Blizza801 Poetry (70)

The leaves that fall in late November
are tears that I can still remember
All my words could still not mend her
broken heart that burned like embers
We were both just sweet pretenders
As cold as winds that bring December

Your too hot to be the sun
far cooler then the frost
too wicked for a devil
too holy for a cross
Your too calm to be a doldrum
much wilder then the wind
thicker even then a redwood
to be a twig your far too thin
Your too constant to be a river
just too deep to be a sea
too vast to be the open sky
too solid to be the tree
Your too pure to be a dove
darker even then a crow
too bright to be the starlight
too faint to be a glow
Your stronger then a diamond
weaker then cracked glass
too uncommon for a blue moon
too common for green grass
Your too high to be the atmosphere
too low to be the ground
too quite to be silence
too loud to be a sound
Your too real to have a heart beat
more abstract then any dream
In short your really nothing
which makes you everything

Were we just lost children of the sun?
Loose embers of infinite consciousness
given a piece of time to form
into beings to put a time
on our peace
What secrets were we after?
In the thrill of the moment
what dark secrets did we hide?
The belly of the beast
We built a machine we could not escape
Slowly it crept over us
like a snow drift in the wind
What was our sin?
What made us so out of sync
With the rest of our world?
In it all for the
flight or the fall?
The kill and the love
the fight and the hug
I am just a lost child of the sun
and in the end
who will even remember
my face

If you were to pass by a book of my poetry in a book store and read a bit...would it be something you just flipped through or would it be something you actually purchased?
Please be honest...I'm curious as to whether I should write a book of poetry or just leave it as a hobby...all comments welcome please...good or bad =) !!

If
I could crawl into your skin
I
Still wouldn't be as close to you
As
I really want to be
And
You will never really see
All
You really mean to me
So
Just hold me close for now
We
Can memorize this moment
Both
Lost together in a dream
From
Which we never want to be found
Just
A word could wake us up
So
We never make a sound

Her mind was as amazing as
the big bang
What a sweet thing
I could see her ideas form
on her facial expressions
exploding in her mind like
a million fire flies
raining down her throat
balancing on her tongue
waiting to be spoke
Her words were
rivers I bathed in
under the stars
naked
dreaming
worlds of green eyed tulips
and infinite possibilities
I sat
crooked smile
forever wanting to be pulled
deeper
and deeper
into her mind
where ideas were conceived and born
and infant words
cried for the milk
of a welcoming ear

Silly me
Stupid me
I gave my heart away
She gave it back
all gifted wrapped
with nothing left to say

Silly girl
Stupid girl
you pushed my love away
Now alone you'll be
in misery
till your dying day

Its not suppose to be this way
this is not how the story ends.
because the leading love affair
has yet to make amends.
Is that really the last kiss?
Was that really our last look?
If this is truly our love story
that's no way to end a book.
Turn the page and turn away
from paragraphs that past
Every story has its conflict
this won't be our last
But, you'll never know the ending
if you never even try
And all the words we walk past
we'll walk them side by side
Every sentence that made us cry
will be chapters full of laughter
I promise you I'll give to you
our Happily Ever After

Where are the things you cling to tonight?
When candles birth shadows
to darken your skin
and your waiting for him
To call
To text
To come by and rest
his thoughts and worries on your smooth shoulders
that hold boulders of your own self doubt
So now what do you dream about?
Something sensual
something concentual
Maybe even just his breath on your lips
As he leans in close
tells you that its always been you both
and how lovely the candles extenuate
the hues of your garden green eyes
Where are the things you cling to tonight?
Clinging to wrong
when it hurts to be right

Silent whispers through your split lips
I'm forming goose bumps down my spine
This conversations been done before
lets find a new way to past the time

shaking hands, these beating hearts
with you it all seems new again
parting arms to hold on tight
take a deep breath and lets begin

transferring heat through these bed sheets
inhaling each breath one by one
I'm addicted to your finger tips
The way my name rolls off your tongue

Your the final chocolate in the box
the very last sip of rare fine wine
Savoring your taste for years to come
remembering this moment till the end of time

Red moon woman
if you're there
please let down your golden hair
So I know you want me too
so that I know its really you
Yes we are strange
so very strange
so delightfully deranged
so unbalanced so unchanged
And if I get lost in your eyes
don't come and find me
I'll be sleeping under over passes
shaded by your thick eyelashes
Released with a whisper
Soft pass through crimson lips

You learned,
Hate from an ancient book
Love from just a single look