Farewell to a constellation
Of regret, but mostly memory
And memory cherished.
No night without dreaming
And I dream,
I dream of naught.
No stars without darkness,
No morning I sought.
And to say goodbye to
Friends become family
And family become blood bought.
How quickly I forget
How quickly the memory runs cold and blameless.
How quickly I’m forgot
And we remember that this is meaningless.
Posted in Personal
Tagged blood, constellation, darkness, family, forget, forgot, friends, goodbye, leave, memory, poem, poetry, regret, star
There’s a past and there’s a future,
There’s a way to hell and back.
Between burning lines.
The bridges, they have fallen,
And there is no turning back.
The smoke screen blinds these eyes.
I now have a future,
That you can’t destroy,
With a touch of your hand,
On my hand…
You have been a horrible wonder,
And I’ve been waiting at a distance so long.
You have made an awful old scene.
I don’t regret my choices,
You horrible wonder.
There’s a secret in the falling,
And the way to pain is paved,
With the heartbeat of lies.
I wanted to,
I let myself.
I let myself be decieved.
Now I’ve finally woke up.
You have been a horrible wonder
I ask if you’ve loved me at all.
The bridge back to you is lying in ashes,
My dreams likewise in cinders,
You horrible wonder.
Posted in Life (or something like it)
Tagged bridge, burn, cinder, dream, Future, heartbeat, hell, lie, pain, path, poetry, regret
A rememberance of flight.
That fatal turn right,
Another mistake made,
A wing broken that day.
No regret, they paid no price,
And said nothing of their vice.
One, two, three times flown and this
They thought ignorance was bliss.
Now regret the currency of what they owe,
Perhaps caution, next time, is what they’ll show.
Overwhelming to the point of breaking.
This last thought, the straw, broke the camels back.
A grief so heavy, such life force taken.
The strength to go on is something he lacks.
How long to remember? How long to hold?
What would be different if known what was last?
Now to sit and watch the wreckage unfold.
He crumbles and more so than others, fast.
A preposterous idea proposed:
“Maybe, just maybe.” he hears himself say,
And looking up to the sky, his eyes closed,
Asking if he’ll see her again one day.
All at once he screams, for he does not know,
Awakening those who await below.
Posted in From the shadows, Sonnets
Tagged crumble, death, lost, love, poetry, regret, remember, scream, sonnet, sorrow
In the wake of the profane,
Clouds were darkened, skies were grey.
The price she paid, the cost was pain.
When time wasted the day away.
Lost minutes and hours, lost moments,
They are the waters of this sea, and
Vast is this ocean oblivion blows in.
Beneath these waves, cast so much she,
Can hardly remember anything.
Having followed the profane,
Now left bits and scraps not sane.
One of her many rewards: regret.
The reason why, not remembering,
She succeeded to forget.
He was feeling rather thin ,
And somewhere that he,
Regretted fitting in.
It didn’t take too long to see,
That enduring the pain within,
Was sometimes necessary.
Unable to go back
He continues on,
Using the joy he lacks,
To sing his sorry song,
The pain keeps him on track.
It reminds him of where he belongs.
Unis peancino clesevenos annoseotheri.
One pain lessens another.
And these are the pains that we,
Must endure to protect each other,
And provide for our families,
While we bleed for our brothers.
I’m sorry I left you.
I’m sorry I lied.
I’m sorry I forgot.
I’m sorry you cried.
I didn’t mean to hurt you,
I wish I would’ve tried,
To give you what you needed,
I’m sorry we died.
I wish I would’ve stayed.
I know we could’ve made it,
But I left you alone,
And didn’t try to save it.
I sorry for all the
Things I didn’t say.
I’m sorry I left you
Waiting that day.
I’m sorry I made you cry.
I wish I would’ve said goodbye.