Here comes the moon again

Here comes the moon again,
Pale and lonely like he always is.
I'm not scared of the dark,
Just the uncertainty it brings

Here comes the sun again,
shooting pinks out of the ground.
And this forgotten reconciliation is looming
in the background of another fading night.

Here comes the springtime again,
But the green won't appear.
The seasons just keep changing,
And our lives stay the same.

There goes your smile again.
It never stays for long.
I can't hold on to hope
When the wind is bitter cold.

The Teal Walls of This Room.

You counted to 100
while I went and hid.
I waited 2 years, but
you never came to find me.

The mirror in the bathroom is
crooked again, and the tootsie
rolls are gone. WWII is over,
but my heart's still at war.

At night my lamp invites
robot shadows to my wall,
but the whispers in their
eyes keep me awake.

The mirror in the bathroom is
crooked again, and the tootsie
rolls are gone. WWII is over,
but my heart's still at war.

I climbed the tree we planted
when we were younger.
It's taller now, but I still
can't fly away from here.

The mirror in the bathroom is
crooked again, and the tootsie
rolls are gone. WWII is over,
but my heart's still at war.

I held my breath for as long
as I could, but still had
to inhale long before you.

Keep Moving Forward.

Your life is everything they wanted.
All the peices fell perfectly into place,
but you still wonder if you've missed
out on living.

But we just keep moving forward.
This is no time to look back.
Just keep moving forward.
Maybe someday you'll be whole.

He doesn't know what he wants.
He's sinking in himself.
His life is moving forward into
nothing and he doesn't even care.

But we just keep moving forward.
This is no time to look back.
Just keep moving forward.
Maybe someday you'll be happy.

She loved him and he loved her.
They could see it in the other's eyes.
But then his eyes wouldn't look
anymore as hers filled with tears.

But we just keep moving forward.
This is no time to look back.
Just keep moving forward.
Maybe someday you'll be complete.

They say it will be better.
They say everything's okay.
They say it will make you stronger,
but they can't see your heart.

But we just keep moving forward.
This is no time to look back.
Just keep moving forward.
Maybe today you'll be alive.

Things to Fill the Time

So I wrote this as song lyrics, but it's way long and gets kind of redundant so I don't know what it is now. I guess it's almost song lyrics, but basically just a bunch of stanzas of stuff.

I counted 22 mini-wheats
and the days since you left
Later my Alphabet soup told me to
sit on the kitchen floor and write
a story about a lonely man

I fill the top drawer of my dresser with
calendar pages, pink ribbons,
bobby pins, and cherry stems.

I take endless showers and soak in
baths, but I still smell you on my skin
and in my hair. I wrap myself in
a robe the color of raspberry sherbert
to look for buttons for my jar.

I fill the top drawer of my dresser with
pine tree air fresheners, marbles,
dove chocolate wrappers, and kite string.

I opened my box to color a picture,
but all my crayons were your favorite color.
So after taht summer storm I took a
walk and tried not to squish the worms
on the sidewalk.

I fill the top drawer of my dresser with
marker caps, yellow legos,
the number 4, and pens with black ink.

As I sat and counted the ants on the
sidewalk, the cracks they ran across almost
spelled out I love you, so I caught
fireflies in a jar to keep me company,
but they refused to shine.

I fill the top drawer of my dresser with
lonely pennies, socks with holes,
song lyrics, and used paint brushes.

I'm reading Sherlock Holmes stories,
but why you left is still a mystery to me.
The clock says 3:23 in the morning so I make
chocolate pudding and stare at the ceiling.

I fill the top drawer of my dresser with
piano music, matchbox cars,
bookmarks, and black and white photographs.

I'm still searching new puddles for
frogs and my future. I want a fresh
start so I bought a new guitar, but your
memory is still in this song

I filled the top drawer of my dresser with
every memory of you I could find, but
it's so full you overflow into my life again.

Neverland

When we first met
You took my hand and
Whispered follow me
to Neverland

Our Neverland is buit of
everything we need like
Interlocked fingers, fluffy
White clouds, and tinkerbell

Peter Pan taught us to
fly and it wasn't hard
because we were each
other's happy thought

Our Neverland is built of
Everything we need like
Soft embraces, rainy
Afternoons, and pirate ships

We played with the lost boys
And days passed quickly
And not at all at the same time

Our Neverland is built of
Everything we need like
Dancing to no music, perfect
blue skies, and mermaid lagoons

You took me there when
I got sad and I took you
There when you were scared and
Then we were happy

Our Neverland is built of
Everything we need like
Secret laughter, rainbows,
and Indian Cheifs

Time chased Captain Hook,
but could never catch our love
Because we could escape
to Neverland

Our Neverland is built of
Everything we need like
Sunsets and starry nights,
Warm smiles and dreams of forever

I still see it all
in your eyes when you
take my hand and whisper
follow me to Neverland

A Picture of Passion Fruit

The clock says 11:11
I think one wish but say another
And try not to remember
But thoughts push their way past
All the barriers I've built
And memories and tears rain down
As starburst wrappers.

Then Mr. Wagstaff whispers
The rain turns to starburst wrappers
But he won't offer comfort
And just admires a yellow flower

I can't help but recall
How we always soared higher
Than our red kite ever could
As we learned how to
Crochet and love

Then Mr. Wagstaff whispers
Two years have finally passed
But he won't offer comfort
And just smells a yellow flower

Now I keep that broken glass
In a locket by my broken heart
Don't unlock the painted box
Filled with everything less than 3

Then Mr. Wagstaff whispers
Abraham Lincoln's dead
But he won't offer comfort
And just picks a yellow flower

You asked for a little pink bow
I just kissed your arm instead
Now it lays beside dried flowers
From the summers that we shared

Now Mr. Wagstaff whispers
I'll see you later
But he won't offer comfort
And drops the yellow flower.

Two Yellow Flowers

This poem is another one that I wrote because I had to, but I'm glad Brit. Lit. made me write things because I probably wouldn't have thought of this on my own. We had to pick a painting or photograph and then write a poem about it. As you can probably tell by the title I picked a photograph of 2 yellow flowers that someone took and gave to me once.

The picture of the yellow flowers
You took for me so long ago
Reminds me of their quiet peace
While the world rushed on we stood
Still like the beauty of those two flowers
The wind blew hard, but they just held
Each other firm and strong and happy
Their roots were entwined together always
Rain covered not only one, but both
Then smiled in the sun
Their innocent bliss didn't last forever like
Their imaginations dreamed
Instead you plucked one from the ground,
The other's roots still holding on
And scattered in the wind.