A Love Story

I was once told that I was not known, not known by the person who loves me so dearly. That dark comment frightened, and intrigued me. The person, oh how they were angry and bittersweet. They seemed lost, confused, hopeless. But can I blame them? Such feelings intertwined in their life, feelings that they say I cannot feel. But they are wrong, for I feel them. I wonder myself, why is it this way? Why can’t I open my arms to this person, and let them cuddle in. I suppose it is the fact that they also once told me that I was not the one. Oh!, how they felt for me, but the true love, My Flame, was not there, nor was theirs. To read this for most, is a mess of confusion, but for her, it is all the sense in the world. To get lost in her would be exhilarating, but her soft breath on my cheek would not be as comforting. For I wish it would work, dear stranger, the stranger I know so well. The curtain I hide behind, it drowns me in confusion of my own sanity. Making the ordinary extraordinary, and the usual unusual. As I said, the flame, My Flame, is the flame that burns, and the fear of losing this flame haunts my imagination. No, you would not dampen it, but me. I would kill My Flame. Getting to interwoven in the artwork of your personality hurts the loss more than ever, which is guaranteed to happen.

Some New Installments...Yay!

Hey all. I'm sorry it took so long for me to post these. I did't type them up until today. I have had them on paper for the longest time though. I have 4 new installments to the Grey Sanders collection.
Itemized
A Chance Not Worth Taking
My Flame
Confused Into Writing
I have all of my current writings all up on the site. Enjoy, and please comment on them. I love critisism.

Itemized

You don’t understand you fool, why can’t you see
That no matter what you do, you can’t buy me
You can’t just pay or write me a check
I’m furious now, what did you expect

Yes ‘ill give you my life, I won’t shed a tear
You madman, this is what you want to hear
Will you stop to hear the song of life
Will you let me calm and lose my strife

Your emotions are no more than a desert
Evil and dry, and all covered in dirt
The bill of life is much bigger than
All of the items you can fit in your hand

You think my pain will be healed by greed
If this is what you think, help is what you need
I’ve given up hope, lost all my reason
According to the time, it’s spending season

My Flame

Inside of the broken flesh
There is a heart
Full of flame

Ambition and hope
My flame
The flame receded to…

Recedes to a nothing
Frightened eyes
She put it out

The one I loved
Oh! Loved so dearly
Flooded the flame

My once so strong
My flame
No tears escape

My pitiful eyes
Emptied by sight
Of things not meant…

Not meant to be
Seen
Gone it is

My heart also
Dampness
Cold

Soulless, me & her
Sorrow to me
Evil to her

And then it’s over
Just like the
Flame

My flame
Igniting my dreams
Is out

Gone-forever
Or at least
Until next time

The next time
It sparks
From a new…

From a new
Heartbreaker
To be put out
-again-

A Chance Not Worth Taking

Yes, I know, what a terrible deed
Misleading I am, even though they plead
What they want I cannot serve
From their thoughts my actions will swerve

Watching my every movement, is what they do
An injury they cause, even though they knew
Evil is like black, the black on a crow
A horrid wound caused, unable to sew

Drapes closing to hide the scene
A truthful scene, so cold, so mean
To try to escape is foolish
A plan I’ve developed, no less than ghoulish

Fall to the ground, you broken heart
The time has come, you must part
For I was the instigator not
No matter how inconsiderately you thought

For I can not blame you for taking a chance
But you, not giving a second glace
You so immature, so out of reach
But you are the provoker, my feelings you did not breach

Confused Into Writing

Into the night
I write in thought
Tangled & a mess
Confusion, of course

A desire to write down
Though not knowing
What to feel
Inside just jot

A shitty piece
Of amateur art
For some great
None the less shit

The first work
Of what not to
Think of, including
Myself &all others

A format unknown
What imagination sparks
A deepest depth of what
Yet no passion is clear

Thanks...

Thank you to everyone who read and responded to my poems. I really love getting feedback. I will definently make a point to read anyone else's stuff.

Yay- New Poems!

I have posted many new poems. They include:
Please Miss
The End
Black Crow
Confusion of Clarity
Questions
Generation X
Her
Catch Some Sleep
The Unknown

I hope you like them and dont forget to checkout http://dreamingrealitybook.blogspot.com for updates on Lulu publishing, and other books.

