June 10th 2005
Memory blurs and clouds,
Making it hard to recall anything.
The will to remove the dust,
Evades the both of us.
Anything is better than reality,
Since neither of us is ready,
Neither is sure
That what will be left
Can be enough
To restore
What was.
Should we sit around all day
And pretend that the clouds aren't grey?
Should we speak only of things
That paint pictures of happy beings?
Should smiles form on lips
That know they will no longer kiss?
Should eyes radiate hope,
When they really cannot cope?
Let me taste the rain.
Let me run through it again and again.
It mingles with my rivers and streams,
Flowing steadily unlike my broken dreams.
Let me drown in the flood,
And hope that the mess I'm in can be undone.
Let it wash everything away,
The memories, the pain, all at bay.
When all seems lost,
When there is nothing and no one left
Then coldness like a frost
Steps in and removes all warmth
Taking with it even the smallest flame
Nothing left, all feeling gone,
Even shame.
Words avoid us two.
They know there is nothing they can do.
The time lomg gone for them to come out
Instead of being concealed, spoken with a shout.
Time and space never gave a chance
Though terrible wars they did fight
In the end the battle was lost
And so the towel tossed.
Could it be that they gave up too easily?
Could it be that what was still could be?
Could it be that truth finds them again?
Could they ever be more than just friends?
A soft wind blows
Carrying the song of the swallows.
A message that tells
Of bittersweet spells
And never the promise of clear blue skies
But heavy clouds where rainbows lie.
And sometimes a weak ray of the sun,
That promises better things to come.
And like the tiniest bud they must know
That both sun and rain
Help the most beautiful rose to grow.
Poetry by transience
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Written on 2006-07-05 at 01:49
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Rebirth
What once was truth no longer is.Memory blurs and clouds,
Making it hard to recall anything.
The will to remove the dust,
Evades the both of us.
Anything is better than reality,
Since neither of us is ready,
Neither is sure
That what will be left
Can be enough
To restore
What was.
Should we sit around all day
And pretend that the clouds aren't grey?
Should we speak only of things
That paint pictures of happy beings?
Should smiles form on lips
That know they will no longer kiss?
Should eyes radiate hope,
When they really cannot cope?
Let me taste the rain.
Let me run through it again and again.
It mingles with my rivers and streams,
Flowing steadily unlike my broken dreams.
Let me drown in the flood,
And hope that the mess I'm in can be undone.
Let it wash everything away,
The memories, the pain, all at bay.
When all seems lost,
When there is nothing and no one left
Then coldness like a frost
Steps in and removes all warmth
Taking with it even the smallest flame
Nothing left, all feeling gone,
Even shame.
Words avoid us two.
They know there is nothing they can do.
The time lomg gone for them to come out
Instead of being concealed, spoken with a shout.
Time and space never gave a chance
Though terrible wars they did fight
In the end the battle was lost
And so the towel tossed.
Could it be that they gave up too easily?
Could it be that what was still could be?
Could it be that truth finds them again?
Could they ever be more than just friends?
A soft wind blows
Carrying the song of the swallows.
A message that tells
Of bittersweet spells
And never the promise of clear blue skies
But heavy clouds where rainbows lie.
And sometimes a weak ray of the sun,
That promises better things to come.
And like the tiniest bud they must know
That both sun and rain
Help the most beautiful rose to grow.
Poetry by transience
Read 509 times
Written on 2006-07-05 at 01:49
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