Blue Skies lost their Wonder

I'm finished with this suffering.
I'm done with all this pain.
I'm sick of all this rambling.
I will not be the same.


I wouldn't say I'm happy now.
I wouldn't say I'm not.
I don't feel really anything.
It's really not a lot.


Apathy running boldly,
Coursing through my veins.
Confusion bubbling upward,
Not sure of what pertains.


Blue skies lost their wonder.
Dark clouds lost their scare.
Forgetting how to smile,
Yet I don't even care.


Failing doesn't matter.
Success is not a choice.
I can't even think right now.
How can I have a voice?


The lights are all burnt out now.
I'm sitting here alone.
Yet there are people everywhere.
I'm better on my own.

Drip.

This poem is dedicated to an individual that would freak out if I put their name on the internet. You know who you are. With love, your poem.

Drip. Feel the sweat.
Drop. See the blood.
Tick. Claw your way.
Tock. To the top.
Drip. Make mistakes.
Drop. Pay the price.
Tick. Fall back down.
Tock. To your start.
Drip. Understand.
Drop. Life goes.
Tick. Then accept.
Tock. You are more.

Through the Eyes of Princess Jasmine

Running forward,
Bouncing Back.
Reaching Toward you,
Touching Glass.
Peering outward,
My view a blur.
My hands are numbing.
I need more.
Just to see you,
never touch.
It is my torture.
It's not enough.
The sand is dripping.
My ankle's trapped.
I had my moment.
My chance elapsed.
Now I wait here,
Slowly covered
By the sand
Of my lost Lover.

I pray to God

If I pass you on the street, 
I pray to God: our eyes to meet.


If I meet you in my sleep, 
I dream to God: my heart, you'll keep.


If I love you in real life, 
I hope to God, you'll be my wife.


And If I wed you in the rain, 
I trust to God you'll share my pain. 

Perspectives

I can see us now,
Rocking in our chairs, 
Sipping lemonade, 
Our grand-kids upstairs.


I can see us now,
Hair turning grey, 
Wrinkles setting in, 
Our love turned ballet.


I can see us now,
Finding something new, 
Finding something borrowed, 
Both old and new. 


I can see us now,
Me waiting there, 
You walking down, 
Fresh flowers in your hair.


I can see us now, 
Discovering hope, 
Experiencing pain, 
We'll learn how to cope.


I can see us now,
Our awkward first date, 
My lame pick up lines, 
It's not a mistake. 


Why can't you see
What's right in front of us, 
The joy that we could have?
You are the one I trust.


For now I'll wait, 
Laugh, cry, and mourn.
You'll never care.
You'd think I would learn.
I'll stand up, move on.
I do not know how.
I'll probably fail. 
I can see it now. 

Will you weep?

Love is simple,
Love is kind.
Can't tame these feelings
In my mind

Calm, Collected.
Sure, I'm fine.
Depression creeping.
I'm on the line.

Clawing, scraping,
Gasping for life.
Falling, fading:
My internal strife.

Should I reach out?
Can I break free?
The silver I saw,
I no longer see.

Holding my chest,
longing for breath,
this terrifying tango,
this dance of death.

Then you came,
nose stuck in a book.
My heart, my mind:
you cluelessly took.

My heart was in shock.
My mind insane.
Sitting rock bottom,
the whole world to gain.

Yet there you sat,
not knowing, entranced.
Our meeting, your smile.
It wasn't by chance. 

Now day after day
I wonder, I ponder.
Alone with my pen,
my hope: please don't squander.

Just give me a glance.
Give me a shot!
All I want is a moment.
It isn't a lot.

You don't know me.
Mayhap you never will.
It all depends 
what I do with this pill.