Archive for May, 2013

Wasted Hours

Sitting in this hole,
I create words with no path
or future in sight,
suppressing yawns that spring up,
focused, set on clocking out.

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I’m wandering in darkness.
I don’t know where I’ll end up.
Somewhere a clock is ticking,
but I’m already out of luck.

A path forged from every fear,
an escape that’s out of reach.
Running without a purpose,
then crawling on my knees.

Your figure in the distance
gives me incentive to go on.
Lead me, I will follow
until the break of dawn.

I can see your heart and the pain he dealt,
that night it all came to a crashing end.
I hope it doesn’t leave you scarred for life,
because I’d really like to be more than friends.

An idle hand can’t guide a thing.
Why do you insist on pursuing it?
Leading you right off a cliff,
not deserving the end you may get.

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Skin, strong as iron.
Bones, composed of spiders’ webs.
Heart, a fallen leaf.

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I realize you’re hesitant.
I know you’ve been hurt.
You think you’re a broken toy,
and don’t have any worth.

Let me set the record straight.
You’re beautiful beyond description.
To say you’re just like every girl
would simply be utter fiction.

I don’t care if I’m your first.
I just want to be your last.
We can’t impede our future
by clinging to the past.

I meant what I said
when I told you how much I loved you.
This isn’t some game
in an attempt to place myself above you.

If you can offer me your trust,
I can offer you my strongest commitment.
This is compassion, not lust.
I swear to keep you with God as my witness.

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Swaying to music
created by wind and rain,
branches learn to dance
under calming charcoal sky
as May begins to depart.

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Better Spent

Sitting in church listening to the same old message,
I can’t keep the images of the homeless out of my head.
Outside the doors of this building there are many suffering,
and I begin to wonder if my time could be better spent.

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A dagger that goes straight for the heart and doesn’t relent.
A feeling in the pit of the stomach that won’t ever be content.

A maze consisting of riddles and rhymes buried under snow.
A quiet girl sitting in the corner afraid of letting sadness show.

A cluster of stars that leads all lost travelers to safety.
A soul eaten up by the uncertainty in the word maybe.

A silver lining in the cloud hanging over these city lights.
A few drinks too many throughout the haze of late nights.

A piece of music remembered with fondness playing on the radio.
A spirit held down for countless years waiting patiently to be let go.

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