Category: Written in 2013

Dramatic

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Let’s be dramatic: I am furious.
Torn apart by those who should care –
Either by love or indifference –
It’s getting too much to bear!

I expect to love who do love;
But I end up with those who hurt –
So pain is another form of love:
Does it prove how much love’s truly worth?

I want to scream, I wish to escape,
I want to be rid of this colossal dead weight,
That oppresses my should-be, maybe soul,
While time puts it in an unending wait.

For what reason? Leading to what end?
What use the lover? Where is the friend?
How am I alone in such bitter cold?
Why must suffering gain this much hold?

Why cannot people be a bit kinder?
Why cannot love be a bit blinder?
If I do not release this anger soon,
I’ll end up crying, dramatically dying.

But do not deign to offer me hope;
Because that’s the biggest liar here;
He shelters such expectation,
Which commands me to kneel and adhere.

I have seen differently,
I have felt the opposite,
Disease surrounds his being,
Corroding all around bit by bit.

Metaphysical thought can go take a leap!
I am sick of knowing how Karma multiplies!
And though I squeeze hope by the throat,
He thrives and my anger wantonly survives.

This Is

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This is

This is not to say
That you won’t mess up;
But it is only after that
Will you learn to step up;

This is not to believe
That things will always go wrong;
But to know, when they do,
The pain won’t last long;

This is to know love fades;
But even though yours died,
The joy it first brought
Never, ever lied.

This is to see past the age,
In many an engraved wrinkle,
And look into the youth
That still make your eyes twinkle;

This is to urge despite the deepest loss,
Don’t lose the will to hold on;
You haven’t seen the future yet
So hang in there and just go on;

This is to hope you rise, after each fall,
You smile, though broken and blue,
You love, though your heart feels lost,
You dream, though dreams never come true;

This is to say there is always a plan,
For the miniscule to the grand;
In time, it will manifest,
Even though now you don’t understand.

Sorry’s Song

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Sorry, this isn’t a goodbye song,
It really isn’t meant to be,
It’s just to show you still belong
In all that is left to be.

This isn’t a mournful song,
It’s just a few words put in tune,
Not too serious, not so long,
And nothing to promise you the moon.

This is like a kiss on the cheek
A hug, a warm embrace
To help when memory gets too weak,
Or you need a smile on your face.

This is just a little parting,
Like the ones we’ve had before;
This is an adventure starting,
As you start to walk out the door –

The road will go on and on,
Down from where it began,
Though you go on and on,
You return when you can.

This is like a kiss on the cheek
A hug, a warm embrace
To help when memory gets too weak,
Or you need a smile on your face.

Some space,
Some grace,
Some heart’s trace,
Reminding you of your place.

This is like a kiss on the cheek
A hug, a warm embrace,
A warm embrace,
A warm embrace,
A warm embrace,
A warm embrace,
A warm embrace,
A warm embrace,
A warm embrace,
A warm embrace.