Restless Nights

749 spots

749 spots i have counted 

On the walls in my room,

Staring into the dim 

Moon lit room.
My mind is stirred

And my vision at times blurred

And yet sleep evades me.
I toss and turn

Starboard and Stern

And yet no dreams occur.
163 lines

163 lines I have counted

In the grain of my ceiling

Some big

 and some small

Yet I can’t fall,

Into a deep sleep.

These restless nights,

May turn my plights

Into my inner fights

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Distanced Days

Who knew

That so few 

Moments could feel

Evervescent and outstretched

That it could have you will

That TIME…
For all that we know

Could stop.

So that it could last

But last it won’t

…Time does not

Shift for men

And the heart may stop

Time for that moment

May last a lifetime

And when without

Whether the heart wants

Or not

Time distances itself

And mere minutes may become days

And days could become seconds.

Hi everyone, so I guess we all know this feeling. Where time seems not what it may be. I know my writing style is at times hard to follow, but it my style. I wish to dedicate this to my partner in crime, my opposite, the half that completes me. 

I know it is cheesy, but again, thats me.


To all who read, I say thank you. 

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Glass Bodies

Like glass

You seen before me

Clear and easy to understand

Yet fragile and breakable

And yet you seem so strong

But you are fragile inside

With crystal clear vision

And yet you can be alluring

Like a mosaic frame

Or a catholic church window.

You shed light on many during the brightest days

And yet you provide no light to those in the darkest of nights.

You seem cold and harsh,

Yet you can shield many from brutal winds.

With a body of glass, 

Not just yours,

But mine as well.

We are different bodies,

Yet we are made the same.

Our bodies of glass

Only change with our purpose,

We have a purpose and yet it can be alot, or it can be few.

But think of what our glass bodies can do.

The collection

You had asked me sweetly

If i would ever so clearly

Let you write my poems down

For you to keep.
I refused to let you write

And yet I said I’ll do it 

With all my might

I’ll rewrite
And started I did

From some of my first ones

And yet the memories come flooding

Like a wave of endless tides.
I have started to lose myself 

And with my forgotten poems now at hand

I remember where I am.
I thank you for letting me rewrite

My poems

My past

My life

A dollar,  a coin, a will

Drunk on pain

Dazed by thought

Thought of playin games

ended up doing naught

A golden coin

A silver mine

a treasure trove

A money grove

as many search

and few do find

success in writing

and have time to continue,

the will of the writer

the mind of an author,

the beauty of a poet

and the view of an artist,

all of them are one

with the exception of their trade,

but the fact remains standing

that their skill

and thought

leads to a work of art

etched into paper,

canvas, technology

for all to find

and all to read.

Do any of you have the will

the idea and skill set

to follow your dream and make it come true?

The pebble and the wall

Before you now

A towering wall,

The likes of which 

Would kill you when you fall.
As strong as it appears

It has a weakness.

Just like yours

Which sends you to tears.
The wall may stop many things

But take a pebble

And throw it at the wall

And you can chip at it

Turning it to rubble.
The pebble though small

Puny compared to the wall

Can break it down

And cause severe damage

Its a threat to all.
The wall must be maintained

To last for many days,

But the pebbles are all around

Scattered on the ground

The earth thus stained.
To maintain and keep

To fix and repair

The damage over time

Is quick and easy

But the scars and marks 

The holes and chipped

The cracks and breaks

May never leave.
A reminder, that the pebble is stronger than the keep.

That the wall, to a pebble shall fall

Middle of it all

Stepping out,

From this place,

Stepping from,

your embrace.

A world I see

Staring back

Straight at me

For an eternity.
The fleeting kiss

From the breeze.

The minor stop

Of my heart.
A world so big

Yet so small

A world so high 

Above it all.
I’m standing in the middle of it all

The hidden ark.

I’m standing in the middle of it all

In the middle of nature’s park.
I’m standing in the middle of it all

In the middle of nature’s park.

With my back against the world

Away from its cold embrace

Far away, from, its, gaze

Far away from a single trace.
And looking back

What I see

Is a new start

For you and me
In the middle of nature’s park

Standing next to you

We feel worlds apart

But I’d give you my heart

I’d give you my heart.
I’m standing in the middle of it all

In the middle of nature’s park

Feeling like we’re worlds apart

But I’d give you my heart

I’d give you my heart.