The One With the Stronger Will

Yes, every fiber of my body screams

Do it, my heart demands

Please, for me, whispers hope

 

These demands disturb my thoughts

They call history and the spoken word

This is futile they argue

 

Some allies say go for it

Others say don’t you dare

One sees hope, the other pain

 

Act quickly or lose your chance

Or go slow, don’t take risks

Which side wins the battle?

What's the point in having doors in a house made of glass?

Although our paths untwined

To each other we stayed devote  

Perhaps this was meant to be

To avoid future gauche

 

Our connection breaks social norms

Other don’t understand

Our Irrational Magnetism

We draw closer and closer

While looking farther away

How long till we hit

And our forced to acknowledge  

 

When a spoken word comes alive for the first time

Not a lack of thought

Or bitter holding back

 

Some days a happy break

Others weary defeat

 

Craving to say more

Or content with what’s been spoken

 

From some I can draw from

A few I feel full

 

But most leave boredom in their wake

Consumed by their petty lives

 

By waste precious words

On such trivial things

Whether Those of Wisdom, Love or Hate

A set number of words

I give each day

To be taken as they will

 

If by the end of the day

You find an empty tin

Then silence you will receive

 

Please do not grow in anger

For your time will come

When my words for you will flow

 

Each day does not hold

The same type of words

 

Invisible Man

On the trail towards growth

Old pain dug up

And constant echoes ring

 

I never thought they’d come again

Yet the don’t slow me down

Although still catching me off guard

 

More and more as time passes

The ghosts of old actions

Even in places untouched

 

Still reaching with dead hands

To hold to metamorphic life

It falls through opaque fingers

 

It imbues my life with sorrow

Now all that I imbibe

Filling hollow bowels

To The One Who's Always Cherished You

Our love is hoary

Yet you are not ignominious

 

A new idea has come to light

That you grew in six months’ time

To appreciate platonic love

 

Passion rages yes

But we are so young

Innocent to worldly pleasure

 

Yet this is what youth crave

Not available companionship

Or blossoming intellect

 

Maybe a malevolent touch

Or halls of empty silence

Have opened leaden eyes