Wow
Never new that ppl can do the positions in which they have been given
Driven am I by this astonishment
Things can be so so hard to get
But with persistence n a spirit of never uffing quit will bend the whims of the chaotical nymphs
Prodigal yet knowledgeable
N old paths reopen
N old mind sets try to begin
Cut it off before the start
Move on before the scab is closing the heart
In the back of my mind it stills creeps to the front but this is moving forward not quite yet moving on
Sleep will catch up
Dreams will wake up
Serene with pastures of green that knowingly ain't so much
Will be soft as is but never to tuff
Climbing out
Yes
Hard work
Nothing handed with my luck
It's ok its appreciated much much
more
Hold on
Becuz a new wave is coming to boggie board
......Peace
No one else would notice
The little things he saw
An old letter
Or the romance books
He refused to throw away
It was these things
Kept as reminders
To an old heart
From a young time
Sort of like waking up
On a frosty
Snow filled morning
You don’t have to see them
To know they were here
Just look on the ground
And see the deer prints
In the snow
Waiting for Love
Standing in my backyard
There's an old oak tree
Our names are still engraved in it
Wish you were here with me
I remember when we fell in love
And all the fun we had
The summer that we spent alone
When we both had it bad
I wonder if you wonder 'bout me
I wonder where you are
I wonder if you found your dreams
I believe you are a star
Hopes and dreams are all we have
I hope they all come true
I hope we all find happiness
Before our lives are through
Back when we were standing
Beneath that old oak tree
I told you I would love you
For all of eternity
But you said sorry honey
We have grown so far apart
There’ll always be a special place
For you inside my heart
I wonder if you wonder 'bout me
I wonder where you are
I wonder if you found your dreams
I believe you are a star
Hopes and dreams are all we have
I hope they all come true
I hope we all find happiness
Before our lives are through
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
Nine Months
Not nine and a half
Still hurting
Broken heart
Nine Weeks
Not nine and a half
Too old for that
Too old by half
Nine Days
Not nine and a half
Still counting
I know it's daft
Nine Minutes
Not nine and a half
Tears flowed
To, fro and aft
Nine seconds
Not nine and a half
Writing these words
And now its past.
Fire rekindle as the old ashes are still burning
The flame in ones soul ignites
The soul awakens as there is a new yearning
In your own world was born a new light
Overflowing passion with ones mind interacting
All your thoughts and memories seemingly far away
The past experiences present counteracting
The love, your love wishes to keep it at bay
Remaining focused and still yet no resolve
Tighten your grip on your own reality
The mixture of your absurd fantasies dissolved
Free yourself from this passion insanity
Wherever you go, you always here their name
That spark, a small spark which was your old flame
Seeing that old guitar
hanging on the wall,
a reminder of love
to many it was known;
guitar was always
in perfect tune
when it plays the song
of two hearts in bloom
Seeing that old guitar
hanging on the wall,
a memory of love
that was bound to fall;
when guitar played
a different melody
and broken tears
blended in its harmony
Seeing that old guitar
hanging on the wall,
could it still play
that familiar song;
guitar in solitude
many years has passed
still remain untouched
by then knowing hands
It was by chance our paths had crossed
that cold December day;
a love I might have had, but lost,
the one that slipped away.
I reached to kiss a ruddy cheek,
his old endearing smile;
the sight of him had turned me weak,
though only for a while.
The words he spoke I can't recall,
our spark had gone astray;
for in the past we'd said it all,
so much to my dismay.
He claimed, one day, he'd like to meet,
though he would never call;
the weatherman predicted sleet,
but tears began to fall.
Good seeing you again, old friend,
then said he could not stay;
I felt the blister of the wind
and watched him walk away.
A heart that had begun to thaw,
then started to refreeze;
I drew my overcoat in awe
of winter's frigid breeze.
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