another day in my life passes away from me like a dead skin
i have shed part of my life to my past
...
steam seeps through the crack in the doorway
i can hear the sound of the water cutting off
the smell of your bodywash lingers in the air
wrapped only in a towel you come into the room
...
i look back on my life ten years ago
i was a different person then
i had more hope when i was naive
now and then i receive a spark
...
time bends and slows it's breath when you are near
i never held that moment in my hands
...
i've been waiting all of my life
waiting to look into your eyes
waiting to hear your voice
speak my name
...
a rancid taste lingers in my mouth
an acrid smoke coils and curls
a metallic clang deafens
as my fingers slowly unfurl
...
i was once naive
believing in the perfect idea of love
blinded by brilliance
that turned out to be
...
the dream that was once built
on a solid foundation has now
crumbled to dust a fine powder
the wrecking ball creaked wreaked
...
a cavern awaits
for any who enter
the deepest part of me
carnage lies lifeless all around
...
i've hit the highways and byways
shuffling my feet to the tune in my head
searching for my soul, my love, my self
finding that although i am not alone
...
i started writing poetry when i was 14. i had my first poem published in a series of books titled 'the mists of avalon'. i didn't really get into writing until my late teens, but once i started i couldn't stop. i had so much to say. i hope you find inspiration, even in the smallest measurement, from reading my poetry. thank you for your time. enjoy.)
Oh If Only
another day in my life passes away from me like a dead skin
i have shed part of my life to my past
another puzzle piece of abstract art added to the confusion that is me
some days it feels as if i am standing, waiting in line
for something to happen to bring me closer to that ever longed for dream
of love and peaceful joy
some days i wake up disappointed yet again, more waiting
hesitation to the unfamiliar does not exist for me
i embrace change as a mother embraces her newborn babe
i crave what i do not have and never truly had
only for it's promise of happiness
but sometimes promises get broken, shattered
still i let myself go when it's visage appears in the form of an angel
who whispers eternity into my heart and soul
oh if only i could believe
hope lingers, shimmering and fading
truly a shell of it's former self
a constant reminder of the aching emptiness left
by it's previous benefactors
like a beautiful home that someone cherished and then suddenly abandoned
with no clear defintion or reason why
the visage of love becomes old and grating to some souls
who are constantly searching for something new and exciting
always replacing one visage with another
growing complacent with what they thought they wanted
until they found something new
like a favorite toy that is hastily abandoned
by a child that grew up too quickly
but here i sit, broken toy in hand
wondering how it got in such a state of disrepair
hoping to find a way to piece it back together
to have it for just one more day
to turn every moment into that promise of eternity
oh if only.