Each of us carries memories around with us good or bad. They could have been the smallest things of your life or the most significant. It can be hard to say until many years later. They are truly powerful things that haunt and trap us at times. Sometimes the only way to let go of it is to write about it or share it somehow. That way you manage to get it out of your system and can finally be truly free.
His Hands When your hands And your lips rest upon My skin I find myself Elevated to a euphoric state of existence Where both you and I Fade into the early morning light Where only the birds and the feel of your lips And hands Exist
Memories of a Dying old Police Aide
Long ago when the police station Was still a novelty And 10-codes Were things to learn When I didn't want to even work so much I never dreamed That I would meet Someone so near perfection Who was so taken But then, I became your friend And knew the girl woman You loved And I saw your flaws And you became a man Something real Something tangible So departed The mysterious glorified pedal sitting unrealistic crush And so a real friend I have tried to be Every day since Listening to heartache Listening to loneliness And you in turn Doing the same For me Being sometimes grateful For your friendship Until one day Kisses, tenderness, honesty fear and temptation Walked into my door And held me close And we liked it so much I fear that I may never Be the same in your eyes Again.
I miss you I miss you Your blue/gray eyes Your red curls Your smile Your embrace Your hands on my face Brushing it gently I miss your soft red lips tugging at mine you warm skin so close that it is my own I miss long talks and walks And skating so close to something wild I miss your giggles and making them And snuggling in some Living room Lit by candles Alive with music But most of all My friend I miss you.
Dumme Frage
You ask me why Never I won't make love Suspected that you To you Would I get mental pictures of I ask myself if flowers losing petals We make love the whore and the Madonna What will become I think that you will of me love me less I think of how If I let you inside I have And I will miss you Intertwined more. My identity I ask myself why With Do I have feelings My purity For transient you Without it, I Men. Suspect that I I ask myself why Should feel the I'm so happy to be Vast nothingness near you. Without you I ask myself When miles and oceans Why Separate us Didn't I notice that You And you have to ask me why Were falling for Me I guess that I
If I knew -------------- If I knew that it was our last time I would have touched and defiled you I would have loved you in every way Every way that I know how If I knew If I knew We wouldn't have slept our last night We would have stayed up till dawn I would have gotten that massage I would have told you everything Everything that I could never say Everything that had built up inside We would have finished everything Including a bunch of things that we began We began, but never ended. That last kiss That last touch Would have been mine... If I only knew
Black Sunday Sitting on my couch The phone rings A lonely, quiet room A long drawn out speech Cutting off love But still caring Wanting to be friends Searching in my mind For reasons None come to me I'm lost. The heart link of 632 miles Broken From me...no words spoken. Nothing There was nothing to say Nothing I could think of Only the silence of shock In my head the whys begin Why is he doing this? Why can't we keep going? On and on and on This was a link of almost a year It lasted when only a blocks Separated us Then over 3000 miles Love was still strong Sad But strong I guess that time and distance Too its toll It didn't last over a few hundred I don't know why I guess that I wasn't in his heartsong All of the traveling The meeting of family and friends The seeing of the future together Seeing none Instead seeing nothingness Like a bad dream All decisions...quiet No fight No eating Just tears moving Like rain on a hilly highway Lasting for days in a storm False smiles for other people Friends saying that it is right Silent meditations of first love Thinking I shouldn't have waited Waited so long to love The hurt may not have been So great So deep Then wanting no more heartsongs Breaking the instruments of play Yet not beyond repair Ignoring the next sweet face The one knocking on my door Months pass and I'm still thinking Of Black Sunday.
I don't know why
But
You've gone from warm
to cold
In an instant
And I'm dancing
On the edge of a
Destructive path
Wanting to rage out
Against the world
Because yesterday you were
As sweet as a puppy
And today
I'm a complete waste
Of time
©2001 Cloudwalkers Inc.
I can only
Sit, grin and bear it
For so long
Before I go numb
And take back
The hand
That offered you
Friendship
Things shouldn't have
to be so hard
A new friendship
Should be as easy
As taking in air
So maybe this isn't working
Maybe we should be friends
©2001 Cloudwalkers Inc.
I'm sitting in a field of Lilacs And I'm reminded Of morning walks With you You're smelling wild flowers And telling how Sweet They are Telling me How much you love Purple And lilacs with a smile So enchanting - so bright And now I'm here Thinking of you Wishing you were here With me©Cloudwalkers 2001
I wish That these walls Would break down The years where I fought To be clear To be free Only threw me Right Back here Where the scared, repulsed Girl that was I Resides Where violations Of body and mind Reside quietly whispering That makes me Fear you And I want it To stop Because I feel it inside Like you feel it from the outside ©2001 Cloudwalkers
You so tired
That you want
The day to end
But it won't
Because you're
On some never-ending
Trip to nowhere
Surrounded by crying
Babies
And men who whistle and
Comment in foreign tongues
To make things worse
In the back
A crazy man has a
Conversation with another
That goes unseen
Muttering of things lost
Things gone undone
And the only calming force
Is another student obviously?
Cramming for an exam
The likeness is soothing…familiar
©2001 Cloudwalkers
