If only...
pacifier
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Sometimes, alone, I wonder
what could be if only...
no space, just time
and you were mine
But the oceans full of waves
and direction paves the way
Time slips away,
moves too slow
and who can wait?
I know I can
but you say no
So I cry and wait
just sleep and wake
and think what could be
if only
2003
what could be if only...
no space, just time
and you were mine
But the oceans full of waves
and direction paves the way
Time slips away,
moves too slow
and who can wait?
I know I can
but you say no
So I cry and wait
just sleep and wake
and think what could be
if only
2003
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If only... Indeed! Great title!
nice poem
there's no time to cry
soon i will be leavin'
look me in the eye
no matter what's in front of me
it's your face that i'll see
Thanks. I can't see that myself, but I like that alot.
And thanks Being Enlightened and Bossman for the sweet replies.
and you were the way
if there's one thing I ask
it's whether i can stay
for the blink of an eye
in your heart, in your home
for the blink of an aeon
in your heart, in your home
let me stay, on my behalf pray...
make me stay, on my behalf pray...
and i dub a star
in the cross called "south"
and name her after you
we'll wander the southern sky
and watch the world go by
i love you
and time itself finds death
when faith and hope lose meaning
when all life and love has left
will there be a memory
of everything that's come to pass
of every breath we've ever taken
and all the things we thought would last
will the emptiness hold echoes
of the things that meant so much
of the love we shared together
of your taste, your smell, your touch
and if the universe should die
leaving no trace of existance
ending what we thought was endless
forever passing in an instant
then what's the point in living
if life is made to end
and if love can't last forever
then why do we pretend
even if life has no meaning
i still want to live
and to love you for forever
for as long as time exists
and the wrold goes on slow cruise
will the heart be there for winning
can we find the way we choose
if you always hope and ponder
if you always sigh and dream
all the life that time would squander
will be bursting at the seams
for you
I wish you dreams to swim in
where your hearts can always meet
when we're just good men and women
we can sleep at angels' feet
This part is beautiful.
I have to agree with Mr Pyjama.... BEAUTIFUL
.....hearts meet.......sleep at angels' feet....
thank you for sharing
there's no time to cry
soon i will be leavin'
look me in the eye
no matter what's in front of me
it's your face that i'll see
:(
But then You make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what You got
When all You've got is hurt
----
Underneath this smile lies everything
All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
before time gets its chance
by muttering insecurities
built of fear and ignorance
words can’t be unspoken
have I broken what I had?
can we rebuild it strong enough
to survive the next attack?
love. it’s a battle. but it’s worth fighting for. - Shihad
yeah i don't know what to say
but is this the price we pay
as time becomes our scourge
if all we had is history
and all we need is future
i say it is high time
to live according to the rhyme
and see across the ocean
and follow our love's chime
and walk across the waters
and feel the wind go by
this reminds me of something i wrote a far while ago. I forget most of it, but it had the line....
I would walk on water just to meet you
close my eyes and i am there
I would, you know
~~~the classic bump~~~
there's no time to cry
soon i will be leavin'
look me in the eye
no matter what's in front of me
it's your face that i'll see
No I don't expect anyone to remember me I know my poetry is not very good. I only ever wrote as a way to express my feelings and thought. I needed a way to vent or my mind would have probably imploded years ago. I guess that's why most people write. but some of us are artist ( i include you in this category) and some of us just trying not to go insane with bottled up feelings and thoughts so desperately scrible largely non-sensical (is that a word?) stuff on scraps of paper in order just to survive our daily lives (that would be me) but now that I'm happy for the most part the urge bearly returns to me. and i guess when it does i'm too lazy to grab a paper and pen, so the lines are just formed and recited in my mind and fade quickly
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
I never expected for you to take offence, and for me to be so misunderstood.....I only meant that I forgot about you in the way that there are so many people on here, and I get them all mixed up unless they post barrels of stuff, and I hadn't got a tag on you yet, because you haven't posted a lot in this forum.....I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, I was being honest, I didn't know you'd construe it that way.......and again, I'm really glad you're happy.....and although I'm flattered, I don't think I'm an artist....and, yes, non-sensical is a word.....:D......
Hey, no offence taken. i was worried it might be taken that way, that's why i included the smilie face. i was serious, i don't expect to be remembered. sorry for the confusion.
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