Poems

Pass By Me

Pass by me, all those things that hurt my heart and bring my eyes to tears;
Pass by me, all the lies I told myself before I fall apart that navigate my fears.
So where am I, a dreamer trapped within a dream, or a prisoner to fate?
So where am I justly, not where Iâve ever been and too I get there late?
Pass by me the things that I let go on whims and people I just let go;
Pass by me the tragedies put on him, the him thatâs me I use to know.
So where I am that no one hears my screams in a quiet field of shimmering stars;
So where I am that all the magic seems out of sync and a tad bit way too far.
Pass by me a passenger on a train on my way to the places I felt safe, secure;
Pass by me a chilling, constant pain of an innocence that was never really pure.


Promises
The promise of your kiss
And I will come around when you are there
And hide from you so I can stare
Into the blue of all your eyes,
Like the blue of cloudless skies.
And when you need a heart
To hold you in or tear apart
Take mine, it only beats for you
Like all the dreams your smiles make true.
The promise of your kissâ¦



The Jester-or a Song For Secret Fools

Do you wanna hear the story about the Jester?
All heâd ever known was lonely, thatâs how he lived.
Smiled a little and they loved him, the great pretender,
Only when no one was looking the Jester criedâ¦.

You can call them tears, I know somebody who calls them home.
Nobody ever knew the Jester; nobody ever knew heâd gone.

He kept her like a secret, inside his heartbeat
And gave her all his moments for little more than hope.
She kept him like a chained ghost, cause she donât  see him
And she donât even need him until the moneyâs goneâ¦

You can call them tears, I know somebody who calls them home.
Nobody ever knew the Jester, nobody ever knew heâd gone.
Nobody ever loved him, as much as he loved to see them smile,
âCause when they were smilen he was smilen too for a while.


Back to the Wind, Fancy Me (Share Me to the Wind pt.2)
Back to the wind,
And I lose all my imaginations, I was free before today
Moving about in my own way.
In a past summerâs breeze Iâd swoon and sway
Until there was nothing left of me but dust,
And the machinations of my hopes would turn to rust,
Destroying any sense I had of trust.
Itâs that way too
When I find myself deep in thought of you
And how you made my grey skies blue
With little more than a look.
What courage must it have took
To see me like an open book
Laid out for all the world to see?
Since then I leave my ghosts and nightmares be,
Whatever dreams still waking me I set free.
I could use a friend
To pull me back from the brink and save me from the end,
As I stumble back to the wind.

Fancy me,
Do I think I can walk on air, as if the wind could hold my weight?
And I am long and long away gone from that old self of me,
And I put away my child and put on my mind too late,
And now that child wonât let me be.
He cries out from my beating, breathless heart donât go,
But too late, Iâm already gone.
So fancy me,
You were never what I wanted, I wanted so much surely, many, more
And leaving you as was done before,
Tattered, torn and surely beaten, sore;
No wonder you vanished, and now wonder I have that one regret,
It stings me with every beat of my bastardâs heart, so I forget
What it was like for me to be for good, you fell for all the traps I set
And I wish I could take all that back and make you once more whole.
What good are tears to such a black and angry soul?
So fancy me.
My mind contorts and caves in on itself, and it seems I cannot cry.
Is this what it means for ghosts to die?
Can a bird soar too high?
Is this the wind, is this the sky?
Is this why we were never meant to ask for why?
What good then is hope or try?
If nothing but the dark goes whistling by?
I guess I wasnât meant to fly.

Share Me to the Wind pt.1

Share me to the wind

Fancy me

I like to fly

Though I have no wings

Fancy me

I like to glide

Though I cannot soar

Fancy me

I like to dive

Tumble and twist

Now Iâm high

Though Iâm not a bird

Iâve seen the sky

Clouds and stars gone wisping by

Bits of freedom in my eye

This must be what it means to die

A ghost that knows not how or why

Though once

Would I like to try.

A Walk in a Rain ie I Miss Jackie

Tonight there seems no end to the rain
As if it were going to rain for the rest of my life
As if the sky were going to fall right on top of me
And bury me somewhere in its deep, dank blue
And erase all my thoughts of you
Until youâre gone all the way gone
And I find the strength to keep on going on
Without you.
And the moon is liquid white
Shining down like some fallen out of the way dying star
And the crisp wind whispers all your secret names
I had for you,
But those names wonât get answered anymore
And keep away from me like scared, lost children
In a forest deep and very very very dark.
I watched the bus evaporate into the fog
Itâs fading lights like the eyes of a dying lover
Ebb awhile, then suddenly their eyes turn a milky white
As the life in them beats one last time
Then stops.
And the knot in his chest tightens
And the knot in his throat chokes
As the realization that she was forever nevermore there
And he had no choice but to really let her go
And go on,
But go where because she was everywhere heâs ever been
And because for a long long time his heart only beat for her.
A slight wind blew across the tears on his face,
Tears that were like ghosts
That he never seemed to feel them fall
And cascade down him into the wetness of that night
That there seemed no end to the rain.
It was a cold wind, colder than the air in his breath
He didnât know he was breathing
That night, the night there seemed no end to the rain
And she was forever really really gone
It was the hardest thing he ever had to do,
Was letting her go
And the going on
Without her.
She would be like a ghost in the beat of his breaking heart
He would see her face in some crowd he was passing through
But it would never be her.
Or he would hear her voice carried on the wind
Just a trick of sound,
It would never be her.
The longing never stops, he knew that night,
The night there seemed no end to the rain
He knew
And she was gone,
For real, really really gone
And he was left standing in the rain
With his head turned down so no one could ever see him cry,
To hide the tears he would always and only cry
In the rain.

Canvas and a Crayon

Whether dandelions or roses

Thereâs no difference I can see;

Canvas and a crayon,

Painted silhouettes,

The moon is made of cheese.

Fair Trade

Hereâs my heart

Try not to break it,

Give it back

If you donât want it

âCause I thought it might be you

Whoâd turn my brown eyes blue;

If I could touch the moon

Iâd bring it down

So you could have it all.

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Iâll never find the courage to tell her how I feel,
That the world under my feet moves at the thought of her.
Sheâs the very air I breathe.
How many ways could I proclaim her beauty, the soft hue of her eyesâ¦
The way her smile disarms me, freezes time and bedazzles me?
The way her form is liquid, an ocean of curve and motion?
She moves me.