Poems

Misunderstood

Poems can be interoperated differently;
not one is right, not one is wrong.
Each speak to the person who reads them,
each voice sounds the same but says something different.

A piece of music can be interoperated differently;
the composer will speak but ver few will listen.
What some here as love, others hear as hate,
at the end of the day, they’re both filled with passion.

As a musician, a poet, a mathematician;
I see both what is there and what has been missing.
I speak my words in the blink of an eye,
but all too often I fear, I am lost in translation.

With words I say I am misunderstood.
With feelings I thought, well they’re never heard.
If only, if only, you knew how I felt.
I still remember the way that you smelt.

An emotional outlet is easier said;
it brings back the memories you wish that were dead.
So who knows, one day, I might write a song.
If I do, we all know it will just say ‘so long’.

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I wish to feel your touch once more,
but once again it’s just a dorr
to see the things so clear to me,
blind at first but then you’ll see.

This rain won’t wash away the thought.
Each tale is long, not one is short.
A day to you, it seems to me
a week of pain, one day you’ll see.

My words you brush off without a scratch.
I used to think we could be a match;
quite a pair, but I only thought of me.
You’ll have to make it clear, only then will I see. 

Rule of 3.

Do I tell you?
Do I not?
I can feel the ticking of my clock.

Do I take a life?
or take my own?
It’s probably best I’m not left alone.

I believe in love,
but not “meant to be”…
or was this merely my destiny?

It only seemed logical.

Surrounded by people, I’ve never felt more alone.
This place is hell, I just want to die.

Life should not be as painful as this,
but all I can hear is a boo and a hiss.

For someone so smart you should have figured it out.
Everything seems so clear, I barely have a doubt.

But when I think of you and how much you care,
the pain increases, it’s too much to bare.

I need to see your face, just one more time.
Them I’ll be ready to speak my last line. 

Time re-written?

They say you can not re-write time,
so I said I’ll give it a try.
“Time heals all wounds, you’ll be just fine”,
it’s that or I could lie.
For a lie is the truth turned on it’s head,
just like a smile is made from a frown.

A memory will remain the same
until it is recalled.
Every time remembered it will change again
if you knew how much you’d be appalled.
So a memory isn’t recalled, is it?
it’s mealy just imagined. 

So be careful what you said.
Or you’re sure to look the clown.
For a lie is the truth turned on it’s head,
just as a smile is made from a frown. 

A familiar face

I never thought you could do this to me
I never thought it would end this way
But you couldn’t just leave and let me be
You had to come back and it had to be today.

I thought I’d never see your face again
I thought it had gone forever
But here you are, calling my name
You say we’ll be together for ever

I know somewhere in my heart that it’s true
I know I’ll never find a way to leave you
But you find a way to always be here
You’ll always find a way, a way to be near

The Tin Man (this one isn’t exactly a poem as such but a piece of creative thought, so I figured why the hell not put it here)

For me, I am three parts.
my physical, my mental and my emotional.
now each of these parts has a role to play.
my physical telling me my urges, such as eat, drink and rest.
my mental creates my academics, enforces logic and reasoning.
my emotional is my heart, impulsive and driven by lust.

well I’ve always listened to my physical
it keeps me alive and healthy (at times)
it’s helped me to learn and be responsive
it’s never let me down.

my mental side is perfection
it’s always held me in good stead
it’s taught me right from wrong
and it’s never let me down.

now my emotional side is tricky
it’s hurt me and told me lies
it always ends up in a sticky situation
it’s never left me high.

so what do I conclude?
that I need but two parts
my mental and physical
for do they not make a human being?
so in the end I’ll be emotionless
the tin man without a heart.

All I wanted was you

All I wanted was you,
but you looked straight through me.
So I said “boo hoo”
and then brushed it off

All I wanted was you,
but you saw right through me.
You dropped me a clue
but it was barely a cough

All I wanted was you,
but there’s a lack of time,
you even wanted me too
or was that simply a line?

All I wanted was you,
you were perfection at it’s best.
Now your reply is “who?”
to my name being called

All I wanted was you,
you are far from the best.
Just right for me.
You are perfect, no less.   

Blue

How come it’s always me;
wondering if we could be
right up there, in that place,
‘cos every day I see your face.

You look at me and I can’t help but smile,
hoping you’ll stay more than just a little while.
When I’m with you my troubles leave,
but with who I am, it’s hard to believe.

