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Just yesterday…
Just yesterday, we were soaring like eagles,
Today, we lie dazed on the ground, a shaft through our hearts.
Just yesterday, the world looked so bright and beautiful,
Today, a drab greyness shrouds our hearts.
Just yesterday, we held hands so meaningfully,
Today, we sit across the table from each other, two strangers with nothing to say.
Just yesterday, we looked in each other’s eyes and saw paradise,
Today, our eyes reflect vapidity, blandness and hollowness.
Just yesterday, our smiles turned winters into sparkling springs,
Today, the smiles have been replaced by tears of despair.
Just yesterday, our lips trembled with new-born passion,
Today, they are blue, lifeless and lonely.
Just yesterday, our voices were as melodious as the sound of a gentle brook,
Today, they are raspy and parched and cracked and dry as a desert bed.
Just yesterday, we respected each other, like the knights of the round table,
Today, our names are dreaded whispers, dragging us down to the abyss.
Just yesterday, the thought of each other nourished our souls,
Today, the thoughts are harbingers of pure unadulterated pain.
Just yesterday, I was alive,
Today, I’m dead.
How are you, my once-sweet and darling lover-friend?
Today, we lie dazed on the ground, a shaft through our hearts.
Just yesterday, the world looked so bright and beautiful,
Today, a drab greyness shrouds our hearts.
Just yesterday, we held hands so meaningfully,
Today, we sit across the table from each other, two strangers with nothing to say.
Just yesterday, we looked in each other’s eyes and saw paradise,
Today, our eyes reflect vapidity, blandness and hollowness.
Just yesterday, our smiles turned winters into sparkling springs,
Today, the smiles have been replaced by tears of despair.
Just yesterday, our lips trembled with new-born passion,
Today, they are blue, lifeless and lonely.
Just yesterday, our voices were as melodious as the sound of a gentle brook,
Today, they are raspy and parched and cracked and dry as a desert bed.
Just yesterday, we respected each other, like the knights of the round table,
Today, our names are dreaded whispers, dragging us down to the abyss.
Just yesterday, the thought of each other nourished our souls,
Today, the thoughts are harbingers of pure unadulterated pain.
Just yesterday, I was alive,
Today, I’m dead.
How are you, my once-sweet and darling lover-friend?
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
Ah, life...
Number 5789
It took two and a half years for me to find my voice. To know I needed to tell the story. To stop the pain from happening once more. How sometimes in life you lose because you have no choice. I needed to be heard. I knew I could find the words. Didn't want no one else to ever have to stand in my place. To feel as if they have no face. To look at the closed doors. Not human anymore. Just a number.
Walked down the hall so very proud, walking tall. Wanting to clear the air to have my say. I would speak them out loud. I would make the world care. To make the change where no one would ever know how I felt. To have no control over my life. You wielded your position like a knife. Now its my turn. I hope the world will listen and learn.
Opened the door to enter and what did I see. There were many there just like me. Wish I could say just a few. I found out I was one of thousands that already knew. How can an injustice live so long? I can tell you how. When you have no face they don't have to look at you. Your just a number not human anymore. It's not a matter if your right or wrong. To not look is how they remain so strong.
My number is very far down the line. Just another faceless number waiting in time. Frustrated angry tears fall down my cheek. You can't silence me I am going to speak. I'll leave you to go on your way. I'm just starting I am not ready to stop. If I can I will make it to the top. Just a number among many. Voices that need a say. There needs to be a change. And my voice will not be going away.
Walked down the hall so very proud, walking tall. Wanting to clear the air to have my say. I would speak them out loud. I would make the world care. To make the change where no one would ever know how I felt. To have no control over my life. You wielded your position like a knife. Now its my turn. I hope the world will listen and learn.
Opened the door to enter and what did I see. There were many there just like me. Wish I could say just a few. I found out I was one of thousands that already knew. How can an injustice live so long? I can tell you how. When you have no face they don't have to look at you. Your just a number not human anymore. It's not a matter if your right or wrong. To not look is how they remain so strong.
My number is very far down the line. Just another faceless number waiting in time. Frustrated angry tears fall down my cheek. You can't silence me I am going to speak. I'll leave you to go on your way. I'm just starting I am not ready to stop. If I can I will make it to the top. Just a number among many. Voices that need a say. There needs to be a change. And my voice will not be going away.
