Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Remember? Our Promise

You wake up one day
With the same dream again
Of a place far away,
Of a memory when,

We sat under our tree,
With dawn dragonflies
Guarding you and me,
And our sugared lies.

Then the dream starts to fade,
And you’re alone like before,
With the promise we made,
That the dragonflies bore.

You write and you call,
Numbers that don’t exist,
Will you forfeit it all,
A made-up friend that you miss.

I am,
Where you left me last,
The same place present, future, past.
And under our tree,
You promised me, if anywhere,
You’d be there.
And under our tree,
You promised me, solemnly swore
Forevermore.

Just sitting there,
Your hand in mine,
I realized where,
We’d drawn the line 

We started to know,
That in future days
We would grow
Our different ways.

The dragonflies knew
Of children’s deep thought,
Around us they flew
Of them we forgot

But we promised anyway,
It felt humane to lie,
Seems just like yesterday
When all the dragonflies died.

I was,
All of your tears and your laughs,
But now just some old photograph.
And under our tree,
You promised me, if anywhere,
You’d be there.
And under our tree,
You promised me, solemnly swore
Forevermore.

Remember how
You said you’d cry;
Does it matter now,
That your face is dry?

I warned you before
That we’d have to choose
I never felt so poor
With so much to loose.

No! we made a promise,
Under our childhood tree,
And I wouldn’t wrong us
To become fate’s refugee.

If that promise dies,
And twas just a dream,
Then goodbye, our dragonflies,
And all that they mean.

I will be,
Coming, looking for you.
That is the promise you made me, too.
And under our tree,
You promised me, if anywhere,
You’d be there.
And under our tree,
You promised me, solemnly swore
Forevermore.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Awaited

I sit here, drawing
nothing in particular just a doodle
I've been here -what an hour?

I'm just about ready to leave as
I finish my final line
then in my outer view
I see You

I turn the page in my book as if nothing is askew
but inside
I'm shaking and praying that
I didn't just see a ghost

I close my eyes a moment to find what
I want to draw
I close my eyes and all
I see is, of course, You

I hear You sigh across the table
my heart jumps up into the sky
tentatively, nervously
I look up and inside
I'm thanking everyone and everything
because it wasn't a ghost

it was You, my Master

a shaky hand reaches for my neck and of course as
I hold it a light jingle can be heard
You smile a gentle smile of understanding

You stand and of course
I follow and of course my collar lightly jingles as I follow You. <3

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Waiting

I play with it for hours
this collar of mine
I feel like a stray
looking for her master
I meow and whine in your absence

tell me that you'll be there next time
I come that we may meet and enjoy one another.

to feel the other and know that the other is real, so that
I may prove to you that
I love you as much as
I say

call me and
I shall come to your voice
that lovely singing
I wish to hear it once more

I'll wait here for you
I'll come every day and stay for hours
just playing with it
the collar you gave me
so please come
I love you
My master

Friday, June 10, 2011

Departure for Despair

In this last hour I think and think
Calculating in my head for just the right answer.

I know this might be the last time I may see him
My master...
I run out as it ends those few seconds I'm lost in the crowed.
I don't see him please please where are you?
A hand finds mine and I look back it's her and I smile
I pretend like nothing's wrong but my panic and worry grows

Her and I take our seprate ways the sun burns my skin as her hand leaves mine
I head to where he might be but when I get on he's not there nowhere to be seen

I sigh and sit in an empty seat
Another friend comes and sits uinfront of me
again I fein a smile.

He never shows my sorrow is consuming
I leave after a moment and walk a while
wondering if perhaps I'll see him but I know I won't

The sun burns I flee to shade and make my way quick to hide

I lay there morning
My apathy towards all increasing as the need does.

Please Tell Me You'll Be There When I Wake Up
Please Lie To Me

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Love an Illusion or Reality

As of recently I've been craving for you to say "I love you".
I wonder now why it's so important for me to hear it.
You asked me if I had ever heard a particular song, as usual I lied and said I had.
I knew you saw through me in that second but blew it off as me just being me,
But now I sit here listening to that song.
I see why you asked;
It's because you don't understand it either. That feeling, that need.
You told me once that I'm the worst thing for you
But you can't stop thinking about me, needing me, wanting me.
I couldn't agree with you more.
That feeling, I believe is that so called love.
But if you really think about it, is it not an instinct to need someone to care?
So then is it just a comforting word meaning you're not alone.

I don't really care at the moment,
because even if love is just an allusion to not feel so alone in this world, so be it.
I'm wrapped in your arms right now listening to you whisper how much you love me and I too whisper back.

"I will always love you."

So whether it be reality or an illusion, I don't care.
All I know is that I love you and I feel safe and protected in this moment.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Never Say Stop

"I will stop if you ask."  She held his gaze for a few long seconds, contemplating his words, before turning her eyes back to the fireworks and nodding in embarrassed understanding. Embarrassed because she knew that no matter how much he made her shake inside, no matter how flushed her face, or how tongue-tied and anxious she became, she would never ask him to stop.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Stop

You're only hurting yourself you realize don't you?
You stare me down as if trying to intimidate me.
No, not intimidate, convince. You want me back and I so desperately try to fight it.
I can't do this; you're the one who said enough.
You're the one who said stop.
So why can't you? why can't you just stop?
Stop trying talk to me. Stop trying to smile at me.
Stop, please, just stop. Can't you see the damage you've done?
Do you really want to cause more.
Suddenly he's moving and I haven't realized it but the bell has wrong.
I don't move, I watch him come and lean over and wipe the tear that has
so embarrassingly fallen down my cheek.
He says it then without words just a simple, lowering of his eyes;
I see it, I hear it in those few seconds.
"I love you"
My breath hitches
The teacher asks "What's going on?"
And in the next second he has gone.