Category: poem

poem

memorium

I didn’t cry
the day my grandfather died
I held back tears
succumbed to my fears
and I just hid away

you know a man so great
just went so late
they took him without pain
they sent him all the same
I still miss him time again

just a lick and a promise
an old college try
all he asked of me
so I did my best
put aside my lack of strength
bite my tongue
and hoped it’d go great

they told me he would be proud
of where I was and how I had found
true love
happiness
all of the good above
but I knew he wouldn’t care
he’d just want to take it in
just stare

cause the world is a place
that has sin and disgrace
but there’s the few bits of light we find
and I hope that’s where he went
when he took the time to sit
and admire everything around

yeah I guess it might sound sad
and I’m sure things can get bad
but at least I knew him
till the last bit of time
the last breath 

hearts ago

you never told me.
your mouth stayed shut.
not even a whisper of a plea.
the pain stayed in your gut.

you waited till now.
but it was three hearts ago.
you should have known how.
it was partly my fault though.

i was in my own little world.
it worked for me.
but as it furiously twirled,
it kept me free.

you were far away.
planet unknown.
to my dismay,
my heart was on post-pone.

i looked at you then.
saw what i wanted.
merely a friend.
somewhat unwanted.

it struck me down to see you now.
changed, misplaced, unhappy.
i keep on asking why and how.
but there’s no long play- its quick & snappy.

the real question is-you or me.
a blame on both sides.
who was really the one who was free.
is it still pain we feel inside?

now you are away.
not planets-so to say.
maybe that’s how it should stay.
with me not thinking about you everyday.

i’ll stay on my planet.
you can live on yours.
until our names are etched in granite,
or we run into each other behind closed doors-

remember the greatest feeling in the world and know it’s not ours.

omitted

a small recess
under my ribcage
shoulders tight
arms stiff
fingertips numb

no persistent beat
slight hum in my ears
foggy eyes
dry mouth
smell of decay

warmth in my soul
cold surroundings
manic mind
subdued motion
momentarily.

chrono

it truly is a shame to repeat
that time is and always will be
an object of which we will never
have control.

i always find that when my eyes
are open taking it all in
that time slows down to display
lifes beauty.

however, when i close my eyes
time decides to gain momentum
taking no mercy on the experiences
i’ll miss.

when i do get a chance
to look at the beauty around me
to longingly admire it
i cherish.

epoch

with so few minutes left in the day, will you waste your breath in anxious jargon?
do you just cast your eyes to something more appealing then what you witnessed last?
how many memories of the past run through your eyes when you could look anew?
will you grip your hands tight in anger, knowing you can’t stop time?

you might do any one of these things, but friend – fear not.
you will live to see the next.
just remember that fateful day,
when it is your last,
to waste it not,
but to embrace it.