Loneliness of Perfection

Cross the worn path and fall
Into the deep woods of alone
Where unbroken crisp snow
Is still pristine and deer gaze silently.
Dip your fingers into the iciness
Of alone and perfect
Feel them go numb,
See them go red,
 like the swollen eyes
Of the girl you left behind
The night you decided
She followed the worn path too far.



Hey! Brand spankin' new poem!  Just wrote it minutes ago.  I really like it. =)  That's why I'm sharing it.  Enjoy. ~T

Frozen

This isn't a new poem. I just never posted it. I felt like it's just a repeat in different words of other poems I have written. I also didn't like the end of it. But when I re-read it tonight, I found what needed to be added to the end to make me like the flow. But I still feel like it's a repeat. Sharing it none the less. enjoy ~T


Shut it down
put up the walls
because what's inside
I don't like at all
Shield my face
with tears of ice
freeze them out
try to be nice
too warm, too soft, too plush
inside
to deserve anything
besides
Broken, shattered
trying to tape it back together
holding on
against this cold weather
Where I end is not where I begin
but open minds
are longed for again
open hearts lost
in the madness of this winter storm
I just want to be held
comforted, to be warm
to be loved, to be cherished
forever more.

Alone

Alone in the night
my heart
I do fight
empty and aching
never to sleep
never to waking
alone in my dreams
alone in my fears
alone tonight
alone for years
calloused hands broke
calloused eyes blind
empty soul took
empty soul left behind
chips and pieces
more than enough
the hollow sound too much
being alone is tough
reaching for something
anything to hold
dying to be loved again
before I'm too old.

This poured out of me after feeling so alone w/o anyone special in my life for a long time now. Seeing other people complain about missing loved ones who have to be away from them for a while, to me it's like, at least you know they are out there and that they love you. I'm not knocking your pain of missing them, I just am jealous I suppose. I'd rather be in pain of missing someone than the pain I have sometimes of not having anyone to miss.
~T

Never Ending Heart Break

folded, closing
ending this tale
my heart is shuttered
sobbing in jail
each try was worth the risk
but too wounded, it now leaves a trail
waiting, waiting for one to follow
lift me up, for the breeze to sail
broken and lost
I sit by the trail
someone will come along eventually
but that too may fail
that's how it continues
like chain mail
leaving my heart in pieces
always ready to bail.

Just wrote this a moment ago. I just feel like from one relationship to another that it just leaves more and more wounds to heal and that with each new relationship I try, I'm just waiting for them to fix the broken heart the last one left. I don't think that is fair to them. So I feel like now I'm blocking myself off, letting myself heal and waiting for the right one to come along when I'm ready and when God thinks I'm ready. Lord, sometimes I think I'm ready...but that's only myself lying to myself.
~T