I got a little lost, for that I apologize
I found my way back and am more wise
Never did I think our love would falter
Here we are now running to the alter
I wish we didn’t lose our time but the truth is we did
For you, I’ll make this promise, kid
I’ll love you forever and this will never change
Hand and hand we will conquer anything in our way
Never will I stop fighting for you
Because never did you stop fighting for me
I am thrilled to welcome 2017! I have such high hopes and to be perfectly honest, it’s already 110% better than 2016! I haven’t felt this happy and free in ages. I’m trimming the negative and embracing the positive; this includes people.
Not to knock 2016, it definitely had its highs, but unfortunately I feel that the lows were quite low. I’m back and I’m ready for battle!
I love the way time works everything out 🙂
The moon’s illumination in the dead of the night
A hauntingly peaceful sight
Dimming light, flickered one last time
The stars are falling from the sky
Disappearing as quickly as they appeared
The sun’s bright light masks the stars
Fooling those who sleep through the night
A poet’s soul, just like the stars
Is buried deep and lost in space
Consider yourself lucky if you can’t relate to what I’m about to say
Think of it as a gift from the universe that not everyone receives
I hope the stars align just right for you
And I truly hope this is something you would never do
Sometimes the people we are closest to are the ones that hurt us the worst
Why?
Because they’re the ones least expected to
The ones we can be ourselves with, confide in, and expect to be there when we need someone
But sometimes they’re not. They’re just big disappointments.
I guess we need to keep in mind that we’re all human
We’re all on our own journey in this life
Sometimes we cross paths with others and walk the road together
But sometimes… sometimes we turn separate directions
A distinct disconnect between the lightening and the cloud
Thunder echoes through the dark hills
Static stings in the air
A night so hot and humid
Stars hide behind a gray blanket
Pretending they don’t exist
The only thing that seems real to me
Is the fantasy of love’s kiss
The fire in his eyes dims into a faint memory
A darkness fogs his smile
A plagued love burns in his heart
There’s nothing I can do to fix this
I stand numb as I drop my ax
Slightly star-crossed as Fate twirls my life in her hands. She has a deranged sense of humor; laughing maniacally as she intertwines love and misery.
Fate and Karma waltz together and frolic in the pain they concoct.
Instantaneously dismantling all stable ground from under my feet.
Splashing in the sadness, giggling and holding hands.
Spiraling they go hand in hand; weaving emotions and hurling them in the air.
Not a care in the world, they continue onward as I remain lost in the rubble of their deserted mess.
I haven’t sat down and written like this in awhile… but I’ve been defeated by words.
I don’t know how to truly define how I’ve been feeling or pinpoint what has been making me feel this way.
I’m not feeling lost… more like I’m still wandering my path.
Just when I thought I was reaching my destination, I came to a fork in the road. Not only does this fork throw my compass off track, but it gives me something this long insipid path has been lacking.
It sparks intrigue, curiosity, and a sense of wonderment that I haven’t felt in years. Its magnetic pull is drawing me in.
For the first time in a long time, I feel like I am connected to the path, not just drifting on it.
Now I’m forced to choose… left…. or right…
I’ve never been one to follow every single rule given to me. I’ve never been one to do exactly as told.
I can keep traveling the same path that I’ve accepted or I can veer left and see where the mystery path takes me.
Funny, I seem to have misplaced my map.
When a writer deems no words worth writing
When a singer finds no tunes to sing
When an astronaut can’t find the moon
I’ll still be here for you
Inspiration is fleeting
Time keeps repeating
Feelings of nothingness fill her soul
Dredging deeper she’s no longer whole
Passions fizzle to oblivion
A flicker of hope illuminates her delirium
Bright as a firework in a velvet sky
Fades as soon as it catches her eye
Dimming quicker than a roman candle
Lit by a midsummer vandal
A shooting star in the distance but she doesn’t make a wish
Wishes are for fools who believe love exists
Doomed to ill-tempted fate
An out of control infatuation that cannot wait
How the Hog ate the Cabbage 