Gazing at falling leaves

Short Stories & Poems

Category: Poems

Burning thoughts

Reeling, tossing, turning
Troughs and crests
Crashing, burning
It burns, it burns

Over and over
The voices playing
Chewing, gnawing, burning
It burns, it burns

Awake he lays
Respite no more
It burns, it burns
Until it is no more

No more rest
It burns, it burns
The voices swirling
Consuming from within

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The way these days

Through the maze she wanders
Not lost yet searching
The memories are etched
So you cannot take them away from her

Yet she walks in circles
Not lost but found
She knows that they are there
Obviously hidden

The two minds that she is in
There is no easy way
No certain path along this familiar maze
She remembers the way

What we share

How do you
Put into words
What we share
And don’t?

Every time
May be
Never
Ever more

I love the written word
But it’s not enough
To describe
What we have

Connectedness
And the lives we share
Our separate lives
Do you really know me?

Connectedness
Our songs
I listen to them to death
Reliving our moments

Every moment is I
Who are you?
You are who
I made you out to be

Addiction

What might have happened
If she’d met you earlier?
Would you (she) be happier?
Or is it just her wishful thinking?

She clings to you
Do you want her too?
Unrelenting
It’s exhausting!

What does she know?
The memories are
Only hers
Every moment is her

Addiction
She’s infatuated
With her own image
Madness

It’s in the mirror
Looking right back at her
How can she not see it?!
All she ever wanted is you

Place time

In the middle of a second
Between the moments
Perfection
In the transience

Maybe
I don’t have to
Be certain
Just be

Disrupt
The rest place
Of ennui
Don’t bother to commiserate

That’s the place
See it
With a blink of the eye
Such perfection and joy!

When time (never) stands still

Over and over again
They unfold
The things we held
The words we spoke
When time
Stands still

Over and over again
They twitch and morph
The recollecting, the reminiscing
The memories and thoughts
When time
Stands still

Over and over again
I run away with you
Into nothingness
Why do I continue
When you keep on
Flying away?

Over and over again
It’s not you
It’s time
To let memories be
When time
Never stands still

When I’m alone

When I’m alone
There is company
With the trees around
And the clouds above

Gazing at falling leaves
Looking at passing clouds
It’s comforting
Like a blanket enveloping

When I’m alone
I think of you
Far from the maddening crowd
The blanket closes in

Sometimes it returns
Like it never left
But being alone helps
Me be with it

You are near
I know it’s not real
They are just what they are
In my head and in my heart

Fleeting thoughts

Fleeting, floating
Uncertain, disconcerting
Imperfection and uncertainty
How do you ground it?

Don’t waver, people are looking
Don’t look around, they are judging
Don’t be yourself
You are not allowed

Who is to say
You are not allowed?
Make your own way
You must, you say

The work, the lists and the games
The commitments and the people
All consuming and distracting
Plans neglected, now hovering

Something lost
What is gained?
Fleeting and floating
All in vain

Let go

It was the end a long time back
Time to leave and time to let go
Physical goodbyes are hard
Mental ones are harder

It was oh so long ago
Was it all in the mind?
Was in all in vain?
To begin with

I’m not sure if I’d wanted
Anything to do with it
Good memories, you say
But not all of it

So maybe I can let go
And maybe I will forget
Reluctant goodbyes, memories
Shadows and dreams

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