What Thoughts Ran Through His Head?

I wrote this a long time ago..and it makes me sad. =( So I'm posting it to make you sad, too....lol


He took the poker in his hand
And plunged it in the flames.
Instantly a million sparks came shining
And smoldered as they ran.
He settled in his sagging chair
And clasped his transparent hands.
Withdrawing into the dark corner of his distant mind
He could have been anywhere.
Reflecting the curling flames before him
His black eyes glowed with life.
Though still as death the rest of his being
In quiet thought did not stir.
What thoughts ran through that silver head,
What memories coursed through his conscious
And stirred unknown emotions
That did not show upon his face.
Unmovable, fixed, a rock, or a stone,
He sat with bony fingers curled
Smoke curling about the room
And sharply piercing his nostrils.
What cause we wonder is it
That made the chimney stopped,
Preventing mixed fumes and vapors,
To escape into the free air.
Instead they found their wandering way
About his stil and actionless form.
Covered in a choking haze
His mere sillouette could be seen.
The steady rising of his breast
Was disturbed with a slight tremor.
Smoke, once a flourishing tree,
Was the stamp of death, once life.
This is what filled the room,
What was his present reality.
Unaffected, he remained enclosed
Within his thoughts.
What thoughts we cannot cease to wonder
Could have caused him to hate
His own life so much that he
Let himself suffocate.

A Name

As much as I love my part

And can't wait for the acting to start

There's a feeling deep inside my heart

That there's something just not right.

It's a suggestion, a word.

It says "I love you"

And makes me think of a sword

And wit and humor.

Memories, not too long ago

But gone, definitely gone.

Memories filled with the glow

Of laughter, joy, and fun.

But stirred up in all of that

Are questions, and pain.

However, it doesn't make me sad

Because, it's gone, I say!

It is a name

It is a memory

It is a play

It is a story.

To sum it all up

In a simple word

It is this:

It is Beatrice.

:)

I miss you...

Sooo...let's all shed a tear for my depressing poetry. =P





I love you

I miss you

I wanna wrap my arms around you.



But if you were here

I wouldn't touch you.

There's too much fear

To tell you

That I really truly love you.



I love you.

I miss you.

I wanna wrap my arms around you.



But if I saw you

Right now, today

I wouldn't touch you

Because I know you wouldn't be the same.


You wouldn't laugh with me

Like you used to.

You wouldn't talk and joke around.

The earnestness we once had together

Would not be found.



It's okay.

I understand.

I know it's all my fault.

But sometimes...

I can't help but wish

You were here to hold my hand.


I love you.

I miss you...





Goodbye.