Poetry

I'm going to start posting my poetry apart from my short stories. Enjoy this post recent piece that came from a very personal place, but that I'm happy to share. Thanks!

Drift

Take me back
To the good ol' days
When things were simple
And we'd laugh and play
And spend our days
Dreaming of Adventure

Somewhere far away. 

Not a care in the world

When you were my brightest pearl,

My most treasured friend 

Until it all came to an end, 

A sudden halt, 

A brutal death.

It fell away and we grew apart
Now I walk around with a broken heart,
Pretending I'm okay
And all I can stand to say is
Honey, I'm just
F ooled so many times when
I nside you were screaming
N ow ashes are all thats left
E vermore full of anger and hatred.

I watch fond memories burn
In the fires of misunderstanding
And a little girl sits on the pavement
Crying
For you.
But you're not there.
But please believe
No matter what
You were there
Once.
And I celebrate
While I mourn
As life goes on
Without you.

Sonnet I, or Perpetual Night Owl

Below the silver crest upon the sky,
When sleep becomes a distant light of hope,
Despite how ponderous become my eyes,
Helpless am I to find some means to cope. 


Made of stardust and comets, my mind is
Rife with sundry thoughts and active delight.
Sun and stars, equal parts of time bought, ‘tis
Locked in fierce battle for endless love rites   


The ceaseless ticking of hands do beguile;
The past is present and the present past.
My future self is working all the while,
And at night, the morrow comes far too fast. 


Night gives way to clear skies that eulogize
And so I lay my head at the sunrise.

Sonnet II, or Welcomed Light

With a crescent moon shining high above,

My mind begins to wander aimlessly.

I think back on old, long forgotten love,

Back when my heart was broken mercilessly. 



The stars wink down like shiny, ancient tears, 

Just like the ones that once rolled down my cheeks, 

When he, without any shame, guilt or fear,

With three words made my world backwards and bleak. 



My soul turned to the inky black of night,

My cries howled like the wind that shakes the trees, 

And just when all seemed lost, with great delight

You walked through my door like an easy breeze. 



O dear songbird, I know not if you'll stay.

But I ask you: turn my nights into day.