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.