The government asks us to remember this day, to memorialize it with hashtags and news articles and statues and vigils and sermons and moments of silence, but it dictates what part of the truth we remember. We’re called to remember the police, the paramedics, and the firefighters that put their lives on the line. We give a moment of silence to the thousands lost in the towers that fell, the Pentagon that was hit, and the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania. We’re asked to remember the pain and suffering of those who died, to never forget the trauma our nation endured, and to take pride in the resilience we have as a nation against terror.
And those are good things to remember. But some of us remember some other things that happened on this day.
I am not a professional poet, so; if my beat is off, my grammer is bad, and it’s too sing-songy… I’m very sorry.
Those aren’t exactly my goals when I write this. I write this because I have to. If I kept it inside, I would explode. People are cruel, and I don’t need any more reminder of this if that is what is going through your head. (I will probably respond with another poem anyway… )
If you ARE an english person (English isn’t exactly my first language) and would like to HELP me, do it by private messages. But don’t rip me up here.
Now; about the poem.
This was written at a very rough time in my life, I was in dismay as my first love completely abandoned me. I appeared to take it all in stride at first, so as to protect her feelings, but this poem showed how hurt I really was inside.
One heart cannot make it alone
Time and time it’s proven again
Feelings renewed when you’re gone
When you feel it should be the end
Even though I realized
The heartache was from you,
I just couldn’t let go
I just couldn’t turn back
I just couldn’t start anew,
Because you broken off a piece of my heart,
And made it a part of yours
Instead of both of us sharing one heart,
You seem to end up with more.
When somebody falls in love
Their hearts must be shared
But if one doesn’t get enough,
That means the other doesn’t care
[interlude]
For me it seems
That you ripped at the seams
And tore at the roots
what might have been
In my case you lied
In this you hurt me
Your words cut like a knife
and tears bled from me
I gave you a heart
Already cracked and scarred
And although you didn’t know it,
You drew tears from eyes once starred
Do you know what’s it’s like
To cry because your heart aches
Do you know the feeling of pain
Every time my heart breaks
I looked at my friends
They only added the pain
Every one of them was happy
They only brought it up again
They were all together,
And had been more than I could count
They said “How is it a guy like you
Could be for so long love without?”
[endlude]
You once called me star-crossed
Now I call myself soul lost
Because you feel the price of love
Is too high a cost.
This was written when I was loosing my almost ever-present bouyant personality. It seems strange now, how the person who betrayed me the most boosted me the greatest. I’m forever indepted to her, and yet she hurt me so badly…
Stories for other times.
The poem is a reminder for me now, whenever I’m feeling down, or if I’m loosing my grip. I reminds me not to focus so much on the opposite sex, on stuff, on money, on other people. One simple advice always lifts my spirits: Look Up.
The silence rested in me
I had peace once again
Chaos blinded with the ragged leaves
Brought me to the inevitable end
I released the grip
I ceased to trip
My heart released it’s hold on my ribs and sank back to rest
The storm blew me away
Out of the darkness by the nape of my neck I was flung
Into hurricanes of light
At wonder I looked around and then at myself
And then cringed at the awful sight
I saw the worst things one could imagine
As I stood alone in the air
The light blasted through my soul
and behind me left a filthy shadow hanging there
I looked over
She pointed up
He took my hand
He filled my cup
With ripping iodine
And a searing pain
He scraped away the filth
And flushed it down the drain
“You’re free”
He said, with a gentle smile
I curled and sighed softly,
My timbers shaking as I did
“Just remember that you are not the maker of your gifts” He said with a stern but forgiving smile
And once more my eyes for the millionth time opened their lids
I ventured out into the well-known space
Knowing all too well as I did
the instability of my own footsteps
could only be sure if I stood in the same place He did.
Last night I had a dream that was too real for me to handle. It took over my entire being, and engulfed me in a longing for that dream to simply be true.
It might be, given that 85% of my dreams turn into Deja Vu.
….unless I talk about them….
Last night, I dreamt Caroline walked up me, and pressed a note into my palm. IT was thick, many sheets folded many many times. It was scented, as her letters always had been. Not purposely, of course, that was just way she smelled.
I knew immediately it was a dream, not because of the emotion I was getting from her (I usually wake myself up from revulsion if I have dreams about her loving me) but because of mental imagery that kept flashing up.
A sequence kept playing over and over. We planted a small tree together, by a small brook. She rips it up, and walks off. I sob over the ruined tree for a while, and then lift it up and walk slowly away. She eventually returns and looks at the hole in the ground where the tiny tree once stood.
