The Wind Through the Open Door: A Will to a Friend
Wednesday, March 18th, 2009This is not this time.
This is long time gone.
This time he’s had enough of his world
He was searching for the truth in his actions
He was contemplating it’s again his fault
That he was right again all along
Like it did before, like it will do tomorrow
But the answer came as water to fire
It seethed only anger that made him decide
“I’ve had enough of his world.”
This time he will be crying
Like he did before
Like he never did imagine his life
For he cared only for loving the world
And receiving some loving back
He did not know the hurt that was breaking him
That he bleeds when he’d say you’re not bleeding
You feel nothing at all
Tonight, he will moved out into the open
Like a wind through the open door
Leaving into the vastness of the random world
Starting back like the steps of the unborn
After a second to forever, that door will be still
Inviting for some gale or a breeze
Or it will be closed, like he passed through it
The walls reverberate his country songs
He seals this with the mark of his death
And until he finds nothing more than himself
He will come alive and haunt him
And he will laugh
It’s time for him to laugh
He had always cried from that day on
He never seemed to notice
But he cried from that day on
9/17/08
11:55 pm
Not Letting Go of This Holding On; Holding On to This Letting Go
Friday, March 6th, 2009 Here Comes Goodbye Do you hear me, talking to you?
Across the sea of all the faces that try to part us,
Saying things unexplained, unconfirmed, unproven.
Do you see me, looking at you?
You don’t even stare now, although I know that you feel me present.
What’s wrong with the idea of loving you?
We being together?
Do you believe them, and their hearsays?
Don’t you believe on the things you yourself feel?
Because right now, I don’t understand this beating heart.
I tried to be far from you.
I succeeded.
That’s when you’re not near, when I can’t see you personally.
But, when at times that I see you, it all goes back, like hero to zero, from a single point to full circle.
But I haven’t had the heart to say things to you.
I just can’t pluck the courage.
Can you pluck the courage for me?
Of course, that will be inappropriate.
But one thing, I’ll never forget you, and the way you make me love like this.
It felt good.
It felt bad.
I’m hurt.
Can you picture me now, my heart is bleeding.
The loving dagger is pressing deeper through my heart than I have ever imagined.
I just don’t want to see you, so I can go on not missing you.
But you know I can’t do that.
But you’re letting me do that.
You’re trying to make me let go of loving you.
You are nearing to success.
I’m barely hanging on.
But I am HANGING ON.
“If it’s a broken part, replace it.
If it’s a broken arm, then brace it.
If it’s a broken heart, then face it.”
-Jason Mraz
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