Memories

A cracked mirror won’t look the same again
A resurrection forever won’t last
There’s no going back on a one-way lane
As all things behind me become the past
In tough times I’ll recall a memory
But they keep slipping from my fingers
Thus I forget that which made me happy
Despite those golden times the pain lingers
But if my sanctuary is crumbling
I can rebuild it with new memories
They will protect me when down I’m tumbling
And grant me strength to rush my enemies

I walk on. The future is waiting for me
And I’ll go and a build a new memory.


30th June 2003

Apart

It’s never stopped raining since yesterday
And it’s for myself I am left to fend
As the worlds soaked and everything’s turned grey
I wonder if the pain will ever end
Wrongly taken away you were from me
For reasons, they said, were for the better
We had the strength to last an eternity
But without you I have become weaker
The rain continues to fall on my skin
But I know the rain droplets are your tears
With the great pain shared, the torment is grim
But these words you won’t be able to hear

Bleeding horribly is my wounded heart
I can’t bear the pain of being apart


28th June 2003

When will I make the TPS Spotlight of the Week?!

There’s a place called the Poet’s Sanctuary
Where poets are given the chance to speak
But one question consistently bothers me
When will I make the spotlight of the week?!
Everyone thinks my poems are quite good
I keep churning out good stuff constantly
Achieve this goal? I would if I could!
But this damn spotlight keeps eluding me
Week after week comes by with no success
Sooner or later, my time’s got to come
Call me an annoyance call me a pest
But I won’t shut up until I have won

Will this poem get the spotlight? Who knows?
Here’s hoping it does and ceases my woes.


28th June 2003

We all have wings: A tribute to Hayao Miyazaki

We all have our wings but some don’t use them
As sad as it seems, they don’t know how to
But the day is coming - I don’t know when
When we will fly into the sky of blue
I know there’s lots to offer in this world
And it’s worth holding memories so dear
And it’s worth sticking to the ideas you’ve held
So take a great leap forward with no fear
It doesn’t matter if you’re young or old
Keep your head high and choose a path to take
Move forward - Build a story to be told
Go to a destiny for you to make

Believe it: Magic exists in us all
By knowing this, you’ll fly and never fall.


24th June 2003

The Journey of Winter's Passing

All the white snow melted in the morning
As the night packed up and left with it’s stars
We come here with the arrival of Spring
When we have spent so long coming this far
Rivers of melting ice flow to oceans wide
But no width no great can break a friendship
Through day and night, we journey like a tide
I’ll help you if, on this march, you should slip
Whether in sun or icy winter howl
When will this journey end? No one can tell
We’ve been through so much to ever stop now
Because we have something we won’t drop or sell

The seasons change as this friendship stands strong
But we won’t ever stop singing this song


24th June 2003

No one came to my party

The letterbox’s empty cos’ there’s no mail
The cake isn’t tasting as great as it should
The wine’s going flat and the beer’s no good
And all the tasty food is going stale
The music’s loud but there’s no dancing feet
Where there should be voices, there’s only silence
This solitary existence makes no sense
And there’s no one at the front door to greet
But no one’s listening cos no one does care
Since no one bothered to know, no one knows
And as this day’s been invaded by lows
What good is a party when no one’s there?

I shouldn’t be crying on my birthday
So dig me a grave where in I can lay


12th June 2003

Night Terror

It starts happening in the dead of night
From each end of the house it comes prowling
It comes like a ravenous beast growling
And this leaves me hugging my pillow tight
The damage caused will be too much to mend
As plaster falls from the ceiling crumbling
Shaking the house with it’s ghastly rumbling
This is a monstrosity of legend
Enough to make one a quivering heap
There is nothing for me to reach out to
I wonder how long this will continue
This paranoia that keeps me from sleep

Who’s there to fool? Yes it’s true: My Dad snores
And there’s one thing I want to know: Does yours?


7th June 2003

Taking Punches

I feel great but you don’t like that at all
You aren’t happy until my eyes are red
You will do anything to make me fall
You gladly rip my self-esteem to shreds
You cram my ears with the dreadful of lies
You say you will be my friend and help me
Why? Because I’m pathetic in your eyes
The deception is all the more funny
The best is when true colours are revealed
And when all my hopes and dreams come out blank
My fate as a gullible prat is sealed
While you laugh all the way to the bank

So tell me, was it a worthwhile joke
To see a deceived and broken man choke?


7th June 2003