Category Archives: Life (or something like it)

As Searchings Go


The searching’s slow,
As searchings go.
Moonrise does naught to slow
The ebb and flow
When one fails to find
What the shore has left behind.
Though who leaves who
When the waves leave first
And the shore remains to question you.
Alas the land that never goes
Here I stand and I shall see
If the sand shall go before me.
When washed away with the tide, we,
Become who we’re meant to be
And swimming back through the storm
To discover ourseleves waiting ashore.

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She Doesn’t Know

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She doesn’t know that I have seen her scars and
I have spent sleepless nights wondering how she got them.
More than a road map to pain, her blue eyes hide the tears they say
And there will never come a day where I can ask about them.
Her world is upside down, and he is there beside her.
All Of her restless nights, he sings sleepily to her.
I can’t tell if she’s still cold, I watch outside of this window,
She’s upside down, does she know, that I will wait for her?
There is no secret why she always wears her long sleeves
They all know and look away, all of them but me.
We both have the same scars, I know their roots may be different,
It’s been a long time since we could be called innocent.
Maybe one day she’ll see me and maybe one day she won’t.
Just maybe she’ll see how each of us, were broke.

A Rock in the Tide


Each rolling wave, away it takes,
A different part, for its own sake.
Watching the tide come and go,
Watching the sand shift to and fro.
On my rock by the shore
I observe the sand.
Though I’m cold
I have no envy for the warm land.
On my rock I observe the ebb and flow.
Here I am safe
From where the tide decides to go.

A Burning of Roses

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Burning roses by the sea,
A fragrant smoke that all can see.

A child plays in the rising tide.
Its mother, her fears, in God doth confide.

A beautiful thing, burnt, no more.
Priceless lives we all adore.

Courage to go into the waves
Does nothing for one who waits on the shore.

Into Dreaming

I would ask if you’ve been dreaming,
Throughout the night and past the dawn,
But your tired eyes, they tell me
Of what I’ve suspected all along.
Follow me past the twilight
To listen to the days last song.
Into this dreaming I’ll assure you,
Of all the things that didn’t go wrong.

Let it settle and breathe easy,
Think not of the dust that followed us here.
Follow me, my eyes see clearly,
The fog is nothing, do not fear.
Daylight dims. Close your eyes and see,
Do not worry what may appear.
In your dreams still I’m beside you
And always to make a path clear

The Colors Out of Shadow

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Colors out of shadow reminded him of her face,
Which time in its indifferent boredom has tried to erase.
Her eyes stared at him, or did they look away?
There is no penance for this regret that I would be able to pay.
She left behind shadows and took with her his heart.
That was the last thing with which he would depart.
And just like that, there he stood with nothing left to lose.
His foolish pride and selfishness were the cause he did conclude.
Now every night before sleeping, the shadows meet his gaze.
There he hopes to see the colors that remind him of her face.

To Sleep Alone

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I cannot sleep alone,
Here on the floor and dreaming.
With no one here beside me warm,
With no one here now breathing.
I cannot hear the breath you take.
“Come back!” The void hears, screaming.
And with a final sigh defeated
I resign. My heart stops beating.
Cursed to go on living in unrequited love,
Here I’ll stay.
No one will hear me breathing.