Poem: Do You Remember

Do you remember the thunder in the clouds?

The way we held each other as if tomorrow would never end.

We sat under the trees and wish for better days.

Not knowing that they have already come and gone.

The dreams are no longer coming true.

Do you remember how we thought this would last?

The moment we said I do was the last day that we cared.

Rain pouring down our face, yet we see the sun as bright as day.

The shadow creep around the corner, and yet you no longer wonder is that me.

Do you remember when the first time you smile?

Was it because of me or did the sun hit your eyes?

I have lost my words.

Nothing is real.

I do not remember who you are.

I just need to know.

Do you remember me?

listening

With getting older I have found a newfound respect to just listening to people talk. Not just people talk, I am talking about talk radio. I mean talk radio has completely change the way I think and move. Podcasts have become a part of my life more than music. Music has been with me since I was a child. Now I live for podcast. I love to drive down the road and just listen and learn.

Something that I have found a new love for is NPR. I never understood what NPR really was at first. Within the last year I have found myself indulge into whatever they have to offer. I listen to them whenever I get a chance. The stories are lively and to hear people just talk about what is going on with the world without all that fanfare is great. I love that they just stick to the facts.

I also love the podcasts. They are all different, but they offer you so much that you never know that you needed. They go deep and you never feel uncomfortable with what they are saying. NPR has changed my live and I glade that I was able to find it.

Poem: My Life

My power is no longer my drive.

My will has can no longer carry me.

My hope is not my salvation.

My redemption has no praise.

My strength gets no applause.

My love has no life.

My life is gone.

My story shall never me told.

My world is everything, but me.

My ability is one that is not given.

My dreams never came true.

My wants are never for me.

My work will never be seen.

My silence is always heard.

My life is gone.

My soul has no story.

My freedom never came.

 My tears are filled with fear.

My life is gone.

This is my story.

Poem: Missed Call

I never think about it until it happened one day.

It was always there, but it never came my way.

I used to call for it, but it seemed we always missed each other.

I wanted this to end and see what else could have been.

Then one day it answered someone else call.

The one that I love.

The one that held my hand.

The one that shed my tears.

The reply was slow.

When he arrived, they were both gone with a blink of an eye.

Death and I never were close.

Now he is my best friend.

One day I know we will meet again.