This played over and over; a dream within a dream.
I slid open the letter, and read the first few lines. It was heartfelt, not simple, not flippant. It was the Caroline I knew.
She looked deeply at me, and apologized. It was so strong, I almost forgave her immediatly. I couldn’t contain the emotion, turned away, and told her I would read it. She departed, leaving me clutching the letter.
Then I woke up.
I sat in the dim morning light, looking at my hands where moments before I had the letter that would have given the answers to all my turmloil. It was gone. I could still feel the paper on my fingers.
I could have at that point fallen back to sleep and began to read the letter. But I held back. I don’t want to live in a fantasy. All I wanted was real love.
The dream hit me so hard, I checked out some old poetry I had written for her.
Under the sparkling bridge
I wondered to the stars
Could I steal you from myself?
Could I really go that far?
What if I could meet you all over again
See you from a distance and move to be your friend
Begin a relationship with the hopes of never end
And then give as much love as I have within me to spend.
What if I could see your eyes for the first time filled with joy once again
When I told you it was only you that I adored
And what if I could see your smile brand new again
The first time I ran ahead and caught the door
What if I could taste the first kiss on your cheek again
And look into you eyes during a starry night hoping it would never end
What if I could receive once more the letters that you the first time send
What if I could find all over, my first found, best found, always friend.
I love you enough to steal you away
From myself so I could love you all over again
And if I could have my own way,
I would keep you happy and each moment would never end
But now when I look into your eyes
And I hear the sound of your voice
And how all the little moments added up to this
And how each hug grew stronger, each short moment grew longer, And I realize that this is something that I could not miss
Because the present is more beautiful than anything in the past
And if God is willing the future is more beautiful still and creates something that lasts
So live in the present
And remember times recorded above
And hope for the future
And You I will always Love.
Written when I was almost in tears waiting to be loved; simply begging for someone who took an interest in me, who cared for the strange person I was, and would be interested in finding out more about me.
I’ve discovered that someone who fits perfectly with me is incredibly hard to find, but also realized that if I wanted to find them, they would be looking for someone who would care for them.
Thus, the conclusion to my turmoil, and the production of the poem.
How do you show Love
When you care for someone so much
How can you think straight
When they love you just as much
How can you feel cold
With so much warmth inside
How can you feel alone
When someone is always by your side
How can you feel stress
With someone to calm your fears
How can you be frightened of growing old
With someone who is there for years
How can you be silent
When everything in you shouts with gladness
How can feel sorrow
With someone who dries every sadness
How can you cry
When the tears won’t come
How can you wear anything but a smile
When happiness from them comes
* * * * *
So how can anyone be sad
If you do the same
How can anyone not know where to go
When it begins to rain
How can anyone feel alone
If you are their friend
How can anyone feel frustrated
When you’re with them to the end
How can anyone feel left out
If you always include them in
How can anyone not care
When you care so deep within
How can you refuse
The greatest tool from above
How is it possible
Not to show love?
This poem was written last summer, it was a gift. I guess it shows what must have been fundamentally wrong with the relationship. She accepted the gift, but not the Life in a Sunbeam.
yes, this poem is sappy.
yes, it’s romantic.
yes, it’s idealistic.
but if you can’t relate to it, I weep for you.
You can call me simple
For wishing on a stars above
You can tell my I’m crazy
For believing in true love
But I can’t help living in a dreamworld
That’s just the way I am
I can’t help looking on the bright side
Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to stand
Being
without
You.
I live for every moment
Memorize every trace of a smile
Because I’m so scared of losing you
And have only that memory to push me
one
more
mile
So join me in this fantasy land
Be with me a dreamer of dreams
For life gives us only one luxury
Life in the glow of a Sunbeam.
This poem was chopped up to heck when I first wrote it, but I decided it didn’t read smoothly enough, so I put it in this format. I hope you like it.
Love Alone was written out of sad frustration.
Repeatedly I have been told that one can not live on love alone. “Who’s going to put food on the table? Who’s going to put a roof over your heads? Who’s going to keep you safe? Not love.”
I, however, STILL believe in true love, and I believe love surpasses all things.
ALL THINGS.
Some critics would say, “ok, fine. So you’ll be in love. You’ll starve her and yourself to death.”
