Monday, June 22, 2009

do you even come here anymore

this place is empty
just words in their apparent form
(little 1's and 0's really)
strewn across cyberspace
recording feelings
maybe some hopes
definitely some dreams
but like a forgotten book
on a long forgotten, dust covered shelf
the words really are meaningless
unless read
they don't really need to be written
though in writing them there is some catharsis
maybe the soul is freed
or maybe not
regardless
the words are still here
even if you are not

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

smitten

the thought of you brings a smile
the memory of your looks
your laughter
those eyes
the sound of your voice
you're lovely
without even knowing it
and knowing you as i do
is it any wonder
that i'm smitten?

Lyrical

The sound of your voice
Sweet, melodious
A songbird would envy it
You say you can't sing
But when every word flows
Lyrically
You don't really need to
Do you?

Monday, June 1, 2009

Never Far

I'm sorry
For having imposed
In your life
And perhaps causing
Undue concerns

Your situation
Didn't need meddling
But it may also
Not be over yet
So this I say

I am still here
Never far
A word away
Hiding but
Not invisible

So I may not
Be the presence
I once was
But rest assured
I keep my word

I am never far
And if you need me
I will be here

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Mi Corazon

It is just a little thing
This heart of mine
Not much
But it keeps me going

I guard it
Do the best I can
To take care of it
It's all I have

And it breaks
So very easily
It never grew tough
Always soft, sensitive

And always wanting
That one special one

It can only belong
To one other, see?
It can be shared
It wants to be

Perhaps, the flaw is this;
Not that I loved too little
But loved
Too much

Always soft, sensitive
It never grew tough
And it breaks
So very easily...

Just A Girl

You say you're just a girl
You may have even felt
That "just"
Was an appropriate appellation

Is every sunset just a sunset
Every masterpiece just a masterpiece
The wonders of the universe
Just plain?

Perhaps you need another
Apellation, title
Or better perhaps
You do more than justice to the word "just"

The Silence Roars

Deafening nothingness
Echoes off
A vacuum

The walls close in
And vanish
Into void

Simultaneous light/darkness
Casts black shadows
On black walls

Absence, melancholy
Trying to fill your place
With air...