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The Frozen Pond
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It was late, the bar was closing;
We shared philosophies of life.
There was just something about her;
She cut thru me like a knife.
I spoke about the one thing,
I had hidden all these years.
I was just a child then;
(My eyes filled up with tears).
My friend told me about a place;
We walked there just to see.
It was a frozen pond in springtime;
A place we shouldn't be.
She listened to my story,
And put her hand on mine.
I stumbled with my words;
They got caught up in the wine.
The ice broke all around him,
The picture never goes away.
I had his hand and tried to save him,
But I saw there was no way.
The ice broke closer to me;
I tried for quite awhile.
In the end I couldn't save him;
Now I'm left without a smile.
She put her arm around me;
She knew just what to say.
"It's time you saved yourself,
If you want to find your way".
"There are things we'll never understand,
The world's made that way".
She looked into my eyes;
She knew just what to say.
"Some people get a second chance"
She whispered with a smile
"We need to make the best of things,
And go that extra mile".
"Guilt is so relentlessf,
It can destroy our very soul,
We need to overcome it,
So it doesn't take it's toll.
Her arm was still around me;
She kissed me on the cheek.
I think about her often,
In the times I'm feeling weak.
We shared philosophies of life.
There was just something about her;
She cut thru me like a knife.
I spoke about the one thing,
I had hidden all these years.
I was just a child then;
(My eyes filled up with tears).
My friend told me about a place;
We walked there just to see.
It was a frozen pond in springtime;
A place we shouldn't be.
She listened to my story,
And put her hand on mine.
I stumbled with my words;
They got caught up in the wine.
The ice broke all around him,
The picture never goes away.
I had his hand and tried to save him,
But I saw there was no way.
The ice broke closer to me;
I tried for quite awhile.
In the end I couldn't save him;
Now I'm left without a smile.
She put her arm around me;
She knew just what to say.
"It's time you saved yourself,
If you want to find your way".
"There are things we'll never understand,
The world's made that way".
She looked into my eyes;
She knew just what to say.
"Some people get a second chance"
She whispered with a smile
"We need to make the best of things,
And go that extra mile".
"Guilt is so relentlessf,
It can destroy our very soul,
We need to overcome it,
So it doesn't take it's toll.
Her arm was still around me;
She kissed me on the cheek.
I think about her often,
In the times I'm feeling weak.
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It began a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.
No wait, I think that’s Star Wars. Meh, maybe I should try being less sarcastic next time. It’s kind of a thing with me, seeing as I don’t really get a lot of visitors. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I was telling you about how it all started. How I ended up in this strange situation that you see before you.
Actually, I haven’t even described the scene to you, have I? Well…imagine if you will, a burning ball of nuclear fusion better known to the inhabitants of Earth as the Sun. It’s big, bright and on it’s surface you have yours truly dancing away.
Into the Stars
she could peer through the stars,
sifting through the sublime and ephemeral
the shifting of the cosmos
was the heart's blood of her existence;
when the void was filled with the tears of her past,
she would empty it, filling it once more with love
because the moon was not as cold as it seemed
the stars not as far away as portrayed,
life not as overwhelming as it could be.
With the Stars Tonight
I wanted to be angry,
When he took you away;
I was crying when I asked him why,
He wouldn't let you stay.
But death's not a cruel and spiteful black,
He's a cold, uncaring gray.
I was sitting by your bedside,
Our hearts in perfect sync,
You tried so hard to stay with me;
You tried too hard I think.
Because life's not a strong, determined red,
It's a sickly, fragile pink.
Our friends are getting worried,
But they haven't even seen;
I never cry when they mention you,
Never let it show, I mean.
My pain's not a burning, choking orange,
It's a pale, uncertain green.
We used to watch the stars and sit,
by their softly glowing light;
Now I'm sitt
what does it take to kill a part of me?
if i burnt my identity into my skin,
would you still love me?
there's a fine line between shivering
[and shattering]
from the flittering fingers of the wind or
the dark depths of my mind telling me the truth.
[will you tell me the truth?]
i'm becoming constricted inside
this cage,
this weight,
this -
i'm trapped inside of myself.
the key slipped between the gaps of one thought
and the next - dissolving into darkness.
[i'm reaching for it
but i'm afraid i'll dissolve along with it.]
i'm stuck halfway between
wanting to be perfect and wishing i could just
release my he
am i glitching or is this just me?
have i lost my words or have i lost myself?
[is there really a difference?]
was there ever anything to lose in the first place.
everything is chewed and spat out. everything is repeated. everything
is a broken record. i am a broken record. i am
fading.
if you cannot connect with people,
can you connect with writing?
humanity is the heartbeat of writing and yet -
i am a ghost.
intangible, tangible, it makes no difference.
this distance is too far.
[i am too far.]
Missing Mildred
At your funeral I cried with grief.
The sadness of no more days spent
in the grace of your company;
of not feeling your warm embrace.
At your funeral I wept with regrets
The regrets of not having seen
you one last time to say goodbye;
of not knowing you more fully.
By your ethereal side I wait until my
time comes to walk beside you again.
Knowing that the future will unite us,
holds my broken heart together.
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