Found Poem
Both remained suspended, motionless;
The storm began to subside
But still the sea was disturbed.
“Come! Come courage!”
As I said it, I knew it was a naïve hope.
Who are you if you lose your favorite person?
A sheer drop, black and faceless
It was a bleak, harsh view, the sea and the rock
Unrelieved by any tree or sweep of grass or sand.
Will we ever meet again?
I will sail into the future on mystery’s wings
and I will not look back.
He wasn't meant for me,
Though I didn't mean goodbye.
We weren't supposed to be,
Now it's crystal clear why.
And though I felt so alone
without him always near.
My thoughts were left unknown,
Though wishing he could hear.
Tangled, twisted, torn,
The thought of him lingers.
Sharper than a rose thorn,
Running repeats through ringers.
Our time is past and falling,
Yet the clock keeps on turning.
No sentiment or stalling
for a flame that stops its burning.
Goodbye to you forever,
I'm off to newer ways.
Playing ever and ever
the Song of Lost Days.
TornI feel like I'm torn,
Cut open and bleeding,
But there's nothing I can do
'cause you're all that I'm seeing.
I see your arms wrapped around her,
See your amazing smile.
If only you'd loved me.
If only for a little while.
You were a perfect hunter.
I fell right into your trap.
You convinced me you loved me,
With your sweetness and sap.
It doesn't matter what I do,
Some things I just can't weather.
I loved everything about you,
But you always loved her better.
You laughed at my pain
As you ripped out my heart,
Leaving a gaping hole
In every little broken part.
Now I see you together,
I feel like fading away.
I wish I was invisible,
Hadn't seen the light today.
I see your arms wrapped around her,
See your amazing smile...
If only you'd loved me,
If only for a little while.
You were a perfect hunter,
Now I'm dead in your trap.
You convinced me you loved me,
With your sweetness and sap.
No matter what I do,
It's just a dead letter,
I loved everything about you...
But you always loved her better.
You always loved her better.
Why can't you leave me in peace?
Now I'm left alone, forlorn.
Through it all I still love you,
How can I be so torn?
A Heart Deferred What happens to a broken heart?
Does it shrivel and shrink like toes under water?
Or blister and break apart—
Like sunburns getting ever hotter?
Does it feel crushed like a battered rock by the sea?
Or bleed like a wound—
That soon ceases to be?
Maybe it painfully crumbles
Like a man hit by a sharp spear
Or does it simply disappear?
Someday, Somewhere, Someone
You think you can leave my heart in shreds.
You did, but guess what? It mends.
You think I'll never be happy without you.
You're right, but I've lost a friend or two.
I think you never liked me because of who I was.
I think you kicked me under the bus.
I think that in me you only saw the bad.
I think that you just used me for what I had.
I know someday, somewhere I'll find someone that cares;
Someone who'll smile for me and pull back my chairs.
Someone who'll bravely stand by me and take your place,
Someone with a bright, caring, kind, and gentle face.
But you won't be him,
No, you're not him.
You think it's funny, what you've done.
You're wrong, but in the end you won.
You think it's great to ignore me,
You're right, and you're what I thought you'd be.
I think you never knew the real me,
I think you only pretended to see.
I think that you faked it all along
I think you're just a phony acting strong.
I know someday, somewhere I'll find someone that cares;
Someone who'll smile for me and pull back my chairs.
Someone who'll bravely stand by me and take your place,
Someone with a bright, caring, kind, and gentle face.
But you won't be him,
No, you're not him.
Whirlwind
It was bright Red,
My blush.
My jacket.
My racing, pacing blood.
It was Halloween night,
Supposedly scary.
Supposedly different.
Supposedly dating was easy.
It was my first date.
Just couldn’t wait.
Just teenage ‘”fate.”
Just Dad driving us, embarrassingly.
It was so fast.
We were unprepared.
We teenagers assumed our calm.
We were fearsome pirates for a night.
It was a dance.
Who remembers the songs?
Who saw our discomfort?
Who knew we were stifling our immaturity?
It was an awkwardly normal door.
Why the sudden silence?
Why the bashful hug?
Why the inwardly sung victory?
