I'm Afraid

An old poem I found in my journal.



I'm Afraid

My heart is happy, but my head’s on fire,
To see you smile is my only desire.
I’m afraid to speak, so afraid you’ll run,
Afraid it will end before it’s begun.

I lay wide awake and wonder if you
In anyway feel the same way I do?
I send you a message, I just say “Hi,”
But there is no “Hello,” and no “goodbye”.

Beauty - An Exercise

This is a writing exercise based on Beauty; at some point I may pull these lines apart and find a poem.


Beauty can drive you crazy
Beauty can make you insane
Beauty can change your outlook
Beauty can cause you pain

Beauty is not your equal
Beauty is the fall of man
Beauty is all you wish for
Beauty is where it began

Beauty will give you heartache
Beauty will be your guide
Beauty will waste to nothing
Beauty will be set aside

Beauty has taken you captive
Beauty has stolen your soul
Beauty has changed you forever
Beauty has swallowed you whole

Beauty knows nothing of substance
Beauty knows it will not last
Beauty knows that you desire it
Beauty knows it is surpassed

Beauty was nothing without you
Beauty was not what you thought
Beauty was more than just pleasure
Beauty was not to be caught

Beauty does not understand you
Beauty does as it will please
Beauty does what will placate it
Beauty does nothing but tease

Beauty may ask what you’re thinking
Beauty may seem more than lust
Beauty may not live forever
Beauty may not earn your trust

Beauty shall know temptation
Beauty shall be denied
Beauty shall take the burden
Burden shall know that you lied

Beauty should be everlasting
Beauty should hold no fears
Beauty should lead your heartstrings
Beauty should shed no tears

Beauty cannot be forgiven
Beauty cannot live within
Beauty cannot find redemption
Beauty cannot dwell with sin

A Love that Dies

Wrote this quite passionately earlier tonight. Thinking of trying to tidy it up a bit, it's very pure at the moment, which I like, but I would love to spend some time on it and turn it into a Sonnet.

A Love than Dies

There is no suffering more mournful,

Nor terror more frightening,

Than the sorrow in your soul of a love that dies.

Whether tis the heart that stops beating,

Or a heart that stops loving,

It is a pain that must be endured

For the rest of your life.

Your heart must keep beating,

Your heart must keep loving,

Else the thoughts and the memories were nought but lies.

Be one with your anguish,

Be one with your regret,

Be one with your heart songs,

Be one with your fate.

You will always remember,

You will never forget,

Your heart will keep beating,

So please do not fret.