There are boxes on shelves,
they litter my mind.
I sift through them sometimes,
too see what I find.
Hurts, disappointments,
friends and lost loves.
A girl I can't remember,
rises over lifes shoves.
A mother, a wife,
she's a lover, a friend.
Broken and battered,
fighting so life won't end.
I rattle my boxes,
see what will fall out.
Spent dreams and desires,
landing all about.
I look on in wonder,
at all of my past.
Tangled around me,
I touch broken parts.
But then I look deeper,
a smile warms my heart.
I find laughter and love,
hopes, dreams, second starts.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
I guess that this poem describes those moments in time, when we look back at all the baggage we carry, and how we attempt to compartmentalise it, to reduce its effect of our present lives
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I look to the heavens.
No stars shine for me this night.
My lover is gone.
World broken into bits.
Heart shattered in a million pieces.
There is no us.
I have no air.
Struggling to breath my new reality.
I miss you.
The sun cannot warm.
My soul is dark, cold, frigid.
I am alone.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
Breaking up, the morning after.
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The petals of the rose,
delicate like my heart,
reach out to your hands,
to be held, delighted, torn apart.
Velvet softness glows in light,
glistening like my skin,
leaping to your touch,
delicious loving, torture begin.
Fading beauty, decaying daily,
like your love, sighing.
Your search for fragrant blossoms,
leaves me alone and dying
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Posted: Nov 2009
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