Posted: February 7, 2010 Filed under: Random
His heart snaps in half every time he walks past her.
Nothing else can be said.
Posted: July 12, 2009 Filed under: poetry
Contained in a year-old composition notebook
Are ten thousand verses on unrequited love;
None of them can truly describe
The way that your eyes glisten in the sunshine.
So I’ll sit here and write,
Late into the unforgiving night
Every time I’m reminded of your visage and of your persona
Even when I know this is all merely my way of
Punching myself for not returning your smile.
Can I regale you with another story?
Another path that I could have traveled
Not the one that I so foolishly chose?
That undying sentiment of regret is just so prevalent.
When the clock strikes ten minutes to three
Right as the sun enters its deepest state of slumber,
I’ll find the opportunity that I missed
The things we could have shared
Eventually, I’ll find a way to get over it.
Posted: June 21, 2009 Filed under: Random
The next time you see me, try not to say my name.
Underneath those century old street lamps,
Basked in the warmth of a love long gone.
This time, things will be different.
Your hands will come around,
I’ll learn to love your touch again.
Amongst the moist air of a midsummer night,
You’ll come back, I just know it.
So open your door and calm down,
Join me here with the ethereal presence of fireflies,
The distinct taste of regret in the air.
Can’t you see that I’m trying?
Just give me one more chance to love you.
Posted: May 31, 2009 Filed under: Random
What, exactly, can I do?
If she just decides to leave it all behind,
And the world must continue its pace?
Would I still have to swallow the pain?
I hurt with the knowledge that I still have to hold some hope.
Why must everything keep going?
Am I forced to carry on with what’s left?
The tattered shards of a lost love, where everything’s changed.
Could things ever be the same?
When the wind blows, carrying a new day with it,
I solemnly realize; there won’t be another
That would be enough to replace her beauty.
oh, let our love flourish.
Posted: May 26, 2009 Filed under: dreams
Hear out my voice as it calls to you,
Even though one day you’ll surely forget me.
I’ll send out my love through a message in code.
You don’t need someone like me, I’m sure,
But I can’t help but try.
Will you be able to find me?
Someone like me could just disappear, I’m sure.
This forbidding emptiness yearns to be filled, I know that
A thousand years from now, I won’t be able to describe my feelings.
So I’ll say them now.
The tattered remains of my conscience, leftover parts of my melted heart,
Won’t recover as they are.
My closed wounds are painful and my limbs grow weak.
I’ll continue to wander street corners aimlessly until you arrive.
Your siren, it echoes, it beckons.
I’ll do anything but disregard it.
Posted: May 21, 2009 Filed under: Random
My voice calls to you, despite my best efforts;
For one day I know you’ll surely forget me.
My love is a message in code to you.
Though you don’t need someone like me.
I’m sure of it.
My code of dots and dashes make stars in the city’s skyline.
I hold the hope that you will accept my words;
Without this I’ll surely fall apart.
Someone like me could just disappear.
I’m sure of it.
The city lights reflect from the windows, creating a scene so serene.
The tears blur into the shadows, I feel them, I see them.
I’m losing, but I’ll still try;
Even though the world could end without me even understanding
The reason I even met you or the reason I ever fell in love.
I’m sure of it.
Posted: December 27, 2008 Filed under: Random
There is a blazer, hung atop an old oaken chair, which contains a folded up scrap of paper, with words written in an assortion of material, red, black, and blue ink, graphite, et cetera. Various words have been crossed out, signifying completion, for it is a list of tasks. These are among the many that aren’t crossed out:
- Take out the trash.
- Do some laundry, that shit is piling up.
- Find a good way to incorporate the word “wanton” to conversation.
- Restock fridge.
- BEER AND ZOMBIE NIGHT on THURSDAY
- Use those running shoes that were bought months ago.
- Renew Xbox Live membership.
- Muster enough courage to ask train girl for her name.
- Get out of the house a bit more. By a bit, I mean a lot.
- Catch the upcoming Rilo Kiley show.
- Stop feeling so lonely, and stop acting so bitter.
- Read another book. It’s been months.
- Remember, confidence!
- Try being proactive around her, for once.
- Call up friend-o’s for poker and burgers.
- Stop being so paranoid. Take the risk, for once.
- Buy some detergent. Running low.
- Give up the lost cause, take up new ones.
That crumpled, ink-stained piece of paper is left within the blazer’s inside pocket, only to be taken out when needed, as a somewhat gentle reminder of things that need to be done.