The Unknown

There is a place
Called the unknown
There is a face
That has never been shown

A place, so cold
A place, so old
The unknown, so unforgiving
The unknown, so intimidating

The air, so crisp
The water so clear
Your target missed
The unknown is near

A forest, so deep
A forest, that weeps
A life, so sad
A life, so mad

The unknown, we fear
Please try not to shed a tear
The unknown, a mystery
Open your eyes and maybe you’ll see

Catch Some Sleep-An unfinished song...

I’d really like to try to catch some sleep
Each time I wind up trying not to weep
This crazy life drives me out the door
I wake up the next day, my body sore

My eyes are closing, but I force them open
It has been a year, and I haven’t spoken
There is no one to speak to, no one at all
My problems grow from short to tall

Dreams come to me, slowly now, I’m finally sleeping
But in my dreams, without surprise I am heavily weeping
Why is this so, for my life is not a demon
All my problems added up reach an unbearable sum

Her

This was a poem I wrote for my x-girlfriend





There she was
Standing in the corner
Should I go over?
That is what I wonder
Yes I have a chance
The beauty in her eyes is overwhelming
I pray to God that she likes me back
I glance over and see the sparkle in her eye
I watch as she flips her hair and giggles
The giggle, the laugh
Sends happiness through my blood
She is the girl I’ve wanted so long
She gives me the smile
I’ve been missing
She stands there, in the corner
It was her who made me smile
It was her, Maggie

Generation X

I sit down lost in thought
I have an idea to save them
but id rather not
their lives are like a gem

Always being fought over
tossed around like a toy
a chance is what they didn’t give her
they speak like a young boy

I watch as the world around me
comes crumbling down
there’s no longer much to see
in this miserable town

I no longer try to save them
I've given up the fight
their lives aren’t as precious as a gem
what a terrible sight

I open my eyes to see nothing good
I see no talent in the crowd
I don’t want to help, even thought I should
not even in the distance I can hear a happy sound

I search and search
for what is right
but what I find makes me lurch
what a terrible sight

Nothing happy, all things sad
a generation gone to waste
nothing good, everything bad
What a terrible taste

The battle has been won
but not by met
he world wont be any better for my son
what will he be?

A monster
so cruel
a teacher
a tool

I sit down lost in thought
I have and idea to save them
but id rather not
their lives are like a gem

Questions

Do you know how it all started?
Do you know what really matters?
Do you know the lands uncharted?
Do you know why the lame man staggers?

Is there such thing as a miracle?
Is there more than our routine
Is there a reason why we chuckle?
Is there a reason we lose our self-esteem

Why didn’t you give him a chance?
Why did you give her a scorn?
Why didn’t you give a second glance?
Why did you need to be born?

Who is the one who makes you smile?
Who takes you for the ride of your life?
Who made your life worth while?
Who have you stabbed with a knife?

If you do not know the answers
Don’t be sad
Causes actually Sir
Most people don’t, which makes me mad

Confusion of Clarity

Out of my window I see this cold world
Where out of the ground no life is
Paved a mess, tangled death
Asphault kingdom is where I live

Watch as a thousand cars roll by
Not noticing the indiviual life
Only their own
And thats a stretch

A confusion that seems to be the norm
Bustling to and fro, the point unknown
But to them they know the point all to well
Or at least that is what they think

But to me, no, this is without reason
They repeat this nonsense at each sunrise
Only to live another day
In confusion of clarity

Black Crow

Black crow, black crow, what do you see?
Over the gravesite of poor old me
A song of sadness in the background
You sit there listening without a sound
Sadness and despair fill your ears
Wondrously you don’t shed any tears
Your sit there on that branch, so proud
No matter how harsh the world gets, no matter how loud

Oh, but black crow, black crow, oh how I hate you
To take your life is what I must do
To sit there on that branch, not offering help
Not even a chirp, not even a yelp
You sat on the tree which bears my blood
I will cause your wings to become a nub
Run you must, run you may
Whatever you do, do not stay

Black crow, black crow
You will die
The day you say goodbye
Rejoice in the air
I’ll do it without a care
Of punishment, Oh, no!
How I will bring my soul so low
To end your life
Release my strife

The End

Keep in mind this poem would go at the end of a book.



