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Passing Time

From all outward appearances
I have let go of your bittersweet point.
If only the inside shone through
Past the masks I wear in my daily facade.
My eyes hold a truth that view recognize.
A desire to be known and loved.
A hope that somehow someone will fill this void.
You do not call anymore, you send no word.
To you I am your past, and that means nothing.
You always moved onward to something new,
Never to look back.
Where as I, am trapped in an unrelenting maelstrom
Of emotion and past memories. That haunt me.
These words, meant for you, the one I hold dear,
The one I love with every thing I possess in my heart.
They shall never be read.
Not by you.
As the years continue onward, I will always look back.
I will regret losing you. Even if it was not I
Who turned away. But it was I who let you go.
But I never let go of you. So, why did you let go of me?

I have let go of your bittersweet point

My eyes hold a truth that view recognize.

Daydreams

Roll along with the waves of today
And wash up on the shores of yesterday
A sun is setting over the palm
Never has the sea been this calm.
A plate of glass reflecting the sun
Over head clouds drift, the day is done.
Sailing boats and a trip to Mars
Across the world and into the stars.
Where everything is daffodils and honeycomb
Whoever said you can never go home?
Off to a world of make believe
And see all of the dreams that we can weave.

Children dancing with gingerbread men
No more of, that was then.
Letâs just have a world of the past glories
And witness once more those bedtime stories.
Just sit back and watch the clouds sail by
In this world of candy trees and buttermilk sky.
A world of wonders we hold dear
In desperate times of pain and fear.
Take my hand and come with me
Weâll make sand-angels by the sea.
Donât ever let them tell you to grow up
Because adulthood is a bitter cup.
Just remember the childhood things
And all the joys that it brings.


**This is an older poem. I've decided to start posting some of my work I do off site, mostly older pieces, so that any who read this can note the changes in my style.

Depth

Sinking fast
Breathless
Heart racing
Everything
Pacing
Pacing
Onward
Downward
You can't
Breahthe.
You fell
Too deep
This time.

:O
I really like the structure of the last one. The short lines made it feel like I couldn't take a breath. 8D

i love Depth!! you made a great point TackyCrazyTNT about the short lines. i have some poems of my own but i wish they were as good as yours!

I Dream of the Sea

A heart upon a stranded strand of sand.
Lies open to the touch of twilit sky.
Soft whispers kept well in hand.
A touch of lips; our last kiss goodbye.

Lord and Lady

Upon my right hand lies a sword
Bathed in the blood of those who
Stood in my path.
To my left rests the Lady.
She who holds the sceptre of this throne.
The Lord who cuts and the Lady who heals.
We are Tragedy and Joy.

The first person to give Lord and Lady a proper review earns a cookie.

What a coincidence. I was just reading it. :P

I'm not entirely sure what you consider a proper review, so even if I do badly, do I get half a cookie?
I do like the simplicity of it. It reads well, and I love how you personified (is that right?) Tragedy and Joy into the Lord and Lady. If there's one thing I would change (because I know how you love criticism :P) is the second to last line. It's really good, but it's not as good as the other ones. DX

Until Tomorrow (Lyrics)

Verse 1

He would give anything just to
See her smile one more time.
But it's too late as she drives away,
Tail-lights burnin' down the street.

He said, "I need a friend
'Cause I'm all alone again.
And I don't think I will make
Through the night.

Chorus

Because you said
You were the one to turn to
And the to help me up
When I'm down again.

Without you here
I don't think I'll last long,
But I'll try to be strong
Until tomorrow comes.

Verse 2

He walked inside and started drinkin'.
If only to stop himself from thinkin'
Of all those memories he had
When him and her were just glad
They had a hand to hold.

And as the bottle of whiskey was downed
He stumbled upstairs half drowned
To the desk, where kept his best
Of all the words he wrote.

Chorus

Because you said
You were the one to turn to
And the to help me up
When I'm down again.

Without you here
I don't think I'll last long,
But I'll try to be strong
Until tomorrow comes.

Verse 3

Well he didn't last for too long
By the end of the month he was long gone.
With an empty bottle, and a gun
He wrote his final run...

He said, "I need a friend
'Cause I'm all alone again.
And I don't think I will make
Through the night.

Chorus

Because you said
You were the one to turn to
And the to help me up
When I'm down again.

Without you here
I don't think I'll last long,
But I'll try to be strong
Until tomorrow comes.

Soul

I never tried to be
The man you saw.
Wavering, unsteady.
It's how things fell out.
I wanted to be
The man you were supposed to see.
Steadfast, unwavering.

You took your time;
I hurried up.
Drawing my pretty lines.
Day by day. In and out.
We drifted. I grasped.
Coward, I.
Fearful of voices
Filled with a hate filled past.

I never admitted
To being any less
Than who I already was.
I never admitted
To being any more
Than who I already am.
What did you expect?
I'm not perfect
And, neither are you.

So take your time.
I'll hurry up.
Drawing my pretty lines
Day by day. In and out.
Maybe I'll succeed this time.
Cut this bond of you and I.
Maybe I'll escape
And draw a perfect little cage.
And lock away all my fears and tears.
For once, finding peace.

Ahhhhhhhhhh the lyrics are freaking amazing.
Not from different stand point, but a writers and music lovers standpoint they are awesome.

Soul....
Leaves me wondering. A good wondering, but nonetheless... wondering. Kind of hopelessly hopeful...

Ahhhhhhhhhh the lyrics are freaking amazing.
Not from different stand point, but a writers and music lovers standpoint they are awesome.

Midnight Tides

Liquid night speak to me.
Whisper your secret heart
As I wander upon this shoreline,
Trapped within memory.
The dew kiss of the stars o'erhead
Draw the sand around my bare toes.
Like cool kisses from a lover,
Half forgotten in wayward dreams.
Softly does this win blow,
Seductively does the water lap,
Beckoning. Testing my will.
And the night moves on.
The night moves on...