“The Clock Watcher” (A Repost of my own)

As I sit here watching the clock,

Time seems like it’s moving too slow,

All that’s left to do is dream about,

Is how I could have so much more.

Life is only fair when you make it that way,

Until another day passes and you’ve turned your head away,

I feel my life is just moving so slow,

If I don’t start to run I may never know.

And it’s over now,

I must move on somehow,

No looking back,

To the place I left behind.

So I still sit watching the clock,

But the time means nothing to me,

All that’s left to do is live my dream,

Just the way it was supposed to be.

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“My Last Wishes”

WRITTEN AUGUST 15TH, 2009

To all my dearest friends,

To those who care and those who do not,

When it becomes my end,

Will you be there for me like I have thought?

When my body is laid to rest,

What will be said of me,

Will you all see I have always tried my best,

To be the best I could be?

When I am done with this life and move on,

Will you all truly miss me,

Will you gather, one by one,

Over my open casket, remembering who I used to be?

To all my friends so dear,

While I am lying on my death bed,

Will you all be near,

When I am pronounced dead?

Will you sing songs of wishes,

Will you hold my limp, lifeless hand,

And give me goodbye kisses,

Would you all take a stand?

To all my friends I love,

Please stay by my side,

As you watch my soul fly like a dove,

To what lies beyond the sky.

“One Last Step”

If I had,

One last step,

Would it be,

Forward or backward?

Would I choose,

To see future,

Or see past,

Let me think.

I step forward,

What’s the point,

To see what,

I mustn’t know.

I step back,

Simply to remember,

What already happened,

My wonderful memories.

What’s the point,

To see future,

I only have,

One last step.

So I decide,

I stay put,

I am satisfied,

I’ve done well.

“Flight of a Dove”

WRITTEN IN AUGUST OF 2009:

What is love,

A feeling unexplained,

Visualize the flight of a dove,

Love is uncontained.

My heart is in a vise,

Held by ball and chain,

Wouldn’t it be nice,

To feel love again?

Try me,

Cry with me,

Love me,

Die with me.

Try me,

Sing with me,

Put your trust in me,

Dance all night with me.

Help me to love all,

Every living being,

You are the only one I can call,

You make my heart sing.

I have tried wishing upon a star,

Nothing came of that,

My mind races like that shooting star,

Around, around, and back.

You are my only solution,

You are my one true love,

You are my imagination,

You are the flight of the dove.

“Backed Into a Corner”

It started with a dream last night,

And remains in my head like a hoarder,

This thought is fusing in my mind,

I am backed into a corner.

Why have I lately thought so much?

A thought which appeared out of thin air,

A thought that I cannot touch,

I know the answer that lies there.

I do not want these thoughts again,

I want to live free of this mind bomb,

A thought that has become so bland,

While I appear to the world as calm.

I fear I will never be absolutely gratified,

But isn’t this the human way?

I do not think a life can be stratified,

So perfect, organized, and array.

I must move the obstacles out of my corner,

Therefore I can escape,

I would like for my life to have no borders,

Can anyone relate?

“My Angel In Disguise”

I love you,

I love you, My angel in disguise.

I am lost inside your eyes,

I feel you in my dreams,

You hold me in your arms, so close.

I love you,

I love you, My dream come true,

Do not release me, hold on tight.

I love you,

Words cannot express,

I love you, you filled my emptiness.

I love you,

You have made my dreams come true,

I love you, Just for being you,

So real and true.

Mistakes… Too late,

What do I do if I have to wait?

Last chance, to take his hand,

One more dance to find out where we stand.

I take this time,

To close my eyes,

To see precisely what I did wrong in my life.

Suspended by my broken energy,

I never knew what he truly thought of me.

Please take my hand,

For one last dance,

Just understand,

Where we stand.

Who I am is a never-ending mystery,

To anyone and everyone, including me.

I grip a pass to a ride and it’s called “My Life,”

I wish you’d hold me tight so we can dance all night.

To feel your passion and soft whispers in my ear,

I hold this image so I know you’ll forever be here.

Oh, never let me go,

Oh, please never let me go.

“Take My Hand”