within my heart.

You hold me and we kiss, and yet not yet Is there the unity that love must crave?

You want me, but not as I want you:

This truth is like a wreckage on my sea.
There's no one else I hunger for,

nor touch that makes me feel I must take off my skin;
And so I'll wait as years pile up like leaves,
And long with the lonely patience of the moon...