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Pennies

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It was a love
so disgraceful;
like unwanted pennies.

That marred
the velvet guitar case;
of a street musician.

A love
that didn’t belong;
wasted existence.

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Resonance

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There is a boy.
Wait he isn’t a boy anymore.
He’s a man.
Or is he?
Maybe he’s a boy stuck in the body of a man.
I love this man-boy.

But then there is life.
And sometimes she can be a real beach.
Like the hungry ocean waves.
Waves that are never satisfied
till they take everything away from you.
Not the material things, though.
No, she doesn’t want those.
She wants the fibers that keep you sane.

Remember that boy, that man-boy I love?
She took him away.
And he went willingly.
Why would he do that?
Maybe with the beach he belongs.
Just maybe that’s true.

There is a corner,
A corner that makes me invisible.
I call retreat where,
no one can see my
tear-stricken face,
bleeding heart,
and restless mind.
Falling, falling quickly into oblivion.

Remember that boy, that man-boy I love?
The one I
let myself fall for?
let down my walls for?
wished my future had a place for?
Just broken words and wasted time.

Time heals all wounds.
That is what he said.
But the scars remain like memories of today.
That is what she said.
There is life, an amazing life after us.
That is what he said.
You are wrong! There is life within us.
That is what she said.

There is a boy.
Wait he isn’t a boy anymore.
He’s a man.
Or is he?
Maybe he’s a boy stuck in the body of a man.
I love this man-boy.

But now he’s gone.
The beach took him away.
Those hungry waves.
But I’m not going anywhere.
I’m right here at the seashore.
Waiting.
Waiting for him to come back home.