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.

Posts tagged “sadness

Please Just Stop My Heart


It is when the pain becomes so unbearable,

when the hope is gone,

when even waiting and having faith,

seem to be a ludicrous option.

When the knowledge of what is real and fantasy

do blur themselves,

so that there is no edge,

it just runs open for miles into the country,

where no one might ever find it again.

There is a comfort in understanding the country life,

it is a sweet simplicity,

not meant to be ignored,

only certainty allows its existence

to become a natural course of one’s life,

one’s ambition,

their hope and dreams,

the uncanny ability to know peace.

There would also seem to be a purpose,

a reason to live,

because there are no obstacles,

when we can walk freely in the wood,

to drift into the sheltered brush of the country,

a place where nature begins,

and let’s everyone return.


Love on a Timetable


I used to believe happiness

is forever,

lasting well beyond the moment.

I know today life is a mystery

we are bound to,

solutions are found in love.

I wonder sometimes if eternal

can really mean always,

or are we all simple pawns.

I felt an emotional loss today

while the evening sun

continued its descent on my day.

I believe I am a shell of my life

in the evening silence,

yet fully aware this is all my doing.

I am aware that my life is blessed,

to know love,

is to surely understand sweet elegance.


Decisive Reckoning


We choose our mood,

depends upon the time of day,

time of year,

time we stayed away from

wherever it might be that could

cause a sordid

amount of uneasy fear,

you know the affair.

 

We always want the other to be okay,

perhaps it is a personality,

the one we rather delight to be

around,

with,

present,

inside a state of mind that allows,

laughter

to carry the weight of our day.

 

It comes in tears,

when the winds take hold of our sanity,

we watch the clouds convey their own

sort of spirituality,

that combined element of nature

alongside the human condition,

and when the storms arrive,

the tears,

well, someone might suggest

a cleansing.

 

It is in love

we find this mystique,

the muse of our idyllic fountain,

an eternal fire,

a desire to always know the beauty,

to run across the elegance,

in our every turn,

to know

love.

 

So to be forlorn then,

is it an unhappy sort of feeling lost,

or might it perhaps be

might it be,

the start,

which when we find our reflective

personality examines our reality,

we become okay,

with a little time,

just don’t ever forget what love really is,

please.

 

I won’t, I promise.


Writing to Fill an Empty Heart


I struggle with words,

they seem to carry on a certain storyline,

one I can never really grasp,

until the print allows my eyes to remember,

the swimming in motion ends

when it becomes the right time to let go.

 

I’d like to find the imagery in pain,

is it the steel edge cutting into a red ribbon,

where eyes might watch the soul slip away

in steady stream

no more hesitation,

a quiet, soothing, not so eternal release.

 

A friend of mine once said to me,

it is true we live our lives a very short time,

so in that span of countless hours,

we might remember love,

for it is that spiritual energy allows our smile,

if only for a brief instant,

to give us hope, a meaning and reason to survive.

 

I know that sometimes words might convey meaning,

but if it isn’t felt then they do become

only a semantic journey filled with imagery and pause.


When While This Way


I wonder the fragrance of her hair,

when nestled in her shoulder, lips touch skin,

Let me breathe in your sense

before you leave me forever.

For it is that permanence

occurs every time I say good bye

to her.

Today I have been watching time

wishing only some sign,

an indication that tells me I am not crazy,

that this is real,

the ache I feel is the response to losing her.

 

I wanted summer to be alive with love,

a shower of affection like a late summer rain,

the two of us, soaked linens, laughing,

kissing each other in the constance

of a watery memory,

the times we would together,

flatter each other

with a certain elusive desire.

 

Yet it is today I stand

alone,

I wonder how much longer she can

let my need to share sensual dreams

with her,

her being by my side,

the scent of her,

lovely elegance,

stays in my mind,

forever.


Come When They May


There are these tears, they build,

a sort of wall of a waiting storm,

I like to imagine a sweeter guild

of love than ever might we form.

 

I wander toward a make believe

palace on the top of this hill,

it is here I would wish for reprieve

from the scream inside so shrill.

 

The mounting crags of spindled rock,

would slip me into sweet oblivion,

if in a moment I would look to block

the piercing light I rest my eyes upon.

 

Oh to find the shadows of my common

world, whereby, the normalcy of why,

would only bury the familiar horizon,

when only together we might forever cry.

 

I have found my way again in the blue,

A moody appreciation always loving you.


Finding My Way


I wanted to write about love tonight,

I still do, I’m struggling,

and I wonder sometimes along this journey,

if that is the process,

the goal, the outcome, the essential truth,

defines

love.

 

See tonight, I told someone my heart is in their hands,

I felt like we both knew,

we responded alike,

cried, sighed, tried laughter, it worked,

it always has,

laughter,

positive energy –

yet, tonight, I’m sad, my tears are dry,

I don’t understand,

how love can suddenly become

painful.

 

Oh, trust me, I’m a romantic fool,

I get loss, and the rabbit hole,

I just didn’t anticipate hanging this far off the edge.