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
How many of you have ever felt like just a number? I was looking around yesterday and I do believe that it makes the jobs easier for people if they do not know our stories and do not look at us as human individuals. It is so easy to just do a job and not think of how what they are doing can affect many and not in a good way. But I guess it helps them sleep at night. Just needed to get this out. When you think you are one of a few that have been wronged and then find out you are one of thousands it is an eye opener.
lost in thought
walking my dog
looking across
and over mountains
a breath taking view
i began patting
my dogs head
one sadness
overwhelming tears
feeling so lonely
loosing my
best friend
just gave the dog
a great big hug
sweet sadness
carried on a fresh breeze
feeling the yawning
in the silence of grief
sweeping inside
holding out the key
standing thinking
of one beautiful rose
blushing angels
sparkling thoughts
sharing spring time
sheep lambing
listening to the bleats
of the baby lambs
my eyes they spot
a bunch of primroses
plucking one
gently putting
it to my nose
pictures flashed
in this mind
i began smiling
looking at such love
a dream in the soft
gentle fragrance
scenting such beauty
floating spring breeze
tear drops fall
smiling deeply
i never stop loving
until the end
i deserve to be happy
listening to birds
softly singing a sweet song
blowing in
a mountain breeze
tasting spring
floating upon air
oh how i await
that gentle dream beauty
who softy sweeps
over this ocean
on wings
of an angel
looking across
and over mountains
a breath taking view
i began patting
my dogs head
one sadness
overwhelming tears
feeling so lonely
loosing my
best friend
just gave the dog
a great big hug
sweet sadness
carried on a fresh breeze
feeling the yawning
in the silence of grief
sweeping inside
holding out the key
standing thinking
of one beautiful rose
blushing angels
sparkling thoughts
sharing spring time
sheep lambing
listening to the bleats
of the baby lambs
my eyes they spot
a bunch of primroses
plucking one
gently putting
it to my nose
pictures flashed
in this mind
i began smiling
looking at such love
a dream in the soft
gentle fragrance
scenting such beauty
floating spring breeze
tear drops fall
smiling deeply
i never stop loving
until the end
i deserve to be happy
listening to birds
softly singing a sweet song
blowing in
a mountain breeze
tasting spring
floating upon air
oh how i await
that gentle dream beauty
who softy sweeps
over this ocean
on wings
of an angel
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
just thoughts
Hole in the Heart
She is frightened when the poem is done.
The poem whose scrawled yellow pages
have filled her heart for so long
is snatched away.
And the hole in her heart echoes
like a garbage can
thrown against a courtyard
in the city.
She writes to fill that hole
whose quicksand edges
eat her heart out from the muddy center,
and when they take away her pages,
her stuffing, her asbestos insulation,
she rattles
like a palsied hand
sticking out a silver spoon
for sugar.
The poem-in-progress
was the mattress of a bed
where her past made love
to her future,
where her mother hugged her father,
where all the apparitions of the dead
slept like babies
after milk laden bottles.
She has no choice- she will begin again
Her loneliness: the ink of her pen.
~SAS~
The poem whose scrawled yellow pages
have filled her heart for so long
is snatched away.
And the hole in her heart echoes
like a garbage can
thrown against a courtyard
in the city.
She writes to fill that hole
whose quicksand edges
eat her heart out from the muddy center,
and when they take away her pages,
her stuffing, her asbestos insulation,
she rattles
like a palsied hand
sticking out a silver spoon
for sugar.
The poem-in-progress
was the mattress of a bed
where her past made love
to her future,
where her mother hugged her father,
where all the apparitions of the dead
slept like babies
after milk laden bottles.
She has no choice- she will begin again
Her loneliness: the ink of her pen.
~SAS~
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Posted: May 2014
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I will stay same
Once upon a time all,I do have fallen by blink....
I was so pimply looks,she all cute one all think.
But i was all by fear,as she loves to stare me....
And one she also fallen,although by to know us as we.
But as most of tale have,each one have thin ears....
And one day she left all,no glimpse of,passed years.
For will she stay same,Greeted smiles,in my weeps.
And fate make us meet again,Only wish such i do keep....
I was so pimply looks,she all cute one all think.
But i was all by fear,as she loves to stare me....
And one she also fallen,although by to know us as we.
But as most of tale have,each one have thin ears....
And one day she left all,no glimpse of,passed years.
For will she stay same,Greeted smiles,in my weeps.
And fate make us meet again,Only wish such i do keep....
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
This poem is written for the one,who can make me smile,when ever she like to have from me.
tint the windows dark
Tint the windows dark,
i cant let her see me.
Thats the girls whos heart i chase for,
she feels shes not worth,
does she not hear me speaking?
I try to make her smile,
but joy to her is not real.
Roses i flood her with,
cards with beautiful sayings,
yet no sight does she see,
Of me.
Im not a dream, as i open the door,
Just a chance, as i step out,
i ask for one shot at your love.
If i fail,
i shall hide behind these tinted widows,
So none can see my tears.
i cant let her see me.
Thats the girls whos heart i chase for,
she feels shes not worth,
does she not hear me speaking?
I try to make her smile,
but joy to her is not real.
Roses i flood her with,
cards with beautiful sayings,
yet no sight does she see,
Of me.
Im not a dream, as i open the door,
Just a chance, as i step out,
i ask for one shot at your love.
If i fail,
i shall hide behind these tinted widows,
So none can see my tears.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Its a self expression from a life experience. If it gets published in a book of my own street poetry, might give a auto biograph . For those professional . Looking for someone like me
Love’s Many Faces
Our love has endured its share of sorrows,
the foolish mistakes...the ache of regret.
