Tag: poems
Lonely Heart
It barely even beats.
Doesn’t matter though, now.
Given this heart…
only to stare at strangers,
thinking that for a life’s blink,
that stranger could have been you.
I tired of being wrong.
No One Cares About Superman
I’ve saved the day… so many
with a cape that’s now tattered and torn
bullets are starting to pierce me
with an ego that is badly worn
I do not wear any more disguises
for there’s no glory I ever sought to claim
people still pass on by me
and take no notice of this hero’s pain
go on and send up your beacon
these wounds are barely healed
from the kryptonite of being forgotten
a power that strongly wields
no one cares about Superman
does he hurt, bleed, or even cry
only, until one day needs saving
and he no longer wants to fly
Dark Fantasy
Oh, beautiful moon, why do you tease me?
With fantasy, I know is not real.
Darkness always has another plan for me,
where light can never celebrate.
I dare not chase away the loneliness,
for the night will expose my weakness.
I have no prayer to use,
don’t lie and tell me there’s fate.
Go…just go, and leave me,
drift away into tomorrow.
Maybe I’ll open my eyes when it’s over,
and see if the sun still cares.
Whispers From You
A lull from the hillside early morn,
like a whisper from you.
I stood in the chill…
…with a tear reminder,
of what I’ve lost.
Sweep me up,
walk with me through the valley,
take me to the mountain tops.
I am brisk, I am alive…for now.
Whisper some more to me,
until the mutters grow so faint.
I know the cold will still return,
only, wait until it’s the final breeze.
Journal Entry # 108 – My Wounds, My Words
A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains. – Criss Jami
A Mermaid’s Lullaby
A hill where a mermaid danced,
lay marked by a single stone.
Tales left to imagine,
on the night when the harbour’s alone.
The land once rose above her,
to be the brand new sky.
She screams from beneath the ocean,
but no one hears her cry.
Come dance again dear lady,
I feel your song, a boy.
Help me free your spirit,
from this fishermen’s lullaby.
I Can Tell its Home!
grant me that yesterday tomorrow
I want to run again in November rain
taste once more, those raindrops
pinch me because I’m alive
let me feel it to the bone
that day…
I wore the fog home
seagulls bicker
over drenched catch laid in blood
but that day, no matter
t’was Mother Nature’s chore
all backdrops to my soul
my lungs, they catch up
though heartbeats have no pace
one listen to the ocean
one breath to the shore
I can tell it’s home
Drown Me
I can no longer hold my breath.
I rather drown, then wade in false hope.
You’ve given me every emotion I’m capable of,
I’ve fallen hard, so many times.
How do I keep going? How am I still just suppose?
I shout and shout, forgive me,
across this universe
…only to be a ghost.
You’re not me,
no you’re not.
You still can’t say…
…father.
Moonlight to Morning
Earth To Ash 