“MAYBE”

To know that you love someone, but to have that someone make you doubt that love for that someone is very confusing. When you know what you feel in your heart but it appears to another that what’s in your heart isn’t really real is even more confusing. So what is it that is felt then? Are you saying that this is make believe or a mere game called “Pretend?” Or is this that other game called “Manipulation?” Are you enjoying feeling you’re in control? Am I simply a puppet you like dangling from strands of string? You know, maybe it’s you that have misinterpreted the meaning of love. Maybe it is you who’s mind is twisted and confused. Maybe it is you that’s struggling to receive or accept love. Maybe I’ve just uncovered the truth. MAYBE, just maybe!

“Get Yourself Together”

​You cannot possibly run forever,

So you may as well get yourself together,

Inspite of the storm and the outpouring of rain,

As well as the heartache and the gut wrenching pain,

You best well get yourself together,

I mean, eventually things will get better.

Thinking Thoughts

Emotions flowing profusely,
Pouring out and flooding my brain,
Tears dropping plankity plank,
Down my face like the splattering rain,
Thoughts are trying to be thought,
While questions needing answers are sought,
In my moment of deep agonizing despair,
Into the far distance I gaze out and stare,
Thinking thoughts that are merely blank,
Painting pictures with no need of paint,
Spaced out and far gone into the depth of somewhere,
Moving here and about but not even going anywhere,
Thoughts rushing to form words a mile a minute,
Running its designated course trying to reach an ultimate finish.

(C) 2016

“It Wasn’t Yours To Have”

To quick to trust in someone,
To quick to want to see the best in everyone,
To eager to be welcoming and kind,
To eager to lay it all out on the line,
To impatient to see the warning signs,
To naive to realize what was lurking in your eyes,
And so, you stole the virtue from within the mere depth of me,
And you knocked the wind outside which was inside of me,
You took from me that which was not yours to have,
It really happened so abrupt, so quick and oh so fast,
Even days later I feel sick and dirty, misused and abused,
I feel ashamed and embarrassed, and oh so confused,
Yet I blame myself, it is on me to bear,
Because I opened the door to this and ignored the warnings there,
Oh If I could turn back the hands of time,
I would not make the mistake of bypassing the warning signs!

“Going The Distance”

There she lay brittle and so hungry inside,
Hungry for the love she needs, yet can never seem to find,
Through valley’s high and through valley’s low,
Over hurdles here and hurdles there she will go,
Going the distance tired, broken down and damn near defeated,
Searching to find that tangible thing to stop her heart from bleeding,
Yet it seems so very far and beyond her reach,
That she’s near ready to throw in the towel… Give up… and Retreat,
Just to embrace love… That is what she so desperately need,
Love is the power that would break the chains and set her free,
Yet… Through Valley’s high and through Valley’s low,
And over Hurdles here and Hurdles there she will go,
Going the distance to find that missing puzzle piece,
Searching for that special “peace” to make her life complete.

©2015

“Nights Like This”

Nights like this I wish raindrops would fall,
For I’d be sleeping peacefully at the downpouring of the rainfall,
Insomnia would have to quickly vacate the premises,
And anxiety would quickly flee,  dissipate and diminish,
Yet the last few nights have been a blissful delight,
But for some reason things have shifted in the opposite direction tonight,
Maybe my body knows my time off is nearing an end,
You know and maybe my mind feels the sudden need to pretend,
That life starting again on Monday morning isn’t really real,
That maybe I can escape the day just at the turning of a wheel,
To turn right means go, yet to turn left means stay,
I wish sometimes I had the power to write the outcome of each day,
Nevertheless, nights like this I really wish raindrops would fall,
But it’s no point in wishing any longer because here chimes my alarm,
Saying it’s time to get up now and start this day,
And I thank you GOD for another day, before the return of Monday.

© 2015