We aimed our dreams toward each bright tomorrow,
vowing forever, to never forget.
With each anguished tear we have shed for love,
we have grown and changed in such diverse ways.
Time doles truths we have long been afraid of,
while love succumbs to the old, worn cliches.
The years have well proved what we always knew;
I live in your heart, as you live in mine.
Wherever you go, whatever you do,
this love will not fade with the trials of time.
The past will not steal our dreams as before...
We forgive, we let go...we love all the more!
the foolish mistakes...the ache of regret.
We aimed our dreams toward each bright tomorrow,
vowing forever, to never forget.
With each anguished tear we have shed for love,
we have grown and changed in such diverse ways.
Time doles truths we have long been afraid of,
while love succumbs to the old, worn cliches.
The years have well proved what we always knew;
I live in your heart, as you live in mine.
Wherever you go, whatever you do,
this love will not fade with the trials of time.
The past will not steal our dreams as before...
We forgive, we let go...we love all the more!
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
This was one of my first attempts at writing a sonnet back on the mid 90's.
Love's Decline
I grapple upon the slippery slope.
My frenzied eyes pleading for a rope.
My soul has died and thus my hope.
I'm slowly sliding from the icy slope.
The icy glare is also in her eyes.
Not a thread of mercy to idolize.
The gold haired beauty runs away.
I know her well this last painful day.
Now perpetually falling, gently turning.
My fate certain as is my yearning.
Why did I love her and speak it?
Now I think as my heart she breaks it.
Through the cold air I gently glide,
While I await my imminent collide.
What to have differed now with thought?
The epiphany is if I could I would not!
I know my fate is to be without you,
Have my tormented heart break in two.
My cruel empty soul's inability to cope,
Yearns for... the plateau above the slope.
My frenzied eyes pleading for a rope.
My soul has died and thus my hope.
I'm slowly sliding from the icy slope.
The icy glare is also in her eyes.
Not a thread of mercy to idolize.
The gold haired beauty runs away.
I know her well this last painful day.
Now perpetually falling, gently turning.
My fate certain as is my yearning.
Why did I love her and speak it?
Now I think as my heart she breaks it.
Through the cold air I gently glide,
While I await my imminent collide.
What to have differed now with thought?
The epiphany is if I could I would not!
I know my fate is to be without you,
Have my tormented heart break in two.
My cruel empty soul's inability to cope,
Yearns for... the plateau above the slope.
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Posted: Dec 2009
About this poem:
The Pain of Lost Love-from far in the past!
Vlads Lament
Kiss kiss
slowly i glide down he wall
as your knife pierces my heart
and once again
all goes cold
the bane of my very existance
has been what has kept me here
a love that brought me to life
has ripped mine away
many years have past
since the betrayal from a lovers hand
many moons arise
and yet you never return
laying motionless in the crypt
that you left me
staring into the night
watching
waiting
I yell out for you
but your scent has been long gone
picked up by another
and carried out into the world
though i feel that i dont belong
many years have supressed my pain
but it never goes away
the knife still pains me
your eyes haunt my dreams
your shadow follows me
lurking
changing
memories into nightmares
when does the knife stop hurting
when can I release my soul
destined to suffer for enternity
destined to die alone
that is the lament of my despair
that is the lament of Vlad McFlare....
slowly i glide down he wall
as your knife pierces my heart
and once again
all goes cold
the bane of my very existance
has been what has kept me here
a love that brought me to life
has ripped mine away
many years have past
since the betrayal from a lovers hand
many moons arise
and yet you never return
laying motionless in the crypt
that you left me
staring into the night
watching
waiting
I yell out for you
but your scent has been long gone
picked up by another
and carried out into the world
though i feel that i dont belong
many years have supressed my pain
but it never goes away
the knife still pains me
your eyes haunt my dreams
your shadow follows me
lurking
changing
memories into nightmares
when does the knife stop hurting
when can I release my soul
destined to suffer for enternity
destined to die alone
that is the lament of my despair
that is the lament of Vlad McFlare....
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Posted: May 2014
Post Commentlost in love dreams
lost within space
searching seeking answers
an angel
inside the mind
begins rocking
back and forth
deep waves
caressing the ocean
feelings touching sands
softly burying
ever so deeply
inside emotions
swell up
in tears
waterfalls on
a sweet angel
such beauty
never dies
teardrops precious
jewels of love
crystal pearls
scorching down
upon the face
sweet destiny
i cried
a lonely soul
this moon lit night
searching for you
searching seeking answers
an angel
inside the mind
begins rocking
back and forth
deep waves
caressing the ocean
feelings touching sands
softly burying
ever so deeply
inside emotions
swell up
in tears
waterfalls on
a sweet angel
such beauty
never dies
teardrops precious
jewels of love
crystal pearls
scorching down
upon the face
sweet destiny
i cried
a lonely soul
this moon lit night
searching for you
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Posted: Apr 2014
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