Poem: Return

I am scared of you.

I fear everything that you do.

The things that you bring.

To the way you make the ocean sing.

The sound of the wind makes the humming in my heart want to break.

The love I have is not enough to give.

The thoughts of time have pass me by.

The sense of sensibility is not in you.

Windows are open to the world that I do not want.

The hope I used to dream has gone away.

I think it is time for me too.

This will be last for me, and you to.

One day I will return, but I am not sure.

Poem: Us All

The wind is blowing.

The leaves are singing.

The rain is dry, and my eyes now lie.

 Pain of moving the hand but leaving the world full of sand.

The ocean has never called my name, but I love to hear it sing.

Lovers are not what we are called.

Thunder runs through us all.

The sound of hope whispers in my ear, yet I feel hopeless when you are not here.

I am thinking of the storms that have come and gone.

The way it held the ground, and the roots never lost the edge.

The things that seem fair are often seldom sweet.

This is deal between you and me.

Poem: Soul Storm

A storm is brewing, and I am no longer chasing.

I see the dream, but I do not see the vision.

Looking for the mood to switch, but things just stay the same.

Not knowing if this is true and if this life is worth the pain it bares.

The Storm is getting closer, and the dreams are fading.

You write your lover one last note.

You seal it with a kiss one that you dug deep from your soul.

Sad and hurt, but that does not mean anything to the heart.

Love is gone and you are just know realizing that it is lost, but is it for good?

The rain is pouring, but you soul is like a fire that will not get put out.

When will be enough so that the test is pass?

I am just trying to live my life, but that just does not seem to be good enough.

Poem: Lost Pain

Living in a desert of pain you forget feelings.

You forget how the storm is made.

You forget how to shut the eyes so you your tears.

You lose to ability to run and hide.

All you know is pain.

Something that grips your heart and leaves a mark that no one can hide.

The day you left is when my pain began.

The day I dried, and the tears fell like the rain.

I tried to dry them, but I loved the pain.

It is no longer an enemy.

It is my strength to learn to live without you.

Will it last, I do not know?

Do I want it to, no.

I just want to live free without the worries of letting go.