Open the shades and let the light shine

Originally posted by Coldfire
Heyyyy hug I dunno actually cuz I don't know much about it lol. How you been??

Hey folks! Got a poem here that I thought might be OK for this thread. It's not positive nor is it really negative, hope you don't mind.

A MEMORY

Each day you fade more and more from my mind.
Each day you are one more step further away from me.
Each day your image becomes more and more hazy in my mind.
Each day you become a gloomy shadow of how much you used to mean to me.

Every night you bring loneliness to my dreams.
Every night your memory subconsciously rips at my heart.
Every night you are but a mere ghost painfully haunting my dreams.
Every night you keep me awake as I try and bring you back to my heart.

My life is so empty without you.
I can’t even remember who you really are
And what you mean to me.
But I do know that we shared some good times together.
Those memories are growing rusty in my mind.
I remember that you were always there for me
I could always open my heart to you
And you’d always come through for me.
Now I don’t know if I can confide in a memory.

Hey Immortality thanks for contributing. I would say this poem is bittersweet. I liked it. It seems like it was written without to much of a pause. I will try to think of one for your post now.

Thank you!
(I have such a simple vocabulary! Everytime someone gives a compliment I dunno what to say so I always end up saying thank you!)

Bittersweet? I was thinkin about my best friend when I wrote this, I left high school this year and I thought I'd never see her again cuz of distance related reasons.
Hmm, I guess it is bittersweet.

Strings caught tight from head to foot
Catch the music in the air
Strings vibrating under my touch
Send dancers twirling without care
Strings, such simple things
Although I know it aint much
Strings evoke these pleasurable thoughts
Can you play the strings on my heart?

I 'll whisper in your ear
As you draw near
I'll kiss you slow
I'll kiss you soft
sending your heart aloft
I'll nuzzle your chin
As you begin
To let me in.
I'll play the strings on your heart.

I was listening to some guitar music and wanted to write something down. I was trying to go for a two part poem but it seems to be two separate ones. What do you guys think. One or Two. Makes some changes for a cleaner fit or work on each one as their own?

I think the second one has a tone of its own. It's different from the first

Thanks immortality. I was thinking the same thing.

well I have been gone sometime so let me keep this thread alive with a little revising of one of the poems.

Strings caught tight form head to foot

Sending music to the air

Strings vibrating under touch

Makes dancers without care.

Strings, such simple things

But as complex as my heart

For when your hand lays upon it

There is no telling what may start.

I am back from my winter's sleep once more and will post some more glass half full kind of stuff that you find in your oreo treats like the time you had just the right saturation of milk in the cookie and always wished to perfect that moment once more.

yell

Crap, over a year since I have been here.
You wouldn't believe I hold poetry dear.

Running around passing time
With nothing to show that is truly mine.

I put off and put up
But now I need to step up.

One short poem later
I arrive near the end.

I promise one more
better
around the bend.

Wow I took almost a whole year to follow up on this and on my other post I haven't been on for over three years. So may be I can find something here to throw out. Perhaps a look at my random meanderings.

Something appropriate for this theme.
..... Hmmm......

Okay. Here we go.

Sometimes the urge moves you
towards a desperate search for pen and paper.

Fearful of losing a concise thought
You bound
down the stairs
or the hallway

Rifle viciously through drawers
Unaware of labored breaths
Expelling from your heaving chest.

Breaths of desire
Breaths of anticipation
Breaths of need

For once you claim your piece of paper
By planting your pen upon its fertile soil
Your thoughts shoot out
Like lightening marking a path
Upon this earth .

And at the end you look over what you have done
Feeling Like
Conqueror
Lover
Creator
All in one.

Smile,
Your art is done.

Here is another one keeping with the positive thread.

Remember the first kiss?
How about that name?
Did you miss?

Remember the stars at the lake?
First days away from family.

Remember the dew on the grass?
Cold, cool, and clean.

Remember lightening bugs cupped in your hand?
Or how about your feet in the sand?

Can you go back ever again?
No that was then.
But I remember when.......

So I will do it perhaps, once more.

At another beach or backyard at night

I will do it again and it will feel so right.

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