I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. I am also into writing poetry. Come along for the ride.

My Life a Wasted Dream

I will wait for the moment,

the right time,

I know I have been here for far too long,

yet, again,

I do discover all this envy,

what have I done.


The right song,

a correct fleeting memory,

a chance to say hello again,

a wonder of imagination,

I could have easily just said no

and forgotten completely about anyone

anything or anyway brought me to this place,

yet, I am suddenly right back inside



So here we go …

I once stood inside your life,

the two of us, together, our dreams,

meant one another would be together

to share the beauty, that luxury of love,

the piece we seem to think

we are supposed to have when in actuality,

this is really someone else’s game,

we just participate,

seems the thing to do,

and that kiss, well in that one clear moment,

I would think I couldn’t imagine

a more perfect harmony.


I still hurt,

even when I smile and pretend

that nothing ever really mattered,

how many times do we here our selves,


play the game and move on,

how many worlds did you live last week,

when asked if your day would ever be the same,

without him, beyond her, he didn’t matter, she was shy,

he decidedly had other plans,

and the you and me,

there was the what about the plans we had,

I, you, together, the two of us, remember our eyes,

remember when you would look in my eyes,

and I did trust you


your eyes


I needed you to trust me though,

I wasted that opportunity,

I was too caught up in my own sordid ordeal,

my this is not what I want,

this thing,

this feeling inside, I couldn’t deny,

yet I chose to anyway.

Do you ever think it was really wasted time,

or was there a true purpose in feeling misery


long after the reality of who we were became,

the truth in how we have become today,

how we will begin,

the following day,

when then we just said hello,

and that newest chapter became

yesterday’s myth.

3 responses

  1. i love this piece, in a way it talks about my past few days…

    Have you been looking over my shoulder?

    hugs chris

    Liked by 1 person

    December 26, 2015 at 4:09 pm

    • we live fairly universal lives I suppose Chris – thanks! 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

      December 26, 2015 at 4:16 pm

      • Is that what you call it, i call it, interesting, especially when i not going up hill!

        Liked by 1 person

        December 28, 2015 at 4:34 pm

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