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Our Bed

Posted: March 26, 2013 in Love, poetry
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Our Bed (dramatic reading)

These tissues in our bed

Full of words we never said

These sheets are twisted and torn

From your wrath and my scorn

A mattress battered with hate

Many nights spent denying fate

This frame is broken and scarred

Our hearts were left without regard

And now we sit on the edge

Of what used to be our bed

Letting there be tears

Releasing all our fears

As the end does near

Wishing there was a way

To go back to that one day

That something had to be said

But you kept it in your head

As we lay together in our bed

And now all that remains

Is the memories of our pain

Both of our souls have been slain

This once was our bed

But all that was, is dead

One Lasting Forever (audio)

For us there is no forever

We knew that when we began this endeavor

We chose this path mutually

Divided, alone, we will hurt separately

The looming end poisons our time

Our love from the beginning was a great climb

Some moments are shared free of regret

Questions are pondered, Why have we met?

My life will be empty without you there

How am I to live gracefully without your care?

I want us to stay in this place together

Let’s make this moment the one lasting forever

These Tears

Posted: January 29, 2013 in Love, poetry, writing
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The tears I cry

Burn my skin

Like acid

Thinking about

What we might have been

 

The Borrowed HeartImage

I was just a wanderer

Looking for a start

Always left to ponder

With my broken heart

One day I came across

A man with gentle grace

He asked about my loss

And the look upon my face

I told him of my sorrows

About all the things I’ve lost

He gave me something to borrow

But it did not come without a cost

He placed inside my being

A warmth I did not understand

It suddenly felt so freeing

The feeling was so grand

“Here I give you my heart,

I hope it will help you see,

That with the things we part,

We are really just setting free.”

The man said, “That is all.”

He turned and walked away

I wanted to reach out and call

But his name he did not say

I kept the warmth inside

Every step I made

The sorrow began to die

My pain began to fade

Until one day I walked by

A woman upon her knees

I wiped the tears from her eyes

Her heart she said, “It bleeds.”

I knew what I had to do

To give her a better tomorrow

“I have something to give you,

It’s something you can borrow.”

“Here I give you my heart,

It’s yours for you to take,

but one day you will have to part,

To help someone who’s life’s at stake.”

The women stopped her tears

I got up slowly and walked away

As she began to free her fears

She calmly asked me to stay

I said “I can’t, I’m a wanderer,

I have just now found my start,

The only thing I now ponder,

Is who else needs a borrowed heart?”

 

 

 

 

There Once was a Girl who Lived in a Box.

Saskatchewan My Home

Posted: November 28, 2012 in photography, poetry

Saskatchewan My Home.