Your time is over
The book is dead
Still you’ve found no lover
Yes, blame the poetry for what you said

Did you know
That this book would slowly kill you
A wound know string could sew
Did you expect us to coo?

Why did you pick up this lonely book?
It belongs here on this shelf
What made you even want to look?
What did you tell yourself?

I know you are injured, wounded, and scared
Why would you hurt yourself like this?
Why did you get yourself snared?
Who are you Mr. or Miss?

Did you think this book would help?
With all of your pains and woes
Try not to let the pain make you yelp
Did this book send shivers through your toes?

This is the end
Please don’t be too sad
Our message is what you must send
Mr. or Mss, are you mad?

Please Miss

I only want one minute of your time
Please miss, don’t walk away
You can leave when you hear the chime
I only have one thing to say

Please miss, just stop
One minute won’t hurt
One minute and ill leave you be
One minute and you will see

Please miss, just listen
Please miss, don’t be scared
You don’t have to sign, you don’t need a pen
Please miss, I know you once cared

Please miss, I've found your son
You know the boy who used to hum
Please miss, I'm the one
Please miss, try to understand, you’re my mom

What happened to me you may wonder
I was outside playing
And I heard a roll of thunder
I was not listening to what you were saying

I ran across the street, and far away
The rain was falling
I hear you scream, STAY
Luckily the pour was stalling

Being a youth of five
I did not know what to do
I was wondering why I was alive
When a man pulled up and said, who are you?

He offered me a ride
And I climbed right in
I set the thought of kidnapping aside
And remembered suicide was a sin

But I’ve escaped, and ill leave you be
Please miss, just help
For they are coming for me
I’m at your house and I hear them yelp

I only want one minute of your time
Please miss, don’t walk away
You can leave when you hear the chime
I only have one thing to say

Fighting For An Uncomfortable Prize

Is the fight worth it
Is it there, the reason
Or do we just fit like uneven pieces
Wanting to smash into place
Fighting for an uncomfortable prize

Her that I write for
Is a different definition
The desire to go on is buried
But can be found deep within us
In an uncomfortable manor

Once a time of grace
Love and joy
Stored deep within the dark
That she will not search
Leaving me to uncomfortably find

Something that is not needed
For either of us Broken Hearts
That aren't yet broken
But hanging on a thread
Tied to each other, slipping from one grasp

Holding from another, yes it changes
Once me, once her, is it clear
Not at all, at times no one holds on
It holds alone, just barely
By the off chance it stays together

Like those two puzzle pieces
That look right together
But when you glance closer
There is a flaw, a damage
Only to be repaired by unwilling hands

The hands of those who want to hold on
Me and her, not clear in the mind
For we try harder than needed
Which causes nothing but mistakes
Is there a reason, of course there is

For the satisfaction of going on is what we strive for
The reasoning is irrational
But makes all the sense
We are right for each other
But we are just not fitting

Fighting for an uncomfortable prize
For a satisfaction quite comfortable
Unless caused by rush
Which is the main reason
Is this the reason, meant to be

Could we, can we hang on longer
Of course we can
We are strong
The real question is
Do we

Do we want to keep fighting
For an uncomfortable prize
A prize that we both want
Yet shutter in fear when receiving it
This is not how it started

So let's go back
To the beginning
Where the reasoning was clear
This is what we want
Fighting for a comfortable prize

The Battle

After the fight we are weary
all of our eyes are teary

We are all full of pains
our future full of stains

Hiding won’t solve this problem
at least not to them

At least no the enemy
everything is what they see

That is the inconvenient truth
welcome to the restaurant of dismay, we have a booth

We have fought for our sons
the weight of the world is heavier than tons

The weight of the world is what we carry
the task can get scary

Blood is a familiar thing
but it still has the familiar sting

I can hear the happy song
the one I've wanted for so long

I'm losing my breath, gasping for air
And my eyes form a never-ending stare

I’m glad I can rest now
I hope going into heaven is what god will allow

I have passed on; into the next chapter
maybe there I will hear laughter

After the fight we are weary
all of our eyes are teary