Throbbing fingers falter
Tender from each misguided prick
Hopes and dreams patched together
With glue and string to make them stick.
Lives are sewn together
Hastily but carefully played
An intricate pattern emerges
And a patchwork quilt is made.
Some seams are made to be ripped
And squares to be pulled out clean
While others must be cut
And jagged edges must remain.
My quilt is full of holes
Pieces that have been worn through
Missing parts of my life
That use to guide me through.
But you have always been the string
That has mended up my tears
That has guided and has comforted me
Throughout the passing years.
My quilt is worn and ragged
And bloody dots show through in spots
But I know that it will last me through
Because every string ends with a knot.
Archive for the Love Category
My quilt
Posted in Girlfriends, Love, Poetry, random thought on March 1, 2009 by silentdreamsClosed
Posted in Love, Poetry, random thought on January 24, 2009 by silentdreamsI closed the chapter of my life where you reside.
I finally had the courage to put you up in the place reserved only for memories.
It took awhile, was painful, was sad, but now it is done.
You are done.
A finished chapter in a book that was good enough to read but not worth holding on to.
Goodbye
One Spring Day
Posted in Love, Poetry on June 20, 2008 by silentdreamsThe wind carries away her gentle sigh, unheard
As his fingers play softly with her golden hair
The young boy stares wondrously at the lustful pair
His faith in them is as always, undeterred
The love from the child is frequently undeserved
Brown hair which caresses his beautiful eyes
Smiles that emerge no matter how much he cries
This day in his mind will be forever preserved
As he stood there at that last love joy intersection
And watched as the man came gun in hand
He pointed, screamed, shot, two dead
Grasping each other in undying affection
Stolen watches, wallets, and a wedding band
And tears which intermingled as the blood started to spread
Satin
Posted in Love, Poetry on January 19, 2008 by silentdreamsA sea
A vast and lonely sea
Forever draped in cold unbiased hatred
Satin lined and captivating silence
This bed which once held moonlit trysts
Now holds broken trust
A sea of crumpled sheets
Cold where you use to wish to be
Waves of Inconsistency
Posted in Love, Poetry on October 11, 2007 by silentdreamsFrustrating.
This constant wave of chaotic inconsistency
Where desire becomes lost in mundane things
Forgotten all hopes, dreams, and simplicity
Broken vows and wedding rings
Punished by unrelenting silence
A scream of deafening quiet
When love is met with noncompliance
And you continue to deny it
When the ever present beast of burden
Claws at my broken heart
Dissecting it like a skillful surgeon
Forever tearing it apart
Until there is nothing that remains
But this constant wave of inconsistency
Doorknob
Posted in Kiddos, Love, Poetry on September 6, 2007 by silentdreamsThere was this moment, this second
When you grew just another half inch
Just enough to reach the doorknob
And open it
Somehow I missed the moment
Too caught up in this crazy world
And even though I knew it was coming
I failed to catch you in time.
Block
Posted in Love, Poetry on August 28, 2007 by silentdreamsStep, block
A twisting road of hate and pain
A staccato dance we play
Both blocked with every step we take
Step, block
A forgotten give and take
And then someone simply walks away
Refusing to waste another day
Twice Now
Posted in Love, Poetry, Thought on August 12, 2007 by silentdreamsTwice now I have glanced upon your moonstruck cheek
And have noticed tiny streams of depression there
Adulterated hatred where I have no ground to stand
Teardrops showing frustration beyond what you can bear
Twice now I have glanced into your eyes
And have found no love lingering there
No loving thought for me
Your heart lost in your emotional affair
Twice now I have touched your heart
Only to find it cold and silent to my passion
The once renegade tempo quiet and steady
Angry and tortured without compassion
And twice now I have held my heavy heart
Felt its dying pulse between bloody fingers
And gingerly I have pushed it back inside
Believing it safe I now foolishly linger
Plea to the Gods
Posted in Love, Poetry, Thought on July 23, 2007 by silentdreamsOh, madam Atropus why tempt me so
With visions of dreams come true
To tempt me with forgiveness known
And give me hopes anew
Silence Tyche, giver of tragedy
Of broken trusts like splintered rain
Filling me with failed dreams of clemency
Knowing dashed hope brings me so much pain
Leave me to my dark road dear Fates
Do not fill my head with forgiveness sought
Nothing but love will make this pain abate
Do not waste your time tying my heart in this knot