Poem: 526 goodbye

The way this began is not how it ends.

 The memories that were made cannot be shared.

The walls that hold the secrets that can burry my soul.

With the light that was never bright, but I could always see.

Darkness holds up the way it moves, and the storm that passed through.

The numbers that I never like became ones that I will never forget.

Nightcrawlers became friends that you never knew you had.

This was a place that was only meant to be for a moment, became a chapter that is now closed.

I will never love it for all the pain it has caused, but I will always forgive it what it did.

It was you and me, and now I cannot see that it with my current vision.

The end is now, and the time is over.

I will always remember, but I will never miss you.

Thanks for the memories.

Poem: Dark Again

There you are I have not seen you in a while.

How is the light treating you?

Is it everything you wanted, is it showing you your dream?

Do not let me get in your way, this is what you have always wanted.

You have always wanted the love that was around, but you never found.

The things that seemed so wrong have always made you feel right.

Then what happen you lost it all.

 You realize the hopes are for the ones that likes to dream.

That was never you and now you are back with me.

We meet again this time it is not for fun.

This time it will last.

Forever is a while.

The pain is here is stay, and this time you will pay.

So, darkness are you there?

Poem: Back again

I do not know where I am.

I see the tunnel, but I cannot see the light.

This place is all so familiar, yet it not what I remember.

A mistake was made, yet I cannot admit what it was.

The halls and walkways bring back joy, but much more pain.

I wish I could turn back, but that boat has long gone.

This road is the one I chose, the one that was less traveled.

I am back where I do not want to be, but this is part that makes me who I am.

I need to turn around and find the hope, but the thought of being is tearful to some.

There is nothing else for me to do, I admit my mistake, and I hope for a brighter day.

Maybe then I can see the light.

Poem: Life’s Test

What did I do?

I thought I was going right, now somehow, I have gone left.

This was not the plan; this is not me.

I miss the old me the one that was hurt and confused.

The one that knew how to win, but always lose.

I jump and I landed, but it still seems as if I missed.

My better choice has left me more broken then heal.

The stress is gone, but the pain still leaves on.

Is this me?

Is this life I am living?

Why do I lose even when I win?

The chance to thrive has left me heartbroken inside.

There is no more for me to do, I am lost, and I truly do not know what to do.

The hope for better, has caused me pain for what I miss.

I guess the test is pass, and now how can I still miss.

Better is not always right, sometimes being hurt is what gives you your meaning of life.

Life has no meaning without just being.

Poem: Why did you go?

This is not the end.

There is so much more to tell, but time is not our friend.

We met on a cold winter night, now we are back here once again many years later.

This is the story of our lives, one that needs to be told.

You and me together until the end of time.

At least that is what I thought, that was the plan well my plan.

Sometimes I guess plans change, and our changed without my approval.

It was supposed to be a quick trip something to clear your mind.

You went to the place that held the other side of your heart, the one that was not mine.

The promise you made that you would come back, was the first one that you broke.

I have no tears left to cry, and no words that I can say to make this right.

You had my heart, and for that I am grateful.

My love you left me, and this time I had to read it on paper.

What happen, why did you have to go?

Did I not love you right, or were the ringing in the clouds to loud for you not to hear?

I do not have the answer I just wish you were here, but that cannot be.

Sometimes two hearts are not better than one.