Poems

what once flowed so freely
has become dried up and jammed
no more do the words roll smoothly from my tongue
never satisfied, this suttle mind never gets the job done

this pen has lost all its passion
these keys have growen tired
these words, now something less than to be admired
pen on paper, emotions done.

love, frustration, pain apart
it once flowed to my fingertips
now muffled and confused, i need a fresh start
studdered and stumbling, escaping my lips

my imagination is colourless
blank scenery fills all that is mine
each shot i take is always a complete miss
words don't come, i've given up. flatline.

boxed up, goodbyes and people dressed in black
you took those finals steps into death
left me alone with tears and memories of when it was new
my heart knew when you left, i felt your final breath

remembered every last movement so perfectly
felt all your pain so clearly
and now as you lose yourself staring right at it, i see it too
heavens so far away, becoming something never thought to be

let go of earth, step out of death, let your soul out
forget the flash of the blade, forget all the hurtful shouts
pressing against the walls of life and death, my hearts not that brave
crumbling down upon me is my world, waiting at the lip of the grave

slow motion, fast forward nothing makes sense
replaying that moment when they told me what i already knew
random thoughts scribbled everywhere, grief stricken and tense
are you waiting for me? you must be, belief in this is true

taken from here without reason
torn from my arms carried away with a single wave
feel the last touch, sharp as the drop of a pin
its all i have, i'm standing here on the lip of your grave.