Hurt. Poems

Believe At Least

I’ve run out of things to say to you
I who love how language feels 
Cannot see your thoughts to know,
How to ask what you conceal.

Perfection is fine to a point,
An everlasting urge
but I’d never breathe again,
If I did not share our eternal love.

The exquisite princess of maiden joy
Can sacrifice her honor and her name,
By giving

Poverty of Ideas

If we are the sheep,
then leaders must be shepherds,
guiding us to rest, to water, to fulfillment.
But if they fail—
what is the need to follow them into deserts of despair?

The world is broken not by famine of bread,
but by famine of vision.
Men with poverty of ideas sit in the driver’s seat,
and we wonder why the cart

Time Cures

Time cures most everything
And helps to heal the breaks,
But shortages of resources
Tense and test the zeal,
Creating less of what time makes
And more for it to heal.

Hurricane Of Hurt

This immense pain in my chest
Has my heart is aching and breaking
There's a hurricane of hurt in me
All the pain it is giving I'm taking

With gale force winds of sadness 
Causing swells of tears in my eye
As I'm holding on for dear life
I ask myself the reason why

Why couldn't I love you more
Why was it

HURT LEAVE ITS MARK

Hurt leaves a mark
That's felt deep within 
Your soul which causes
You to serve your felling
From your body which
Keeps you from being
Hurt again

muse

You seem challenging,
Not an easy one.
You are quirky and unusual at the same time.
It isn't easy to read you, 
But effortless to observe.
You're philocalist, charismatic
Strong and brave-hearted
What you are is who I want to be.
It's a secret that I desired to know.

i yearn for my end

sometimes i fantasize about
driving on the highway
going eighty 
and swerving into oncoming traffic
will that make the hurting stop?
walking somewhere 
alone in the dark
and getting cornered by a murderer
will that make the hurting stop?
being home alone 
door bursts open
an intruder with a gun pointed right at me
aimed right at my head
will that make the hurting stop?
the

Take It Back

If I could take it back the bad 
Know that I would do so fast
Retrieve every hurtful word 
Before the hatred was amassed

We would go back to the timel
Our love was perfect and fun
And you'd look at me and smile
Before all of the bad was done

To there never being any fights
When it was happiness and

WE WILL CALL IT LOVE STILL

The heart will beat
to a rhythm blood can’t read
skipping sacred moments
bearing scars of battles past.

If love comes for blood
every kindness hides a snare
the gentle touch a leech
that takes far more than it gives.

Still, we will call it love
for it laughs at our laughter
weaves hope through our silence
clings to compliments like a starving child.

If love comes

Silent Scream

I strive to vanquish transparent
colors staining your true essence.
Your mood is false skewed, running loose,
and our known love is fiction trapped.
My heart insists you must come back.
I wish to leave you, or stay you,
slaying themes you now live each day.
Love now holds my loud, silent scream.

Consumed By Misery

Last night was no different 
I cried myself to sleep again 
I haven't fallen asleep peacefully 
Since cannot remember when

My broken heart it pains me
And I can't keep the tears away 
Maybe my heart will heal soon
But today will not be that day

I'm empty without your love
Im left feeling barren inside 
It's not just a

Listen to the Wind

Stirring the feelings, blessings so gentle, in light
I discover the songs of my dreams, my soul’s belief
Stars fall and memories plead with me at night
Where the last tears I shed for you are such a relief

Listen to the wind as it sings in waves of grace
Mellow notes of bittersweet, swift and praising
Softly, withered threads of

At the Temple’s Gate

The lightning cracked, the sky tore apart,
A jagged scream that rattled my heart.
The wind beat hard, the rain cut like knives,
Yet I felt no fear, no tremor of lives.

My clothes clung wet, my hair stuck to my face,
I wandered aimless through the storm’s embrace.
Somehow, I reached a threshold small and bare,
A temple doorway, though I

Time For Goodbye

Are only 3 years of marriage 
We have both come to know 
We can't continue this anymore 
Its time one of us must go

Understand it's difficult for me 
To be walking out that door 
But it hurts me to stay here
And continue to hurt you more

Know that I truly do love you
But I don't know

Unmade, Fire and Ice lyrics, updated

The demons come out to play, may they fall,  
As they seek their next prey.  
I was trapped on a merry-go-round,  
Lost in salt-trodden earth and pain.

Forgive me
For praying to God for you,
While enemies hid within,
Claiming to be friends.

Salt falls on the stage, as demons sing,  
A Trojan horse births the

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