"Thunderstorm"- A Poem

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My heart is the one storm you can’t conquer

The one bridge you can’t cross

What happened? Feet got tired

Spring is coming don’t lose your grip

(I need you more than my brain lets me believe)

And yesterday you smelled of hope

And grass in the summer

You reminded me of that book I love

With the happiness machine

And the dying but living section for the dreamers…

But that stubborn voice is telling me you’ll hurt me

I’ve lived while dying only once

I couldn’t really take the feeling

Of loads of emptiness (not too much pain)

Just lightness (the bad kind that is

disguised as darkness)

I don’t think you’d do that to me

But something is telling me

You are capable of it.

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"Plain Remarks"- A Poem

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You whispered those words in my ear

And they sounded like the feeling

Of us living in a tent

And waking up to watch the sunrise

While the fire that died last night

(after the plain remarks and mixes of sorrows

were over)

Said its ashes are our past

And the people we met on that old gravel road

Didn’t know our names

Or history because if they did

They wouldn’t want to write a book about it

For people don’t want to read of unsureness

Or regret.

"My Cup Of Hope"- A Poem

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I have this cup of hope
That fills itself to the brim
When I see you.
It overflows with the laughter of children,
Leaves rustling under my feet on a crisp fall day and
Miniscule fireflies that flutter with promise in the starry night sky.

I have this cup of hope
That loses its wonder
When I see you with her.
It looks like children crying,
Leaves that are gone because of an icy winter and
The lonely fireflies are left to perish in the jar.