Happygolucky4u Poetry (159)

I reach for the door.
I hear you calling my name.
Your not here anymore.
It's just not the same.
I feel as if I did when you were here.
I can't seem to move on.
When all I want is you near.
No calls on the telephone.
No notes left to say.
I did not have a chance to ask you to stay.
Just left with this empty spot that needs to be filled.
But I can't just let go.
Of the best love I know.

I tried like hell to make it fit.
To push it through the hole.
I think the hole is big enough.
But pushing it through sure seems tough.
I found something stronger so.....
Thought I would try again.
I tried and tried but I needed to make this insanity end.
So I reached into the box and found.
My old embroidery needle with the eye so big and round.
Had it threaded in time.
Maybe sewing at four in the morning is not so good.
But where the empty space was a button now stood.

It is an odd looking sight.
Half a bridge hanging in the night.
Looks kind of lonely.
I walked to the edge.
Could feel the wind in my face.
Standing here on a bridge that led to no place.
Oh if I had only...... took another road I would not be standing here.
Wondering where the rest of the bridge did go.
I look up to the heavens at all the stars that came out tonight.
What a beautiful show.
My heart feels so heavy and at the same time it feels light.
A bridge half built that leads to no where.
Did not anybody care.
I turn back around to the forest that I walked from.
And I could see the beauty.
It is just a thing.
The bridge that leads to no where.

Prickly skin warning of things unseen.
Waiting and watching as time goes by.
Feeling unable to move from pain.
Wanting to move unwilling to try.
Days gathering in darkened corners.
Greeting reflection I do not know.
Insides hiding letting outsides run the show.
Finally willing to except change.
Feelings of what is to come
Raw nerves and fight comes undone.
Feelings of comfort all warm and content
Feelings of the familiar as if heaven sent
Knowing now what was waiting for a sign
Hardening of the heart keeping the heart blind

If I had a crayon
I would color a picture so pretty.
If I had a coin to throw in a wishing well
and wish that you would be.
Just what I was looking for.
A man that's right for me.
I have no crayon.
The well is sealed.
But I must say
I wish for him still.

We are all born with a missing piece.
And will search the planet to no end looking for
our split apart.
In a land of the time of before our birth.
We all had a mate.
Joined together were we at the heart.
Not physically but with a rage, a scream, a cry.
Our heart would search for our split apart if separated.
Until the day we die.
I searched for mine and found him in many life times.
Always listening to the sound of the rage, the scream, the cry.
As many times as I was to leave this earth and then return
The longing for my split apart would never die.
He is here. Waiting for his heart to come to life.
I must find him where our love light can burn.
We will know each other by the connections of our split apart.

When the darkness covers the streets.
And families are safe in bed.
Out comes the people of the night.
A world all their own.
They don't care for the light of day.
Or the structured lives some live.
With beer in hand and laughter on faces.
They are here for the night.
Come take a walk with me.
Don't be scared not all are bad.
There on the corner is MaryJo.
Selling her wares so to speak.
She use to live among us in the day light.
Was married three children that she loves.
Her hubby cheated thought it hurt no one.
I don't think he was right.
Now MaryJo belongs to the night.
See the old man standing there.
Almost as dark as the night himself.
Once he had it all. A loving family a great job.
But he looked for an answer to something in his past.
He looked in the bottom of a bottle. But it was not there to find.
He belongs to the night still looking one bottle at a time.
The young girl on the corner there.
Tells herself no one really cares.
Strung out on the dope. Living a life of no hope.
Another that belongs to the night.
The thing that bothers me.
Is that I am comfortable with all I see.
I was born a child of the night.
So this life is all right.

Butterflies float through the air so gracefully.
Soaring to places of beauty and sun.
The owl flaps and screeches so scary.
Jutting to watch over its domain.
The eagle my countries pride.
It is regal with its wing span stride.
The lovebugs are destined for my windshield.
No sense in using your wings I will come to you.

There will be no chains to shackle me.
I am like the blowing wind.
I can be a nice calm day.
Or a storm that is on its way.
But I will run free.
I come from the time of peace and love.
And you were old if you were thirty or above.
A time where innocence was mine.
A time where mountains were meant to be climbed.
No chains to shackle me.
No ties to bind me.
I will climb this mountain that I see.
I have learned from my life.
Where now age is just a number.
It made me stronger.
I am better now than when I was younger.
I will run free.
Face all the obstacles that are given to me.
There will be no mountain that is to high.
I will get by.

Held you close to my heart.
Felt your warmth and your love.
Trusted you to be kind.
Had no reason.
Some say love is blind.
Gave you chance after chance.
Warnings fell on deaf ears.
Hated to let you go.
But sometimes we have to face our fears.
Like the ocean rushing to the shore.
My heart still craves yours.
But sometimes you can except the pain.
When there is no one to blame.

The red line deep trailing down the right side in a deep rut.
So deep it touches the soul.
Pain just to move or to talk.
Fear of what others may see when looking.
No covering it must remain visible for all to see.
Questions into my personal space.
Trying to make my dignity erase.
Strength of knowing what will be.
Makes each step easy.
No doubt no hope all in their place.
For this is something time will erase.

Heat that surrounds me.
Almost to much for me to breathe.
The sound echoing in my being.
Surrounding me like the heat.
Bright lights outlined by darkness.
The storm is here.