Writer’s Wednesday #12
Well, the writer is stumped so…
Andy Skib ~ To Have Heroes ~ The Pearls ~ MWK
David Cook ~ American Idol S7 ~ MWK ~ Axium
Rob Thomas ~ Matchbox 20
Thank goodness these guys don’t seem to have my problem!
Writer’s Wednesday #11
Where are you going?
Have I been there, can I follow?
I am tired of where I am,
Where I am going,
Of the road that I travel
I lost it somehow –
My sense of adventure
Left it behind, on the roadside
In a ditch
I’ve walked and walked
Been everywhere and nowhere,
Seen everything and nothing,
I’m tired and alone
Where are you going?
Have I been there, can I follow?
written February 1994
Writer’s Wednesday #10
Where can I go?
Locked up in my own mind
Closed off by walls
Of my own creation
Walls too high to climb
Do I have the spirit
To knock them down
Or, must I go through life
Trapped behind these walls
I built to keep you out
But, instead they work only
To keep me in, alone
Protected from everything
Except, the fiercest
Enemy of all
Myself
written February 1994
pounding, pushing, pulsing
blinding, biting, bruising
crushing, cutting
pain washes over me
caressing me with its razor edge
limp, lifeless
battered, beaten, broken
I wish it would leave me
this monster that’s attacking me
this…
written May 2006
Writer’s Wednesday #9
GONE
Morning arrives
And you’re not here
Alone I face the world
Emptiness envelops me
Invades my soul
Looking ahead I wonder
How I will make it
Even through this second
When my single reason
To carry on
Is gone
written January 1994
So-
you’re leaving
going somewhere, anywhere
out of here – away
far
Lonliness-
envelops me
traps me, keeps me
here – alone
scared
Why-
must it happen
this way, or anyway
leaving is so painful
but
Staying-
being left behind
not being able
to follow, is
worse
written February 1994
Writer’s Wednesday #8
Silently you smile
Offering a helping hand
A gift of joy and happiness
Lifts my spirits higher
Than I ever dreamed
The limits of joy
Stretched beyond
All hurt and pain
Life appears before me
As endless possibilities
A chance to touch perfection
the will to try again
written March 1, 1994
Writer’s Wednesday #7
Love’s Cast
A peaceful shadow
across a moonlit room
your presence stirs my soul
Waking that which has lain dormat
since before my time began
Wakefulness a blessing and a curse
my heart’s desire
a step outside my grasp
Taunting, teasing, never fulfulling
wants-desires-needs
plead for completion
for that which never comes
Searching all directions
my heart breaking; soul shattering
realization of impossibility
I let go — ye, holding on tightly
that elusive word
set within my grasp
My hand and love’s hand
clasped
written May 20, 1994
updated June 3, 2008
Writer’s Wednesday #6
union
gently touching, softest caress
like a whisper, or
a delicate spring breeze
passing across you, on
a warm sunlit day
my hands drift across
the surface of my love,
more than just a touch
emotion crossing tactile barriers
leaving nothing unshared
written April 17, 1994
updated May 27, 2008
Writer’s Wednesday #5
Love Hold My Heart
Loving you is something
I did not chose to do
love tapped me on the shoulder
bound my broken heart to you
Now loving is more painful
than what I had before
and my mended heart is tearing
as you walk out the door
Is there nothing I could do
to bring your love back to me
knowing it’s our togetherness
that brought peace back to me
Please release my aching heart
or hold it more gently to you
because loving you is something
I did not choose to do
written March 1994
updated January 2004
Writer’s Wednesday #4
My Life
As I wander through my life
Not the way it is
But — the way it should be
I see you standing there, waiting for me
Life the way it can be
Happiness and laughter surround us
As we share the world together — as one
You and I in my life
The way it could be, if I had met you
Not him — first
Held you to me, loved you the way
I want to now
To be with you and share with you
That which he already has
You as my life, filling the emptiness within
Using friendship and love to close the gap
I wonder how I made it this far — alone
As I wander through my life
Wanting what can never be
I see you standing here, waiting for me
written February 9, 1994
updated 2004
Writer’s Wednesday #3
All That Glitters
Love is…
As gentle as spring rains
As sharp as a razor
Guides me through life
Opening and closing doors
Blinding me to all
But that to which it leads
Helpless in the grasp
Of that which I can’t control
Life spinning wildly
Tender hearts tearing
A world out of control
And like that which glitters
All that breaks your heart
…is not love
November 2001
