Clarity (Poetry)

Searching for Clarity,

Through the White Noise of my Heart.

It’s made all the easier

With these thoughts of You.

Just give me all of your Truth

And I’ll show you a Night

Brightened by Stars.

Give me your Emeralds of Hope,

And I’ll show you the reason

You’ll   Stay   in   Love.

Search for Clarity,

Through all the Lost signals.

I’ll prove to you the Strength

Of One Man’s Real Commitment.

Throughout the years of Wrong Ways,

I’ve endured the same pain

of Stepping Stones,

Thankful that I could at last

Find your Consideration.

Let me pull your heart closer,

It’s already found a Home in Mine.

Let us find Clarity,

Through   our   Love.

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Desolation (Poetry)

Through sorrow filled gasps of despair,

I breathed in a rancid smell of failure.

It was a constant reminder of us.

Chewed and spit into gutter trash,

I remained a man of broken hopes.

Though my throat was harsh,

drinking in your excuses seemed pleasant enough.

I began to paint a Joker’s smile on my face,

so swallowing this disappointment wouldn’t look too painful.

Clear A Path (Poetry)

And I shall fear no evil,

Whether you believed in me or not.

The time for beliefs are over.

I’ll lead myself away from this sorrow

And forget the heartache of your promise.

Discarding these shackles behind me,

I can walk on my own.

I’ll grip my strength

with stumbling fingers,

cursing with mumbling lips,

and find my own Shine

in all of this Darkness.

Leaving me to myself

was a dangerous choice.

I’ve always had the embers to start a fire,

Now this blazing in my chest is unforgiving.

I will use this pain as my weapon,

Sharpened by all of my fallen attempts.

I know I won’t walk with footprints beside me,

But my weapon will clear all the Valleys

that lay ahead.

Next to You( Poetry)

I saw my caution turning into regret

And my grip on confidence tightened.

Your words weren’t needed,

I already knew you didn’t feel the same.

Although, living without ever knowing

The feeling of your lips would forever haunt me.

I left my pride and ego at the car door,

Standing in front of you naked in truth.

Forgive what must of been seen as being forward.

It might of been my last chance

To show you where my heart wishes to lay.

Next to a Good Woman.

Forgive me (Poetry)

Forgive me Lord, for I am simply blind…

I don’t know where your blessings have gone.

I tried to search among this agony,

But these tears I choke on hide all but the Cause.

Can’t you Please walk with me again?

I feel more alone than usual…

I wish my voice was stronger,

This shame must be the silencing kind.

For my prayers only come out in whispers,

Full of silent sobs and cries…

I’m waiting for your breath

To fill these tired and broken lungs,

So I can breathe the way I was suppose to;

Without this concrete dust of sin

Weighing me down…

Forgive me Lord,

So I can Forgive myself…

I can’t live this life,

feeling like I’m not living anymore…

The Wilting of Amy Rose ch1pt2

Even though she was bundled up with a large maroon colored puffy coat, black gloves, blue scarf, and ear muffs, it felt good to have the heater on full blast. She hoped her nose would stop running and not be so red. She hated when her nose ran, which it did all the time recently. Amy stretched up and glanced into the rear view mirror taking a quick look at herself. She looked horrible; eyes red from a mixture of hardly any sleep and crying. She had bags under them. Her complexion was pale and she noticed she forgot to put on any make up at all. “A withered Rose now,” Amy said to herself feeling a lump form in her throat. Richard had called her a, “Rare rose of beauty,” numerous times because of her last name.

Amy rose, 27, daughter of a very proud Frank and Kathy Rose. Amy wished her mother was still around. She always had good advice for her. Kathy rose had died last summer succumbing to her battle with lung cancer. It should of made Amy quit smoking, but it only made her smoke more from stress. She had watched her die in the hospital where she works, Grand River Medical Hospital. Amy was so proud of herself when she was accepted to be a nurse there, but that seemed like decades ago now.

Richard turned down Nelmar Road and Amy followed. She couldn’t believe she could still cry, but tears began to run down her pale freckled face. Amy knew where Richard was going, she knew before he got into the car, but it hurt so bad to be right and actually see what was going on. For so long she tried to deny it.

“All the things you said…were they all lies? Did you mean any of it?”

She just wanted it to stop. At times, it felt like her heart was literally breaking inside of her chest. Those were the times Amy wished it would just stop beating all together. Just stop.

“Why do I still care and hurt so bad?…It’ll be over soon…It has to, I cant take this shit anymore..”

Richard slowed down and pulled into Hillary Fletchinger’s drive way.