Multiple poems

I have wandered
down these winding roads
for far too long.
Not knowing
what will be lurking
around the next bend.

A new beginning.

Oh, how I've wished
for a chance
to begin anew
and start over again.
Longing for an opportunity
to break free
of society's grasp
and show the real me.

A new beginning.

Moments arose,
but I didn't seize them.
Or, more like
I tried to but couldn't
because I didn't know
who I really was.

A new beginning.

However,
times have changed,
things have happened,
memories have been
pushed away into the depths
of the far reaches of my mind.
Accessible,
but not overwhelming.

A new biginning.

I thought
that I would never
get another chance.
That I had used
all of mine up.
I was wrong.

A new beginning.

Future hopes,
dreams,
and desires
are becoming clearer.
And I have finally
latched onto a hope.
A hope to soon show the world
the person who has yet to fully emerge.

A new beginning.



There is no such thing as love.

The phrase moves through my mind

Like so much static.

Cluttering all other thoughts

Into a jumbled mess.

Love is what one lives for...

If there is none...

What is there to keep someone alive?

You, the forsaken, blind, weeping siren,
Who refused the surrounding and helping hands,
You never saw her outstretched hand as well,
You drove her away with your harsh reprimands.

And you too, you bloody incubus,
Demon who drives lovers' hearts down under,
Let the hammer of judgment fall upon you,
Let the vultures tear YOUR heart asunder.

And you, the ignorant lustful fool,
You, her former lover, who drove her insane,
Let your own guilt swallow you whole instead,
Let your heart drown in all things mundane.

You're all the reason the winter is hard.
You're the reason my night has no dawn.
You're the reason ice runs in my veins.
You are all the reason she's gone

. Sometimes,
(All the time?)
I close my eyes.
And think of you.
Of your eyes.
Of your voice.
Of your laugh.
Of how easy it is,
For you,
To shrug me off,
As just a friend.
And I hate the fact,
That that's all we are.
And I wish,
That we could be more.
Then I open my eyes,
And I go back to being.
Just your friend.

The glare of the sun made my skin warm.
But now it has dried out.
I'm sorry, mommy.