I am still surviving,
but I hope
someday, someday soon,
I will again
begin to live”
I’m not gonna lie to you, I’ve been writing and rewriting a lot lately. These are two of my favorite pieces that I’ve written thus far, so please enjoy these poems. Thank you. Have a nice day.
This is piece was inspired by “If By Chance” by Ruth B. and The Light We Lost by Jill Santopolo.
Hello, Old Friend. Do you remember me?
You seem to have captured my thoughts recently.
Do you ever think of me?
Do you ever think of the nights spent dreaming and
Planning for a tomorrow?
Do you remember the songs we sang as the rain broke
Through the window pane and kissed our cheeks?
You know, some nights I dream about you.
It’s nothing too crazy or wild, but I’ll dream of you.
We’ll be somewhere that I don’t remember but
Can’t forget and we’ll be doing something minute,
But there would be this free wind, this whisper of
The past, blowing through your hair. Your eyes would
Have that look in them that conveyed so much but
Said practically nothing. And you’d emit such a laugh
That could bring the world to a knee.
But then I’d wake up. Those are the saddest, I think.
The nights when everything you wanted visits
You with a resounding disappointment.
We were so young and dumb and willing to forget
Our futures for something so fleeting.
If you could go back in time, would you?
Would you come with me to a time where our
Only concern was each other?
This might sound a bit selfish, but I see you every once
In a while. You’ll be with your wife and your daughter and
You’ll look so genuinely happy. And my heart shatters
With the thought that I, once upon a time, was the only
Person that knew how beautiful your smile truly was.
Now, she knows our secret. She knows the innermost
Parts of your soul that only revealed themselves after
Nights spent on rooftops and in quiet retreats into the night.
Now, she knows our secrets.
I’m sorry. I’ve bombarded you with overanalyzed
emotional secrets. How is your life going, Old Friend?
Are you happy? With her? Are you satisfied with the
Life that has chosen you?
I hope you are.
And the last one is just a poem about birds on a power line.
Pretty little birdie
how beautiful it
must feel to have
the wind rush through
you and have the
shivering chill reach
through to your bones
The freedom you
must face every
How beautiful it
Pretty little birdie
how sweet it must be
to be one with the sky
and to sing her to sleep
and awaken her with
your sweet melodies
How so very sweet
I wish I could be like you
I wish I could fly
into the morning sky
and chirp my thanks
to her in every intonation
How lovely it should be
to fall in love with the
world below you
How lovely it certainly
How absolutely beautiful
it must be to be a
pretty little birdie
Again, have an amazing day, and hopefully I’ll see you soon.