Bus Stop Rendezvous

As the night time closes in. And the city lights bathe the world The glow of neon shining down, at the bus stop, a lovelorn soul     She feels the sting within her heart of passions slowly dying And in the dark of night she weeps...

The Darkness Holds No Fear

I Wait for it to come. It hides my faults and obscures my truths. It calls to me to reclaim my youth At times it even penetrates my soul I wait I wait I wait till dark For that call and in it's spark I live to fill my role  It comes...

Talk to Me (this one is so old-think I wrote it in the 8th grade or something like that - I assume it was about a girlfriend though I couldn't say who for sure. found it in the book of rhymes I have)

Even your silence echos in the reccess of my mind.  A sound that still transcends all time.   It leaves a hollow, where once was passion.   A space where I listen in a silent fashion.   The pain it seeps into my soul.   It creates a wind of the utmost...

My Island

Alone upon an island  building bridges to the mainland's shore  and though I work so diligently  a fire starts to roar  It's one of my own making  as always it seems to be  just locked upon this island  yearning to be free  Freedom is not something ...

Gone Away Friend

To live, to love, then to ache with pain.  I'd never trade it all away.  Just for the simple memories,  of the smiles that they gave.   For all the happy moments.  For those loving, caring times,  The respect, and secrets that we shared  and the...

The Dead Poet

Out of his tapping fingertips, came all the words he had to type. Those words that laid within his mind, through all his sleepless nights. The fanning flames of starkness, of his reality of spite Inside that mind so twisted, came the words of...

Realization

Darkness settles in, walls closing in, around. Staring at the remnants, of a soul that closes down. Thinking of the time, when I thought someone understood. Wishing that someone did, knowing wishes do no good. Listening to the sounds, of a...

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I suppose I should start typing something here. I'm not really sure what it will end up being, or saying. I pretty much just want to type. To hear the tickety tick tack clacking of the keys as I type out certain thoughts and feelings. Typing is one of...