I disagree. You see, if you love someone, you’ll want to take care of them. AND (not too many people realize this one) if you know they care about you, you’ll take care of yourself so as not to cause them heartache by letting yourself be harmed. There IS such a thing as selfless love, but commiting suicide does not fall in that category. Suicide is selfish. Dying for love is another matter.
Anyhow, it was Caroline who posed these questions to me, “what about money, our different races, our different age, our different cultures, languages, family backgrounds, wealth…”
And this was my responce. If love is full blown, nothing else matters.
Nothing.
It’s not going to work it out on it’s own, no.
But it will help motivate you to really care.
One cannot live on love alone
The statement does fairytales dethrone
Rendering couples to each their own
Changing elation to a war zone
One must live up to the standard of cash
Where one is revered by how much they can stash
With glory for riches, with hatred for trash
And a man can be broken by stock market crash
One cannot live on love alone
Until one’s heart is completely full grown
The most enduring muscle man has known
With a compassion capacity seldom shown
One must be beautiful, handsome and strong
Always be right, but not afraid to be wrong
Be strong in the head, but not quite headstrong
One who never follows, but always comes along
One cannot live on love alone
For love is fatal unless by the other one shown
One cannot love with love alone
For one cannot give away what they do not own
One must be cordial, curt and polite
Never to boring, but always a delight
As sharp as steel and keenly as bright
With the reputable standing of a shining knight
One cannot live alone on love
But no one can alone live on all the above
Only these lived through the Power above
Can result in any shade of complete true love
Though one can always give their best
Never loose hope or let their guard rest
Always be strong and never be stressed
Remember each is human, and each is equally blessed
One cannot live on love alone
But two can live when that love is shown
Though two can love, they must not love alone
For Gods love, like our love, is strongest full blown.
Thanks so much to :devsot67: for helping me learn rhythm for this one.
This is a NEW poem, I just wrote it a couple days ago after shuffling through my old poetry folder and finding nothing relating what I was feeling.
I’m simply entertaining a daydream with the poem, it’s not particularly written to anyone save my future wife.
I didn’t really have anyone in mind; just simply wishing I did.
I hope you enjoy itl
I want to sail breakfast
Far along the coast
Scent pines in our breath
Spiced with French toast
Feel the sun glow on your skin
Feel a love that’s never been
Let the seas swing you to sleep
Slumber with feeling too deep
I want to glance into your eyes
And never be deceived
I want to plummet into love
And know you’ll never leave
I want to show you forever
With nothing left to hide
I want to realize our dreams
And have you by my side
Watch the sun bloom
Over turquoise oceans
Feel our days blend
Destiny circumfornean
See the fish race by our ship
See the sail in full-blown rip
See the waves thunder the land
Let us see life hand in hand
Set our anchor in the cove
Don our snorkels and our masks
Glide above the glimm’ring reefs
Sharing smiles across the glass
Dancing close on starlit sand
As if it were our debut
After a million times
That I had danced with you
I want to pull the mast down
Weathering ferocious storms
Letting Chopin sing to us
Lighting candles; staying warm
I want to sit up with you
After we’ve gone to bed
Telling you soft sweet stories
As I cradle your head
I want to sail with you
To a land forevermore
Slide smoothly to eternity
And beach upon it’s shores.
Fen Xin means literally “Divided Heart” (thanks, ), though I used it for a slightly different definition than Stephen did.
I’m confused as to what was really true in the past; whether Caroline lied to me or not. I don’t know. You see, one of the last things she said to me was that every time she had said “I love you.”, she had never really meant it.
But, I don’t know how much truth there was to that. It leaves me wondering which was the lie.
Anyhow, back to the poem.
It’s an experimental style for me; pure rhythm. This poem can actually be done as a rap, which I may do later.
The title (Fen Xin) is meant to be read as part of the poem.
I engineered it a bit more than is originally apparent, though… its deceptivly simple.
When you read it through the first time, you’ll probably read it straight down like you read any other poem. And it makes sense that way. The rhyming and story fit.
However, try reading the 1st line in each paragraph, and then the 2nd, and so on. You’ll see it tells a much more complete story.
I did this on purpose; because the truth can be taken two ways.
Fen Xin
Stolen soul
Gaping pool
Ancient scar
Stiletto mist
Half hole
Lovestruck ghoul
Winter star
Silent kiss
Unseen tear
Life unfair
Stolen right
Waning moon
Deafened ear
Undone pair
Soft goodnight
Far too soon
Shiny eyes
Heart of ice
Drawing close
Never again
Romantic vice
Unthrown rice
Living ghost
Lost Friend
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