What's Left

It seems that time has taken its leave of this place and all that is left are the memories and hopes for the future.

The phantom smiles stain my eyes and the distant laughter rings in my ears.

I realize then that life has been lived here and I would not change that if I could.

Blissful Sadness

to love
to all things in this world that are painful
to struggles
to rewards
everything mixed
good and bad
eternal shadows in the light
immortal flames in the dark

How strange we are
those who feel
we think we are alone
we are never alone

petty and beautiful
complex and aesthetic
bored and busy
familiar strangers
blissful sadness

The Space Between

In the wind
Leaves are falling.
They are near to each other
Yet they are separate.
The brisk wind softly caresses their shapes.

They twist and turn
Fighting to stay afloat.
It's as if they watch each other
Silently watching each other on their journey
Toward the ground.

They are connected by spirit,
but the space between them
Keeps them from ever touching.
They are bound to follow each other until they complete their purpose.

Without warning, one begins to fall
It has lost it's motivation
The life that was underneath it's wings is gone
It has come to a crashing end.

The other sees the cracked body
It falters
The wind is gone
It is falling faster than ever
Following the leaf before
Until it comes to a chaotic rest next to it's love.

Comparisons

he, her, she, him
He loves her
she loves him
they both love each other

We, them, they, us
We love them
They love us
All is well

he, him, she, her
He loves him
She loves her
they both love each other

They, us, we, them
They love us
We hate them
they are wrong

They look for refuge
They strive for peace
They die for love

We close our doors
We fight for what is "right"
We kill their love

He, her, he, him, she, him, she, her
He loves her
He loves him
She loves him
She loves her
They all love each other.

We are not a part of them.
We are filled with hate
We do not love
We do what is "right"

As I Sit in My Chair

I ponder;
the shapes on the desk around me
the shape of the one I love
the shape of the minds of those who hate
But most of all I ponder the shape of my thoughts

I think;
I think on the sounds down the hall
I think on his sweet words
I think on the want of acceptance
But most of all I think on my actions

I dream;
I dream of the paths I will take
I dream of the places we'll go
I dream of the day when all my dreams come true
But most of all I dream of freedom

I ponder the shape of my thoughts
I think on my actions
I dream of freedom

Buried

Look for it
It's there in the eyes of those who have lost
Are losing
Love is there
Past the pain
Past the tears
Find it and you will know who they are

Look for it
It's in the cries of the mother and fathers whose children have gone
Hope is there
Past the confusion
Past the doubt
Find it and you'll know how they've struggled

Look for it
It's there in the fiber of the wounded and broken
Wishes are there
Past the broken bones
Past the cuts
Find it and you will know how strong they are

In this world
We find so much pain
Let us all find a place where we can dance in the fields
Without the worry of what's hurting or breaking us down

Let cancer fade away
Let young become old
Let families stay one
Let friends connect forever and always

The world that we crave is inside us all
Buried deep within
Past our skin
Past our hearts
If we can find it, our souls will unite
Let me take you there

Paint Me As I Am

Paint me in a sea of water shining bright, floating like a bird in the air
Paint me with vibrant color and tye-dyed noise
Don't make me look like someone you know
Paint me as I am

Paint me expressing myself in silent words
Paint me with the smile that hides my sorrows
Don't show the sides of me I don't like
But most of all paint me as I am

Paint my spirit flying free with the birds and the sun.
Paint me around the people that I love.

Paint me like a phrase, long and flowing
Make me look like I'm full of color
But most of all paint me as I am

Paint my personalities, my feelings
Show me spinning my dreams
Paint me with the colors of my characteristics
But most of all paint me as I am.

Timeline

stopped.
I am stopped.
by what, I cannot tell.
I am a being lost in limbo, forever falling while ever so still.
I am I and that is all I can be

going.
We are going.
to where? We know not.
We are two beings who are far apart but closer than anyone.
We are what We say but We will always love each other.

gone.
the Past is gone.
the Past is what made Us and Me.
the Past is definite, Past things remain in the Past.

here.
the Present is here.
the Present is what separates Us.
the Present is now Presently passing our Present states.

soon.
the Future will come soon.
the Future will define Us and Me.
the Future cannot be seen. Future hopes and Future dreams are unknown.

Stopped
Going
Gone
Here
Soon

I
We
Past
Present
Future

Didn't I See You Crying?

A silent storm began to rage
The two plump hills were cloaked in rose
The pair of bright pools, suddenly dull and clouded
Began to overflow
The rain came down
There was no stopping it.
The cave opened wide;
A sound reverberating in the deep tunnels
A silent storm caused by a brief,
earsplitting,
Heartbreaking
Clap of thunder.
As the bullet struck his true love in the heart.
As the car smashed in on her daughter.
The storm subsides.
The damage remains.
The storm rages in time.
The damages are rebuilt in time.
The love is never lost.
In time.

Reflections on the Fog

There's a fog outside my window
Dense
Clouding my vision
Blocking out the road
Blurring all the lines.

There's a fog inside my mind
Dense
Clouding my thoughts
Blocking out the future
Blurring all the lines

There's a fog
Dense
Clouding
Blocking
Blurring

Light
In the fog
Creating clear shafts
Diffusing rapidly
Making itself holy
Floating in the fog

Darkness
In my head
Everlasting night
Stopping the process
hanging from my skull

Light
Meets Darkness
In the shadow of my head
The light surrounds it
But cannot penetrate

There's a fog inside my window outside my mind
Too dense
Clouding my thought's vision
Blocking out the future's road
Blurring all the lines
comfort is found in the encompassing abyss.

Grounded

It called to me
Its voice: distant moans
It begged: 'Come away with me!'
Its fingers brushed my face
Once they passed; they pulled at me with invisible strings
When I did not follow; it was insulted
It left so fast
It never came back
My refusal
Broke the Wind's heart.

Frozen Fire

He leaps with grace, like a raging fire.
His feet move through the snow with as much ease as a fox
His body twists like the fingers of heat that grasp at my heart
My soul is caught in the frozen surroundings.

His eyes burn with the intensity of the sun
My stone-cold heart begins to melt
His love is passionate, like that of a warm summer's evening
My spine is shaken with a shiver of coolness

The environment, frozen, around him
Is changed by his presence
The faces made of cold steel turn
The hearts of stone crack

His flame is bright and hot
But he is encased in a thick shell of ice
His movements are restricted by the crystallizing setting
His fire fades

My hands reach from the desolate wasteland
When our skin collides
My flame ignites
And our dance begins
Our hearts entwined in a forever burning flame

Intro: more than just an overture...

Hi all! My name's Ian. I started this blog mainly to publish some of my poetry. (Yeah, I know what you're thinking: 'Oh god, here we go, another online poet') But I'm not trying to make a name for myself or impress anyone with my writing. This is merely a grouping of works that I have written and hope to share with some people. I also would love to get some feedback :) Well, onward and upward, right?