Playing Around

It's like he was falling,
down
down
down
down
and somewhere in
the middle they met
up
up
up
up
and she was coming,

*This isn't really a poem I just like fooling around with the words and shapes.

Bullet Hole

Is this invisible?
My red heart.
Is this invisible to you?
Something broken in two?
The pieces at your feet.
It's your choice now,
for how could someone pick up the pieces of
their heart without having the heart to do it?
Two pieces that were once a whole.
I am now nothing but a dead soul.
But could I be your dead soul?
It's your choice now,
pick up my pieces or
leave me with this gaping bullet hole.

"But where's the key?"

Anxiety built upon society.
In an never ending torrent.
"...will you?"
"...have you?"
"...can you?"
Anxiety banished by a sercret society.
With locked up gates.
"...I will."
"...I have."
"...I can."
but can you find the key?
This anxiety built upon society.
With little or no sobriety.
Banished by a secret society.
But where's the key?

My Butterfly's

butterfly's in the sand.
purple on blue on gold.
It's my butterfly's on golden sand.
The sun beats down and the waves still
crash but do the butterfly's fly?
There my butterfly's on sand.
The rain pours down and the
butterfly's flutter.
Do butterfly's only flutter in the rain
or do they ever hope for sunshiny days.

When the time runs still...

So it's like i'm waiting for a prochecy to fufill.
So it's like i'm waiting for it too stop raining and for the
sun to come shining through.
It's like i'm waiting for you to relize what you've got,
before the time runs out.
Cause when the clock starts ticking time.
It'll will fly by and still only
when you have the chance to look again you'll miss what you had before.
So take the time to glance and think and wonder what you'll have when that time runs still.

It's one path...

It's one path with a million different roads.
You could run and I could walk slow.
But it's one path with a million different roads.
Were all going towards the end but you might have skipped and
I might have slipped and lost you in the distance.
It's one path with a million different roads, i could walk to the left
and you to the right but no matter which way I turn I lose you in sight.
So i'll run just to catch your hand and with you we could walk the path with a million
different roads as one.

It's like were waiting...

It's like were waiting for the same train.
But i'm in New York and your in Spain.
Your are six hours in lead but those six
hours could be six years to me.
So it's like were waiting for the same train.
But I know your's is coming first.
I could probably catch up but it might take me those
six years to find you again. Cause you always had the lead.
And now your gone and I still wait cause those six hours,
are now six years and i'm lost within my tears.

Holding Hands

Holding hands on a patience sidewalk where the time we take takes not toll.

But where your eyes take my soul.
Loving you has never taken my good time away.
But made it more than it was once before.


Here's a short little poem that would be good in a hallmark card!:P

Unstable, unattainable love

Unstable and unattainable love.
The floor seems to shake and my heart seems to quake when
you enter the room.
But love seems to brake and my heart seems to shake when I think of losing your touch.
Take me once under your wing, but a wing that won't break when it touches tears.
Tears that come from eyes that cry, tears that speak only truth.
These tears that only reach for love but love that it can never reach.

Broken Hearted Dolls

broken hearted dolls,
with sad blue eyes.
No matter how they try the can't grow in size,
so someone once would notice them.
Sitting in the dust.
There the only proof of living trust.
broken hearted dolls.
Cry sounds in the night but only tears roll.
Broken hearted dolls
need someone to love.