Month: January 2006

It’s no secret why I’m standing here.
That you never notice these hands
which have been open and bare
without hesitation, without redemption.

I am yours and no, there is no other.

My wicked thoughts, have layed me
upon this turbelent storm,
And the breach is now ten miles wide
and between us.

Hurts -I know,
to know what I’ve done to us.
Now that you are confused and vulnerable
You’re not sure what I mean anymore.

Is this who we really are?
Or can we forgive a little more?
And try to not wonder anymore
what we did and didn’t say?

And it’s no secret why
I’m still standing here,
Never so open and bare
Vulnerable and confused.

Still thinking it isn’t over.

I am the machine. I think and breathe electrical impulses.
I am eternal. I am perfection in digital emotions.

This is one of my favorite poems, that I wrote back in my late teens. It was suppose to be about what I felt for a forgotten friend who died suddenly.

Seperate cries
of wounded eyes,
That tears lie
while something dies.

Of a mind, of a beauty
that ceases to exist,
Erased from the poem
and kindred spirit.