A collection of my poems (some unfinished as of right now) |
(I have not written nearly as many poems recently as I used to. Most of my poems lately are more journal entries that take poetic form, so these are still in raw form. I'm open to suggestions about revisions, though) 2-22-08 When did I become so world-hardened My skin turned to shell and My eyes to bullet-proof glass? Who knew that innocence was such a fragile sphere Shattered with a single wrong touch Pieces hitting the floor with a shrill silver clatter This hardened shell is a poor substitute For that lovely globe of innocence. ------- Abba won’t you re-create me Make me anew A innocent child in your arms to look upon your face and rest content in your arms born again 12-5-07 I’m not happy now But I wasn’t happy before, either I was a ticking time bomb painted pretty colors of worldly success and accomplishment cheap paints that chipped away. 11-6-07 You were always the vein of gold in the hardness of stone, that glint of precious that makes miners shout in the underground darkness and clap their bleeding fingers with the joy of their find. 10-31-07 Please, won’t you look at me Please, won’t you think of me I’ve tried to give selflessly to you over and over giving and forgiving Is it so much to ask of you to simply think of me? 9-11-07 When separation and heartache has stripped away all the trappings of this love the handwritten notes the clasped hands the boat rides and car rides the nights gazing at the stars the whispered dreams the laughter the tears I see my heart unveiled and my love standing stark and naked and still very much alive. 9-9-07 I sit here at the end of summer acutely aware of the shortening days of the fading green of the drifting leaves of your absence And I know that I should stand up brush the grass clippings from my sleeve pick the fallen leaves from my hair That I should bundle myself in my jacket and step forward towards winter and a new spring But the last of summer’s warmth still radiates from the ground beneath me and when I close my eyes I can still feel the grass on my toes and hear the cicadas buzzing in the trees above me and if I listen hard I can still hear your laughter and I can pretend that it’s not over and rest here for a while yet. 4-12-07 Abba, you cradle our hearts in your gentle hands the hearts your hands once formed and fashioned and set beating with your touch. See how heavy they have become? the soft clay cracked and hardened into stone, cracked and crumbling. O Loving One, who conquers death and resurrects life, breathe upon our hearts again and bring the stone to life. |