Category: Poetry

There is no room in your heart for me. Even though you fill mine.

I have loved you a long time, From a long distance. The perfect Long Distance Lover. No more.

When we step back and really look We can see the patterns woven Into the tapestry of our lives, Telling an epic that generations From now lovers will remember And reference, as we recall Paris and Helen. Tristan and Isolde. Dante and Beatrice. The Writer and his Muse, Bound together Forever.

an empty bowl is best to receive nourishment.

For long I pursued the prize, Chasing the booty o’er the seas But now she sinks before mine eyes Broken by the rocks with ease. Though we fight with heart and will Pursuing the object of our lust Yet we be but mere men still And the Ocean’s favor we cannot trust.

Soul Taker. Dream Crusher. Hope Killer. The Void. Maneater. Breaker of Vows. Once, the Most Beautiful. Yet the Angel has fallen And from her pit of despair Destroys all good Out of envy and lust.

When I told you “I love you” You laughed it off as a joke. Then you chased a love new And left me heart broke.

More than making you happy I want to make you feel alive, As you gave me new life With all the pains and joys, The ebbs and flows of Constant change Renewing my soul daily.

What you crave is not out there. You must turn your gaze within. Strength comes to those who dare To face the void and battle within.

I still dream of you And don’t want to wake. Dying of a thirst That only you can slake.