Lost & soon to be found.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

You left us without saying goodbye,
No salut, Adios, farewell dear friends,
And away you went, up, up, away you went.

A year soon passes, and we morn a loss of a loved one,
This feeling, so familiar, so real,
Time may pass, but your face stays the same.

Miss you Wayne <3 ..

Thursday, July 8, 2010

I'm here everyday, healing the wounds in my life,
It's hard to hear the whispers that surround me,
I try to listen, but the hope is lost,
Lost in this uncertainty that follows closely,
So close behind it almost feels too distant.

I try so hard to be somebody else,
I lost my identity along the way,
Falling, falling, I stumble over my regrets,
Drifting away, the whole to my unsolved puzzle is slowly forgotten,
The light is near, but my strength feels lost.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

I'm tempted to taste the poison of your lips,
To linger in your presence, awaiting for the perfect moment,
My chance to take your hands in mine,
And forever hold you, clashing finger tips.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Awaiting for the perfect words,
I need to express myself more clear,
The world surrounding me feels neglected,
Near, far, beautiful words, where are the birds..

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Always

You have been my safeguard agains't the open world,
You've lead me through obstacles I could never face alone,
Always shared the warmth of your hands when I grew cold,
Never thought less of anything, for this was always known.


I love you,

Forever, always.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Music opens the soul,
Finds a way within,
And burrows a hole.

Deeper, and deeper, into your heart,
Creating a melody, so sweet, so pure,
Never to rupture, never to part.

Friday, July 2, 2010

I Wonder.

I sit here usually,
More often then I dream,
And I wonder.

My curiosity overpowers me,
My thoughts carry me a long a path I never thought I'd take,
And I wonder.

A worn down, beaten path,
Will guide me through this life,
And I wonder.

I always wonder.

..

In Search Of

There's always a fear of knowing,
That sense of truth that swallows you dry,
Throwing away the only sanity you have left,
And replacing it with instability.

The fear of the unknown,
The only sense of closure,
Never predictable, though not afraid,
Keeps you occupied with life and the forgotten.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

..

Nothing to say,
Nothing to rhyme,
Out of ideas,
Thoughts tangled dry.