I wish I met my old girlfriend again. Maybe on the train. Only for a perhaps a moment to remind me how I was, I’m more certain of what I wanted back then. I’d like to see the kind of beautiful that I was so sure of.
Mother said to never stare… So I look away; Such a beautiful face on the train, a shame to be only an intermittent glance; It is so there might not be a chance: That I might become lost. It is so I might wish for more than you. Shame to be only an intermittent glance; …
The portrait of you: I never finished; unable to… the portrait of you; lies there Still, in a windswept studio Upon the easel, alone. Where I left you. The boatman leads me now across the river Styx. I think of my path back; up through the walkway from behind the sandy beach, over the road, …
Words cannot tell enough. Oh words! My thoughts are within cell walls. Words cannot feel enough. Oh words! my mind is held captive; confined, fighting, yearning, gasping to fly, to be free to release to breath like the birds in the sky. Or the wind in the trees. Words fall short; to describe thee.
She said she always wanted her boyfriend to be adventurous. That’s the problem with some woman. Maybe all woman. They want you to become someone you’re not, what they want. I think that this eventually happens a lot in relationships. Maybe that’s why people change. I seem to think it’s because relationships seem to be …
Commander, I yearn to be great. What will become my fate? I Crack the fire, whip the beast, ride the stallion! Burn, burn, the burning rage that drives me. Oh Sea, sea, never mind the endless depths of my despair. Of the unknown I did fear, oh my folly! I shall rise like the Phoenix …
The shades and hues of happiness are few. Greater is the palette of sadness. An artist. Man; paints his life as he stands and watches the ocean before him; a picture painted. Many happinesses he has had. Only a broad faded stroke it makes; Familiarity fades with time; Greater is the palette of sadness. With …
I think of her. That is all. I resist, yet…; For ’tis a dangerous state. to have a gap like this. Empty. Yet Willing. A seemingly missing part. It is to remain unfulfilled. Unrequited. Still; A beautiful desire.
I have a pain in my side,a roman spear or spider’s bite. A damage, a carnage, an infected site. A tender wound in this silent night;
Two minds collide, yours and mine, how we try to define these feelings inside. I’ll fated this outcome it seems. A tragedy. If only you were and if only I were, in a time we both could be, this dream would no be so melancholy. Alas, ’tis not so. The tragedy of two, me and …