Unfinished poems, FINISHED!

A certain darling man wrote me and said he had edited and added to my unfinished poems I recently posted.....


If I ever had the right answers to your awkwardly placed questions,

I pray I can tell you all though you'll just forget them.

If I can't sing the right notes, or words get caught in my throat
I hope you see the thoughts in my eyes.

If I manage to make you smile wide,
I hope you'll let it linger long enough to capture it in my mind.

If I ever seem to stare too long, or my grip is far too strong,
I pray you know I'm barely hanging on.

If I reach out and I am only able to touch your hand,
I hope you know you touch my heart.

If I can only show you one thing,
I pray you can you can see what I see.

A rare and priceless treasure is what you are.

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Burning, smolder, rubble and ash.
Walking slow and picking up the pieces.
-alone
Trying to remember, trying to forget.
Wishing I had a drink to wash it all away.
-hurting
Words you said come back to me through the rustle of the wind.
Confusion suddenly trickles away, stinging on my skin.
-sobbing
You seem to drift away, coming back to lead me on.
Only when I'm falling once again do I realize you're gone.
-longing
You're only good for one thing, and babe it isn't me.
I can't seem to move on even though you say I'm free.
-chained
shackled to a past that I never should have had
walking a path that i chose for me
-downcast
i raise my eyes, looking for a reason to continue
scanning the horizons for just a glimpse of you
-lost
i can only sit on the side of the path and cry out
my only choice is to wait for the end to come

Tahrea talks about communication......

I found myself musing a very common subject tonight, a subject near and dear to just about everyone. And I think that I was pondering said subject because it relates with Company and Hallmark created our upcoming holiday which feeds on it. Yes, I am talking about... Relationships. More specifically, communication in relationships. People existing, interacting, and connecting with other people. It is an amazing concept for some. I mean, think about your latest relationship, how it was formed, how you feel about that person, etc. Are they your friend? Significant other? Puppet? Fling? Worst enemy? How do you communicate with them? DO you communicate with them? See, as I've gotten older I have found that communication is key to a successful relationship, no matter how you are relating to the other person. And, MAN, have I seen some great relationships fail because of miscommunication. It's not just cheating or lying; it's being passive-aggressive or evasive. It's also avoiding certain subjects for various reasons. I would love to see a relationship where both people were direct and they knew where the other stood. Imagine the answers to questions like, "Does my hair look alright?" "What do you want for dinner?" "Does this dress make me look fat?" "What do you think?" I feel that everyone time someone responds to one of those questions (and more) with the response that they think the other wants to hear and it is NOT the response that originally popped in their head, there has to be a little bitterness. You did not tell that person what you thought. You did not give your own answer. You pulled a tried-and-true response out of your hat and handed them this line they have programmed you to use. Honestly, if I ask someone about my appearance, and they give a less-than-satisfied response, I thank them and I change. Yeah, it sucks that the outfit I picked out didn't go over the way I had hoped. HOWEVER, that other person just gave me an honest answer and it was THEIR answer. I can trust this person to answer more serious questions later if need be.
Folks need to just lay it all out for all involved in the relationship. Obviously when we hear the word "relationship" we think about a couple, so I'll use the archetype of the male/female dating relationship. I have come to think that these two people need to flat out tell the other person what they expect from the relationship and what they expect from their partner. I'm serious. I personally am sick of wondering what the other person thinks about me, where they see the relationship going, etc. If both of you aren't working towards the same goals, you aren't going to end on happy ground. Just lay it out. "I want to date." "I want to get married." "I want to be friends." "I want to get laid." "I am using you to get to your sister." "I like you but I don't want to commit to one person." "I don't know what I want from this relationship." Communication, man. And DO NOT use sex as a form of communication. Don't use it at all. Sleeping around or moving from sexual partner to sexual partner is not a good thing. There is nothing good about it. Sure it seems "fun" for a while, but you can't honestly keep telling yourself this is what you want. If there is seriously someone out there who has NO problem sleeping around with as many people possible for the rest of their life, I feel sorry for them. I truly do. There is no true fulfillment in an empty life like that.

