A melody trapped beneath clumsy fingers and pingy vocal chords
Anxious to be released, it beats mercilessly
A time, a rhythm unique
It beats to my drummer
My beat, my drummer, Me.
Frustrated, it improvises a medley
Allegro Agitato, Pocco Piu Mosso
Andante
Frightened, I try to fight it
Suppressed, it beats louder
Pounding relentlessly in my head
But more importantly in my heart
Unable to resist the temptation
I succumb to my drummer
Self conscious of my off-beat time
Surprised to find it fits me perfectly
I crescendo to my hearts content
Staccato wherever I please
Strum to the strings of my dreams
Portals of the Heart
emotional therapy and the likes channeled through personal poetry
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Wet Laundry
Exhausted emotions drive irrationally
Pinging off dented shells and empty rooms
Echoing with the broken hands of time
A makeshift laundry mat
Constructed to remove the stains of
Heartache, misery, rejection and sorrow
Leaves puddles of distress
Rippling mirrors of distorted memories
Spotted with twisting rainbows
Colors light the murky waters
Mixing soap and dirt; smiles and tears
Interrupted by the solemn, constant dripping
Of wet socks.
Pinging off dented shells and empty rooms
Echoing with the broken hands of time
A makeshift laundry mat
Constructed to remove the stains of
Heartache, misery, rejection and sorrow
Leaves puddles of distress
Rippling mirrors of distorted memories
Spotted with twisting rainbows
Colors light the murky waters
Mixing soap and dirt; smiles and tears
Interrupted by the solemn, constant dripping
Of wet socks.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Mourning
Obscenities scream in my head
Carbonated bubbles bounce mercilessly
Against the uniformed tin cans
The quickened pounding betrays me
Tears, the second traitor
My precious sanctuary lies in ruins
Destroyed by disease
Marred by illness proven invincible
Demolished, obliterated
Erased
Fumes invade my body
Nausea renders my spirit useless
Overwhelming waves of emotions crash
Releasing ocean spray so dangerous
I shrink from anticipation and spoiled dreams
Lightning cracks omniously off the cliff
Crackling dryly in the moist air
I long for the electrifying shock to free me
Falling silently I shut my eyes to the pain
The thunder echos my repressed screams
Carbonated bubbles bounce mercilessly
Against the uniformed tin cans
The quickened pounding betrays me
Tears, the second traitor
My precious sanctuary lies in ruins
Destroyed by disease
Marred by illness proven invincible
Demolished, obliterated
Erased
Fumes invade my body
Nausea renders my spirit useless
Overwhelming waves of emotions crash
Releasing ocean spray so dangerous
I shrink from anticipation and spoiled dreams
Lightning cracks omniously off the cliff
Crackling dryly in the moist air
I long for the electrifying shock to free me
Falling silently I shut my eyes to the pain
The thunder echos my repressed screams
Friday, June 13, 2008
5 Minutes
1:25 AM
I just don't know anymore.
Do you? Don't you?
Should I care? Maybe.
Do I care? Too much.
1:26 AM
I don't need you.
I don't need this heartache.
Leave me alone.
But don't leave me lonely.
1:27 AM
I'm drowning in nothingness.
Haunted by emotions and memories.
Dreams play through my mind.
Leaving me empty and hurt.
1:28 AM
Please...just go.
Stop unknowingly toying with me.
My heart can't take much longer.
The tears start falling...and don't stop.
1:29 AM
...
Is this love?
If it were a color, it would be grey.
Too sad to be white, too shady to be black.
1:30 AM
All I want is you to want me.
To hold me. Love me.
Tell me I'm ok, please.
My broken heart beats out of time.
I just don't know anymore.
Do you? Don't you?
Should I care? Maybe.
Do I care? Too much.
1:26 AM
I don't need you.
I don't need this heartache.
Leave me alone.
But don't leave me lonely.
1:27 AM
I'm drowning in nothingness.
Haunted by emotions and memories.
Dreams play through my mind.
Leaving me empty and hurt.
1:28 AM
Please...just go.
Stop unknowingly toying with me.
My heart can't take much longer.
The tears start falling...and don't stop.
1:29 AM
...
Is this love?
If it were a color, it would be grey.
Too sad to be white, too shady to be black.
1:30 AM
All I want is you to want me.
To hold me. Love me.
Tell me I'm ok, please.
My broken heart beats out of time.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Cascading Memories
Lazy raindrops snake across the windshield
Blurring my vision, changing the world
Silently I trace the outline of our feelings
A fluid, ever changing shape
Time stands still
Locked in ice, frozen in motion
Our bodies finally fit the mold
Our feelings created months ago
As I watch the cleansing droplets spill
The wind brings an unwanted coolness over me
Content with memories of you and me
I finally feel at peace
Blurring my vision, changing the world
Silently I trace the outline of our feelings
A fluid, ever changing shape
Time stands still
Locked in ice, frozen in motion
Our bodies finally fit the mold
Our feelings created months ago
As I watch the cleansing droplets spill
The wind brings an unwanted coolness over me
Content with memories of you and me
I finally feel at peace
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Too Late To Turn Back
In the hopes of falling in love
The arms race of happy endings
We met along the pathway
And ran together for a while
But I stumbled on our journey
Reached out to grab your hand
You looked and me and let me fall
Anxious to reach the end
I sat a while, watching you
Picked myself up and wondered
If in my stumbling I'd revealed
The weaker of us two
You made great time, hit all the stops
I waited impatiently
You never once glanced back to ask
What had become of me
All the while I kept me sights
Set firmly on your race
Willing you to turn around
To have our eyes lock once again
The thing about this race
Is victory is empty if solo
You reached the end and realized this
Had no where else to go
I saw you standing there
Defeated and alone
I took my first steps back on track
Towards the victory of my own
The arms race of happy endings
We met along the pathway
And ran together for a while
But I stumbled on our journey
Reached out to grab your hand
You looked and me and let me fall
Anxious to reach the end
I sat a while, watching you
Picked myself up and wondered
If in my stumbling I'd revealed
The weaker of us two
You made great time, hit all the stops
I waited impatiently
You never once glanced back to ask
What had become of me
All the while I kept me sights
Set firmly on your race
Willing you to turn around
To have our eyes lock once again
The thing about this race
Is victory is empty if solo
You reached the end and realized this
Had no where else to go
I saw you standing there
Defeated and alone
I took my first steps back on track
Towards the victory of my own
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Psalm of Taylor Elaine
Be with me this day, O Lord, that I might have the companionship of Thy sweet spirit.
As I travel down this often lonely path, help me see the way back to Thee. I have wandered off before; lost in the thorns and branches of confusion, tangled in the binding vines of iniquity. But Thou camest to me and pulled my broken spirit out of the dangers of the dark and thick wilderness. Thy loving arms encompassed me and held me safe against the stinging blows of mine enemies. Thou gavest me a new light, refilled my waning oil, and set my feet back on the path I had strayed from. With my spirit rekindled, I walk more surely in Thy ways; searching for truth and seeking Thee in all things. Help me to lead for others, that they might experience the love I feel and know of Thee. Let my testimony be a light in the darkness, a beacon of truth shining through dark clouds.
Give my prayer wings that it may rise into the expanses of heaven and fall on loving ears.
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A melody trapped beneath clumsy fingers and pingy vocal chords Anxious to be released, it beats mercilessly A time, a rhythm unique It beats...
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A frozen moment suspended in time Categorize me, tie me down Hold my wings and watch me struggle Existence hangs in a standstill I'll ju...
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