Wednesday, July 29, 2009

one day.

give me one day.
one day to live the life
i wish i had

give me one day
one day to be happy
instead of sad

give me one day
one day to say the words
my lips wouldn't speak

give me one day
one day to climb a mountains
tallest peak

if all i had was one day
one day to survive
i wouldn't waste one minute
i'd be glad i am alive.

broken heart. (haiku)

their hearts are breaking
you can see it in their eyes
a river of tears


a broken heart
a torn up dream
everything goes wrong
it seems

every time i try
i lose
there is nothing left
for me to choose

a warming hug
a gentle kiss
these are things
that i most miss

and i miss the touch
of warm soft hands
and the one person
that just understands

everyday i am
being taunted
for what i want most
is to be wanted

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

from one to two.

one path splits to two
a decision must be made
go the path that was long once worn
or the other with new bricks laid

both have ups
both have downs
both have smiles
both have frowns

both are beautiful
both you love
but only one can take you
past mountains above

it's time to make a choice
you see
it's no one's choice
but for yours to be

which ever path you choose
you lose...

for once your journ ey comes to an end
it will be your heart that is left to mend.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

your eyes.

the glitter in your eyes has me melting.
the truth in your eyes has me believing.
the ambition in your eyes has me hoping.
the longing in your eyes has me wondering.

the pain in your eyes has me hurting.
the sorrow in your eyes has me crying.
the stories in your eyes keep me going.
the depth in your eyes make me see.


music is the poetry that can speak when your heart can not find the words.
hello blogging world. for those of you who have read my first blog welcome to the new chapter in the LuLu series. this blog is strictly poetry... the words in which beauty is spoken. poetry is meant for expression and expression alone. it is not meant to impress, or to curse, just to leave a long lasting print on a soul... it is to be remembered whether loved or hated, good or bad, long or short. it is to be remembered, for the feeling it leaves.