Ok, I'm going to hop off of my soapbox now, partly due to the fact that my eyes are crossing from exhaustion.   I'm just saying... Talk. Don't hold back because of fear or anger or pity. If you love or, in any case, respect that other person, you need to communicate. As humans I feel that is the most minute respect we can give each other.

GAH! Another one......

Through the tears and the madness we seem to find ourselves, but lose each other.
We reach out and receive an empty handshake.
We pursue relationships that end in misery. 
You smoke a cloud to lift you away.
I drink to wash you from my mind.
We smile for some reason, no longer able to remember joy.
Others say we'll work it out.
I tell and joke and you look away.
I can't see your face and you forget my voice.
We've forged our pain and stained our hearts.
Together we are apart. 

Poems for which I can't find an ending....

Sometimes this happens: I start writing a poem, thinking I'm on to something and then.... nothing. My inspiration vanishes. Argh.


If I ever had the right answers to your awkwardly placed questions,
I pray I can tell you all though you'll just forget them.

If I can't sing the right notes, or words get caught in my throat

I hope you see the thoughts in my eyes.

If I manage to make you smile wide,

I hope you'll let it linger long enough to capture it in my mind.

If I ever seem to stare too long, or my grip is far too strong,
I pray you know I'm barely hanging on.

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Burning, smolder, rubble and ash.

Walking slow and picking up the pieces.

Trying to remember, trying to forget.

Wishing I had a drink to wash it all away.

Words you said come back to me through the rustle of the wind.

Confusion suddenly trickles away, stinging on my skin.

You seem to drift away, coming back to lead me on.

Only when I'm falling once again do I realize you're gone.

You're only good for one thing, and babe it isn't me.

I can't seem to move on even though you say I'm free.

Strange words from a strange dream

I had a strange dream last night and I only remembered a bit. Parts were as if I was reading it as a story and part of it was like I was in it. This part below was something I had read. I have no idea where it was going...


   Something about this man touched Brian. "What will you do when you've reached the twilight of your life? Surely you'll rest after such a long and successful life."
   "When I have become an empty shell and my manhood has shriveled, I will no doubt spend the last two years of my life at a foggy window with only the distant fond memories of a bridge in a park; memories of young children running over the bridge passed an older man who smiles, full of hope for the younger generation; memories of a young hands, shy hands, and brown eyes." At this, the man's eyes drifted away, following his thoughts where ever they were flowing. "Oh, those hands were soft. Her voice was so sweet. Heh, she couldn't carry a tune though, try as she might."

Old photographs and poetry

Old photographs and poetry...


you still have a hold in my life.
I tear down the images
your face imprints into my mind.
I hide the glass that keeps you constant.
I cannot move one with your perpetual gaze.
If only I could hide the memories...


I heard your words, read on yellowed paper. 
I feel the warmth on my face though its meaning has changed.
I burn the language you invented for us. 
The love and wit crackle with each flame
I cannot move on with your ancient tongue. 
If only I could set fire to the memories.... 

To a certain someone

To a certain someone I feel I must inform you that I no longer care what you think or what ships you sink.
And I feel you must know that you'll have to let it go that I no longer wear my hair the way that used to make you stare, and my clothes have change since you've since become a stranger to me.
I'm sick and tired of trying to read your mind. You cannot believe that I still wish we were together when we were never together mentally. I feel you have simply lost touch with reality.
You and me can never be since you lost touch with what we used to be.
Used to be...


To a certain someone, I feel I need to remind you that you've seemed to lost your mind when you called me blind to what I was leaving behind. Please wipe my smile from your mind. I can no longer be kind.
You made a mistake in thinking this was just a break and now you want to make me take your word.


To a certain someone, you forgot you caused the problems when I wanted to solve them.
You'll have to move on and I'll sing my song- but don't worry, I'll change the names so you won't be blamed for the change in me from how I used to be and why I smile a bit more than before, why I don't cry like I used to when I was with you. Now I'm not with you and that suits me just fine. It's relief for my mind...


To a certain someone....