Rebirth

Cold. Quiet. Black.
Nothing stirs,
Nothing lives,
The charred remains
Scatter.

Obsolete. Bleak. Despair.
Emptiness alone
Could break
The tired soul
Completely.

Hope. Doesn't. Exist.
Or so
It seems.
Could that be
Light?

Hinting. Peaking. Growing.
Slowly now,
Increasingly so,
The light is
Spreading.

Bright. Strong. Blinding.
Siezing pieces.
Begin rebuilding.
The world is
Healing.

Life. Love. Peace.
Calm serenity
Teaming life
Newly discovered love
Reigns.

Healing

My heart is pounding,
beating, pulsing, throbbing
to the same rhythmic tune.
It echoes back what I already know
and defines it into something pure.
It has no word,
no definition to constrain,
yet it is still understood.
It causes my quiet glow
that lurks in all I do,
the cause of my never-ending smile.
It makes my heart gallop in delight,
singing to the universe and back.
It is,
without a doubt,
My love for you.

Change of Existence

You.
What to say of you?
My world was dead
before you entered my life
yet now I am blinded
by the beauty you've shown me.
Life?
It'll never be the same.
I feel I've lived a half existence until
now.
Do you know why?
It's because of
YOU.

Life

Seeping water breathes
Across an enclosed seed
Lying beneath the surface.
A weary eye opes
To see the rising sun,
And, slowly uncurling,
Rises toward the light
Spreading out to receive
Loving rays of life.

Time

Time
A dispersion of meaningless
Empty measurements.
It can't be contained
Nor can it be held.
Time is nothing -
Just a quiet lie
To push through life.

Free Association Writing

So here's what happened. I decided that I would try out Freud's idea of free association writing. Well, it came out pretty interesting and fairly intense, but a lot of it was poetry of sorts. It was very thought provoking to me and maybe you'll find it the same. So I have decided that I will share a portion of it with you. I've changed the spelling errors but other than that I'm typing it exactly as I wrote it.

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invisible motion to be lost in thought of great artistic memory yet forgotten by bittersweet love to turn to greed anger and hate

what comes now is as impassive as dark night always watching but never seeing never believing tragedy

what lies in words but can't be found might as well drown as the poet speaks literal words of death to be forgotten once more on tragic memory

what of me do you seek? a lost tangle of lies and deceit

better to end up dead than in someone else's bed

so hurt burned charred disgraced but never again to win a race

you'll never know never feel never see what it is to make me me

these cuts that grow blood will bring new life for only life can come from death only death from life

do you like what you see? this tragic mystery on love's death bed? heart grew cold as stone when left alone. can't love, can't breathe can't feel and there's nothing left to feel

you're dead now and you can feel it the empty tears of nothing froze you, too too long I've lived too long I've died and never been seen by you nor I I'm broken beyond repair

maybe he can see that

do you know? i know you feel something isn't right. maybe drugs or parasites

he's being eaten alive from the inside and we both know he'll never survive without your or I

but he lies hurts us breaks us makes us cold again and never can we be the same again

love him we do, we'll never stop but trust is yet a different thing for that can easily pass

don't read into the words as literal truth but find the secrets written behind. awaken and read and you will see what is left of you and me.

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Again, that's only a piece of what I wrote. It came out pretty interesting to me so I decided it was worth sharing. =]

Lovers

That soft, tingly feeling,
the one created by your hand,
eases my being
to quiet slumber.

My head rests
soundlessly
on your warm shoulder
as you caress my face again.

Love,
that's what it boils down to.
I will never release
this epic feeling of hope.

The Liar

I lie,
I know I do.
My lie is simple -
my lie is that I'm okay.

My being radiates joy
but it is merely the costume
-the prop-
for the play.

My sorrow runs deep
and my lie only covers
surface space.
You only see the lie.

I want to heal,
to be honest again,
but I don't know how
to make the lie the truth.

Companionship to heal my heart,
or something to come from within
or maybe a needed closure
with the creator,

the one who makes me lie.
I lie to hid my broken heart,
the heart that can't seem to heal,
but I lie to say I'm okay.

It makes me sad
to see you believe,
but maybe it would hurt more
if you were to know the truth.

Falling For You

Passion, desire, loneliness,
Yes, I understand
I know you feel it, too.
The physical pain
Only worsens
As I find myself
pining
After you.

I think I love you.
Did you notice?
I fall for you
Faster and harder
With every passing day.
It's killing me.
-I'm dying-
To be away from you.

It's your touch,
I think,
That makes me believe
That you may actually
Love me
Too.
-I'm still dreaming-
Are we meant to be?

Broken

You cut me deep,
Deeper than you know.
Most days I forget
-You hardly matter now-
But it's the times like now
That the pain comes back
the hardest

I'm hurting.
I still don't understand.
What made the hate?
You said you never loved me.
-I hope that's a lie-
But I wonder how that can be true.
All I ever did was for you.

I don't understand.
I don't think I ever will.
You hate me now.
What can I do?
I gave you everything
-"Stupidly," is what you'd say-
I thought I knew you...

I guess I was wrong.
I suppose I'll go forgotten,
Left to fade like a bad dream.
I want to say I don't care,
But I can't lie anymore.
I want to cry
-There's no tears left to shed-