Fountain Pen

I feel like a poet from long ago
Writing verses in long hand
With words deeper than seven oceans
Life touching everyone’s but his own
Certainly, there’s a better way
Yet no one knows of it
And when a soul does find
I pray they bury it deep
Deeper than words of poets long gone
For nothing is more precious
Than open wounds longing to heal

When everything I do is wrong

Can’t I just disappear?
This wretched earth is too much for me.
I admit, I have my faults
And yes, I go overboard
But I’m never thoughtless… I have remorse.
Yet I do not understand
How everything I do is wrong
And everyone else is right
I can say some things, but I don’t really have a say
Everyday, indeed, I seem to only think of me
But all I really can do is complain.
In the end I still give myself up…
To everyone, to anyone.
Won’t somebody please teach me how to be selfish?
Or better yet, somebody, take me away.

I carry in my heart, wilted Daffodils

Another day, another reminder
Of all the truths, and lies
And how they can be hopeful;
And how they can be painful;
Or how they can be just truths, and just lies.
Another day, another reminder
Of every piece of memory, remembered or forgotten
And how they can foster happiness;
And how they can foster regret;
Or how they can be just memories.
Another day, another reminder
Of love, and laughter, and tears
Of you and me,
And everywhere I go, I carry
In my heart, wilted Daffodils
They smell of old love,
Of waiting, and perhaps agony
Another day, another reminder
Of love without life,
Of life without love,
Of you, and me.

 

For those who are feeling lonely tonight, you have company in my poem. But I do hope everybody is happy. Surround yourself with friends, and you’ll surely be surrounded by love. Happy Valentine’s Day! 🙂