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Soulless Windows

Soulless Windows

On the rain wet pavement I stand
The cold memory chills my heart
In the third floor window no glass
Just soulless boarded grey eyes  
No laughter reverberate the walls
or children’s chatter to lighten air
disturbing unknown neighbours
The scent of your love lingers on 
interwoven with cloying sad decay 
Walls remain but you are long gone
to a new life somewhere far away
not reachable to my inner self
That you are lost makes me bitter
but I understand why you had to go
Why did you not take my memories
that force  me unbidden to return 
to this cold rain splattered street
You are still in our empty apartment


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The Moon Is Ours

As the rain gently falls and the world grows dark,
I am engulfed with memories that shelter my heart.
Memories so real, their pain so true,
I close my eyes and I am there with you.

The way that we laughed, the life that we shared,
when the scent of forever filled the air.
With hearts on our sleeves, to each other we held,
there was nothing more sacred than the way we felt.

Each kiss, each touch left a yearning desire,
in your eyes, there raged an endless fire.
A fire that burned solely for us,
a lifetime together still wasn't enough.

With head held low in trembling hands,
the lightning reveals the shell of a man.
Regrets like a fog, they cloud my mind,
I would die for the chances that have been left behind.

Behind on a path littered with lies,
as the thunder explodes, I look to the sky.
A sky filled with darkness, turmoil and grief,
the rain hides the tears that fall from my cheeks.

If only I would have listened and simply took heed,
I would not be here now haunted with need.
I would be there with you, the way we had planned,
instead of alone with my heart in my hands.

Heart in my hands and tears in my eyes,
to the heavens, I plead and utter a cry.
A cry for forgiveness that somehow you will hear,
never before had I held someone so dear.

That for life and always, no ,matter how far,
I will remember forever that the moon is ours.

Interwoven Thoughts

Under the rainy sky 
I walk with watery eye
I wet my self in tears
The only one I cry
My heart is something
Different now
Urging me to fly
Manipulating my 
Brains
For the feelings that I write
Into the rain I smile now
The rain, to me, the wind brought
As I walk the lonely, rain filled road
As I’m trying to wear off and write a word
About the inter woven thoughts


Learn To Say Goodbye

The sidewalk crumbles beneath the weight of digging hands
Hands that are trying to find a meaning in something that has no such
And in the mist we can only see what we want to see because we are only ourselves
If only things could be a certain way; the way that is always pictured
Sad to say that the picture is not framed, but withered and torn at the corners
And sometimes, it’s only best to say goodbye and throw it away

Although it is not wanted, it will always be because life is disordered and hypocritical
No one helps with the fight, but only the distress and rage
It only takes so much to look inside and find what you have forgotten about
All one need’s is the courage and power
Not time
Not desperation
Not reason
Can you hear it? If only life were as simple as the sound of rain
No worries
No fear
No loneliness
Can you hear it?
Listen
Listen to the rain
To life

But the rain always brings out the worms, when the rain is gone
They shrivel up and dry out
Maybe they can’t find their way back to the dirt
Or perhaps they would like to end it too
And the wind sweeps me off my feet, just the way you wish you could do
But you sweep nothing but the dirt off the floor
In the end we were still alone
Still left to cry unheard by anyone
We were still left
Still alone
Sometimes you have to understand why others say goodbye

No one shows up to the movie of our lives
Only because the marquee misspelled our names
Our faces go unnoticed, unfamiliar
Even to the mirror
Yet we still play the film
Where I want to be the damsel in distress
And you the hero, with the happy ending
But we have to remember…it is only fiction
My dear, prepare to sink
So don’t hold your breath for long
Because we’ve been going down all this time
Don’t look so surprised
It was only to be expected that this time would come
Sweetheart, it’s time for me to go
This is a good time for you to learn how to say goodbye
And keep it in mind

February 18, 2009-November 24, 2009

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