Tag: poem

The Shine of Your Sun

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My silhouette has faded, the lines have all blurred.
Struggling within, with what may have occurred.

At what point was there a turn that was made?
My shadow eclipsed and now has no shade.

Feels like a prison but though there are no bars that confine me,
yet I serve my own sentence that will forever bind me.

To what makes me the reason? To what makes me the cause?
To what makes me regret that I showed you my flaws.

I know there’ll be a day when you’ll see how come.
Because my shadow will return from the shine of your sun.

My Turn

A constant tiredness reminds me of how far I’ve come, this journey wears on me.

Every day I dream with no idea of when I get to wake up.

Always running towards something I believe doesn’t really exist, tormented with doubt, troubled with expectation.

I get a glimpse sometimes but it obscures quickly because it was never meant for me.

So again I move on as I always have and wait for it to be my turn.

Little Lady

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Little lady, what’s your hurry?
Up the road in such a scurry.

Never you mind,
I will get there on time,
so please, you need not worry.

I’m off to church, my faith to search,
I could do this every day.

So here I go and as you know,
tomorrow I’ll be back this way.

 

That Day

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That day I made my way over to where he stood, a place where our dialogue did not require words.

His leg braced his posture while he watched the shoreline lap, his boat sits on a harbor of illusion until the ripples break away its silhouette.

Our eyes to  the horizon with the evening sky blushing back at us,
We agreed to just watch, agreed to just be there together…

That day.

 

Missing

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I don’t know what it’s like,
Something’s always missing.

The way you used to see me is lost;
Not you, that’s me.

Close sometimes to normal,
Close sometimes to right.

But…only close.

 

The Silence

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I live, I breathe, but only to exist.

My inner voice holding my hand,
The silence from others is loud.

Shouting quiet words to myself.
Whispers catch in the static, going forever unheard.

Life chases my soul to the finish line,
Pieces keep falling away…

catch them.

Familiar Breeze

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As the breeze blows I feel;
I think of you.

A warm breeze, it’s familiar;
The wind is something I remember.

Loved one, gone.
Impossible to lose the memories of
their touch, it’s familiar.

Their embrace is something I remember.

I’m Still Here

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I look like you, I act like you;
although I don’t see you.

I remember us if I think real hard;
Won’t you?

I miss us, the way we were;
Don’t you?

But I’m still here;
You?

 

“Forget Me Never”

(I thought I’d share this poem that was taken from a journal of mine, it was written July 26, 2006.)

Forget Me Never
by Ash

Forget me never;
Forget me not.

Times we loved;
Times we fought.

We walked alone;
We walked together.

Forget me not;
Forget me never.

 

Leave Alone

As I stare at the branches the leaves fall away,
Barely able to hang on, the season won't let them stay;

Their colors deep shades of orange, some the darkest red,
I watched as the wind held you as you fled;

Your journey has ended and you now have to go,
Where will you land, how far will you blow?

The tree can't hold you any longer for autumn is here,
The cold is coming and winter is near;

Life went on while you fell from grace,
Nobody cared that you were displaced;

Laying there damp against the rain-soaked roads,
Scattered in whatever direction the cool breeze chose;

In death there is beauty if we just wait to see,
For in the place of just one fallen, there will someday be three.