Zenchi Poetry (6)

I just started here, and I did in no way mean to spam so much at once here. I just simply didn't know what to add since I just started this site about an hour ago. So I thought I'd just add some of the things I've written already. I've removed most of them and I'll added them slowly. Once again I'm sorry, and I promise never to spam again. Also happy writings and I hope they help you channel how you feel as much as they do for myself. Yours truly Zenchi.

As I travel in this desert. Dying of thirst, even I will drink from a puddle to quench my thirst. Though one may never forget the bitterness of it. As the days and years drag on, sometimes drinking of another puddle. I search for that which I seek. My oasis, that place that is mystical even to me. For when I find it, I shall find my peace. So that I can lay and bask in it's shade and share what I have been sent to bring unto it.

Here and there, when I try not to remember. Is when a scent or sight takes me back. I remember what it was like. To have someone to lay next to while falling asleep. Held in arms, with nothing but the rhythm of the others heart as the only music needed to fall asleep. Knowing that when you awoke they would be there in the morning. Hidden smiles, shared secrets, and another person to shoulder your pain. Through things small and large, things serious and silly. Someone that could warm you with a small gesture that might mean nothing to another person. Once that is gone, things seem deem and to lose meaning. Normally it should be easy to move on. But the longer your without. The more your alone. The more you feel out of place and solitude is your only home. That warmth that only another can give, that is what I miss.

Poems, ballads, gifts. Any that you want I shall do my best to give. Even if I must bend knee, for your the one that inspires me. Gives life to my words and thoughts. Your the one that shows me what words lies hidden in my mind, just from simply looking me in the eyes. Cause for your the one, opening my minds eye. Perhaps that's what is meant to be, for you are a Muse to me.

In one small moment, a knife so sharp. Had sunken so far. My breast lay bear, my heart lay open. Head held up, unto the heavens. I think it's rain, but tis tears. I wish this pain away. I will it with all my might. Though this pain doesn't end. I think of medicine, but there isn't any. I think of everything I can, but I find not. Here I keep thinking.. My words seem formless, shallow I wish I was. In each box in my mind, I try to bury another emotion. Quicker and faster I go, the pace can not slow. For my mind is as quick sand, each second is another moment of pain dragged on through eternity, as I drown in a sea of my own agony.

lay on the bed, I throw my arm across it. I feel the spot close to me. And that dull ache in my chest tells me your not laying next to me. Though I let myself drift, all that happens is thoughts of you snickering to me. No sleep comes for me, cause I'm alone in this world and that's no mystery. I write this poem, in a transfixed state. Cause I write it for someone, that I wonder if I've ever really let close to me. I have faith in time, just as in other things. Cause it's going to be fate, that places you next to me.