Poem: The Den

It holds everything, but not everything.

The secret conversation in the dark, the heart ache of two lovers drifting apart.

This place was special, yet I barely can remember what it looks like.

I just remember the things that happen there.

The way it made us feel as stood on its grounds.

It was not a home; it was just a room.

The room where the family would meet, the room where they would part.

It could not hold heat or air, yet it was full of it year-round.

It was not always there; it was something added on as the family started to grow.

It was the bed for some of us, it was the dance rehearsals for most.

The place that gave us hope, but also showed us everything is temporary.

It gave us grief, over the dead.

It saw us cry as we try to heal the broken parts of our body not could not quite heal.

It brought us to together as it was slowing tearing us apart.

This was not just a room; this was our room.

This was the den.

Poem: Finding Me

My mind is open, but it is not free.

My heart is broken, but it is not shattered.

My love is real, but no longer here.

My strength is weaking, but my soul is on fire.

My anger is real, but my hatred is gone.

My doubt is selfless, but my giving will never change.

I have tried all that I can to be me, but me is no longer working.

I do not know any other to be, but I know me is just not enough.

I thought I was going to be whole by now, but I am just as broken as ever.

Will my life ever change, will my love ever stop being ignored.

The answers are not giving at the best, but the rest is what we need.

I cannot give an answer to the you, but can you give one to me.

Is what I am doing in vain, but just my pain.

I could just be too open and broken to know, but I have to find the reason for being.

Poem: Can We Talk?

Hello can we talk?

There is so much I want to say and do.

Right now, all I can do is just feel.

Can you do that with me.

Let us just be one in the moment.

You do not have to speak.

I feel the earth moving, my heart beating, and breaking.

I never though this day would come.

A time where we could just be, and nothing else.

Our love is growing, yet I feel it is separating.

That is why I am glad that we are here now.

We are face to face.

This is a moment that I never knew could be.

I need to say something, but words no longer exist.

I am asking you can you feel my heart.

Can you feel my love, my hurt and my wanting for more?

That is all I can say right now.

That is all that needs to be done.

We have, yesterday, and we I hope we can have tomorrow.

If we cannot talk today, we have the rest of our live to get the words out.

They may not be pretty; they may not be kind.

The truth of the matter they may not be filled with love.

The one thing for sure they will be heard.

So, I ask again can we talk?

Play it safe

Another week and more thinking that I have been doing, or at least trying to do. There is so much going on and nothing going on at the same time, that I do not know what is going on sometimes. I have no room to complain. Has anyone made decision and thought about was it the right one? That is what I am going through right now. I must make a choice and I think I made one, but I am not sure it is correct.

The choice I made is something I do not want to make, but it is one that is needed now. I do not think that I am ready for what is about to happen, and I am scared to find out the outcome. I like to play it safe, but I know I must make a tough choice if I want to succeed in life. Only time will tell, I guess.

Poem: I Made a Mistake

I think I made a mistake.

About what I am not sure.

My life was going great, but I was not great.

That is what I think.

I miss the old me.

The one that I used to love.

The one that I used to hate.

Most importantly the one that took care of me.

I do not know what to do, my heart is gone.

It is almost broken, but at least it is not shattered.

I used to love everything, now I can barely love myself.

I think I made a mistake.

This time not about me, but about you.

When I stare into the mirror, I no longer recognized my reflection.

I am starting to see that I am no longer me and me is no longer you.

Until these two can agree to get back together, the love will come.

I am starting to think again I made a mistake.