I’ve been pondering for a while on whether to post some of my poetry here. I finally decided…. why not?
Some is old, some is more recent.Foolish To wait for a touch is foolish To expect the love Unwise. Yet I die for a while If you don’t smile And I love you more and more. To push the progress is Not right. To wait for the call Insane Yet when your eyes Look deep into mine I melt And fall into your arms again. Straight Down from the Beginning I see anxiety Wanton fear Asking me for the Next answer The way Out is Understandable To me now; Should I Use It to Climb the wall Inside my head Dropping to a new level Excited to be Out Running from Instant Numbing Succumbing Anxiety Now I see The way to say Yes. Liar’s Song The frustration and the anger, All piled up within The hurting and the waiting Still crying, let me in. Lost inside the life I built I falter and I fold Afraid to move, Afraid to stand Left standing in the cold I’ve done this dance I’ve sung the song I’ve written every line But the screams go on Within my head I’m fine, I’mfine, I’M FINE. Liar. To the One that Got Away Lying in the darkness And thinking of your face The first time I said goodbye That memory I can’t erase My thoughts are fog That tangled mess I hurt us both back then I confess I ran in fear I ran for years But always looking back I wish like hell I could go there through time But I never caught the knack I’ve tried so hard to make it right To the one that got away And now I just look crazy But then again, I was always A little insane, I’m kinda funny that way.
Sometimes it’s happy, and bounces along like a balloon, joyful and light.
Sometimes, it’s sad, and creeps along through the shadows, weighing heavily on all that have to live through it.
And sometimes, it’s angry, sharp and full of pointy bits… scraping open old wounds, exposing rawness of emotion to the light and air.
But no matter what, it’s always about emotion. The emotion of the poet at the time of creation. And so, it’s an honest, deep-from-within expression, even when it’s not well written. It’s still, at least, a true, bone-deep gaze into the heart of the writer.
If you’d like to read more of my own personal poetry, I keep it on the Brea’s Spirit blog, more often than not – which you can find in my “Homepages” on the blogroll.