Your laughter echos through my day.
I wish that I could find a way to say
how much you mean to me right now,
but I’ll fuck it up, God knows I know how.

I converse with you so naturally,
nothing is forced and so rapidly
that I’ve grown to care so much for you,
I even know your colour is blue.

I write this not to catch your eye,
but instead to help me try
to find a way to keep you from harm,
I pray that place is under my arm. 

An Angel Falls

An angel falls in the blackest night,
against a wall, no room to fight.
He’ll deny himself all sense of pride,
so in his arms that night I cried.

An angel falls to spark a flame,
dim it burns amongst the rain.
A flame that burns but twice as bright,
a fraction lasts of it’s own light.

An angel falls to walk the Earth.
A human clone, but not by birth.
His mask so deep, I can not see.
Only time will tell and revile to me.

An angel falls but does not know,
his true power that lies below.
my skin so deep it can not hide.
An angel fell, but then it died.

just You.

Your voice it haunts me every day,
but it’s just like a golden ray;
a ray of light straight through my heart,
I don’t lose hope when we’re appart.

Your smell astounds me every time,
just look at me, it’s made me rhyme.
To make me feel so close and warm,
not one thing hurts, it’s just a thorn.

Your eyes…. now what to say?
“shall I compare thee to a summers day”
but no, I can’t as I hate to say
that every time I’ve looked away.

I’ve written some poems but none like this.
When I’m with you it feels like bliss.
Like a turtle caught upon the sand;
you take me in, you hold my hand.

My Story

This is where my story starts.
No food or sleep, just some broken parts
to give away to whom I choose
or here’s a sleeve on which to loose.

So this is where my story pains.
My arms are free yet wrapped in chains.
A beating heart so strong and free,
trapped in a cage for none to see. 

So this is where my story kills.
just one sip with a mouthful of pills
could end it all, right here, right now.
So I’ll say “goodbye” and take my bow.

So this is where my story dies,
a battlefield of truth and lies.
Upon the shore of sand and rock
I hear the ticking of my clock

So this is where my story ends,
on sunset coasts or highway bends
a crystal sky above the sea,
it’s gaze, it stuns, or at least it does me.

And that is all my story is;
one fucked up mess of crap and shizz.
Yet here I am, in one whole piece,
for better, for worse, I’ll rest in piece.

Just questions

How can you kill someone when you’re all that they live for?
How can you poison the very same cure?
To take a life or to give one up?
It’s looking to me like I’ve run out of luck.

A perfect fit, but it’s not a pretty picture.
I could tell you now, but I’m not staying for that lecture.
A faded smile draws brighter on my face,
you don’t have to tell me, I know it’s not a race.

So what can I tell him; that we’ve run out of time?
“Our use by date it over but I’ll be just fine”?

Is it bad?

is it bad to want to be wanted?
is it wrong to hate the word love?
is there truth hidden behind every lie?
it feels right just to want to die.

is it bad to love being loved?
is it wrong to frown with a smile?
is there greed behind every selfless act?
I know that there’s myth behind fact.

Haunted

So this is what it’s like to be haunted.

Haunted by a memory;
a mere suggestion of being.
Haunted by a lyric;
a mere suggestion of thought.

Just one trickle is all it takes to start a flood.

A flood of emotion
can drown out a voice.
A flood of anger
can drown out a heart.

What to say with my words?

You’re on my mind a thousand time.
You’ve made me write a thousand lines.
As passionate as we could be,
it’s plain to see… it’s clear to me.

With no regrets comes a thousand lies.
With one regret comes a thousand ties.
If my heart were in a box
then it would now have a hundred locks.

If only you knew everything,
you wouldn’t really want to sing.
The world continues as I cry,
not one head turns, not even an eye.

Have you ever?

Have you ever felt so bad?
Have you ever just needed to cry?
It’s a situation you’d never understand
until you’ve worn my shoes all through the sand.
As complicated as it can be,
it’s a situation us unique as me.

My life’s been turned right upside down.
It’s turned my smile into a frown.
‘Twas just one person from my past
but sadly it can never last.
For we were never meant to be,
it’s a situation as unique as me.

You didn’t say a word,
you never said a thing.
My heart poured out,
I had to sing.
So with these words I take a breath.
I just pray for a painless….

Have you ever felt so bad?
Have you ever just needed to cry?

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