Reluctantly handing it over

Hope is…
The glimmer of laughter
The depression dissipating into the air around me
My life put on hold
Just to be here a little longer.

Comfort is…
Sleeping beauty in my arms…
Just to be this close to her
Puts my problems at bay
And my soul jumps for joy.

Love is…
The feeling inside
When she is torn from my eyes…
Over…
And over…
and over.

needs no explanation.

Seven

Seven new stars
Created in strife
Eighteen new ways
To live your new life

Lying under the blanket
The black comfort of night
Staring up at the Seven
Bathed in their radiant light

Oh, how I’ve battled
And fought to get here
Exhaustion washes over me
Whispering lullabies in my ear

One by one, a new light comes shining
Two by two, the new souls come riding
Three horses between them, two souls and one star
Three horses have found them, and will soon travel far
Four years of hard riding, five planets, six moons
Six moons of full shining, They’ll be finished soon
Seven new suns floating over my head
Seven new stars grace my grassy bed
Seven new signals that I’m not alone
Eighteen new ways to find my way home.

Not entirely sure whether the last huge stanza goes with the rest of it or not. Hmm. Either way, I suppose. At least leave a comment about the big part's relation to the rest.
Wrote this last night, because I was bored. Left it sitting, and changed a few choice words (poetry can't be edited like fiction. It's too delicately built, and once the inspiration is gone, any changes will kill it), and posted it. So there you go.

Concise

Just a short little poem that I wrote the other day...

Strings on my fingers
I can’t control this
The ring at my mouth
Brings me memories of your kiss

The music’s on full blast
My body’s askew
I’m lost in my longing
And memories of you.

I never thought it’d come to pass
But now it seems to be the last
Poem that I will write for you
Something I thought that I never would do.

You all know what it's about.

Lying in bed staring at the ceiling

I am feeling depressed today, so I felt the need to write a poem about it. So, here's a half-hour old poem. Enjoy.

Through troubled eyes
I look outside,
And see the world
In all its glory.

I close my eyes,
I just can’t take it.
All that glory
Must have missed me.

I lay in my bed
As the earth trembles.
I think that I’d rather
Not end up dead.

But who can tell,
With all these symbols,
And questions, and judgement,
And “It’s all in your head!”

Why is it that sleeping
Is my only salvation,
When dreaming repeats
What I’ve already seen?

Why is it that running
Is looked at with caution,
When walking just tells
“I’m not sure what you mean”?

Through troubled eyes
I look outside,
And see the world
In all its glory.

I close my eyes,
I just can’t make it.
So much for my story,
And hoping to see.

Leave a comment. I can't be bothered to say anything more.

Just try it. You'll like it.

This is one of my many many songs. Most of these songs I will not be posting. Because I do not like them. Because they are evil and they suck. But this one is not so much. Hmm... I'd say it's nearly a year old. I just found it and thought "Hey. I'll post it." So I am posting it.

... "But I'm just a man"... I know. I know. I don't need any comments on that line.

I know you well.
I know your ways.
Though you’re hundreds of miles away.

I know you cry.
When there’s no-one there.
About the tears you’ve shed before.

I wish I could heal.
But I’m just a man
Whose love keeps threatening to break.

I know you could sleep,
If you’d let yourself wake.

[Chorus]:
We all have our problems,
But this is too much.
It’s not your fault,
It’s not your fault.
We all take falls,
But get a grip.
Just try to get back up again.
Just try… Just try…


I understood,
But what’d I do?
Just tried to get you on your feet.

I don’t know why,
I can do no right,
An explanation would be nice.

I tried to help,
So much for that.
I hope you don’t go make it worse.

I love to hate, I hate to love,
You’re my favorite curse.

[Chorus]