Love Once Lived Here

Love once lived here
Behind man made walls
Built tall and strong
Around a fragile heart

Love once lived here
In arms so warm
Wrapped up tight
Safe from the cold

Love once lived here
So full of life
With hopes and dreams
No more sleepless nights

Love once lived here
But now it’s gone
Leaving a broken heart
And an empty home

Unscathed

I walk out of the rubble

The falling dust still stinging my eyes

Ashes mark my face like war paint

My arms comfortably numb

From fighting my way through the wreckage

 

I walk away from the past

From yesterdays anger and sorrow

Bridges I lit up behind me

I watched burn to the ground

So I won’t recross them tomorrow

Old worlds left beneath me crumbling

Memories still aflame

Left to drown in the smoke

 

But…

I walked out of the rubble

Unscathed

Beliefs are weird

I don’t believe in fate, or destiny. I don’t think that good things come to those who wait. I don’t have faith in a higher power, nor do I believe that if only I pray hard enough that everything will be ok. I am cynical and a non believer in many things. I believe things that I have seen with my own eyes, touched with my own hands, heard through my own ears. I think that with time some wounds scab over but never fully heal. I believe in making mistakes and having regrets. I think that being first is scary as hell and would be perfectly content going second every single time. I don’t believe in do overs but I do believe in second chances, and sometimes thirds if I am feeling weak. I think relationships are overrated and are sometimes more trouble than they are worth. I do believe in love and love the feeling of love without all the complications that come along with it. I don’t believe that dogs are a mans best friend, not mine at least. I believe in making plans but not taking them too seriously. I think some of the best memories are made on a whim. I don’t believe that there is some predetermined path that we all walk down. I have walked on pavement, and gravel. I have walked through sand, mud puddles and tall fields. I have fought my way through forests and I still stand. I am not yet tired but when I am I will lie myself down. I don’t believe that when I’m gone I will go to Hell or Heaven. I believe that my mind will die, while my body remains tucked safely away beneath the ground.

Unforgiving Year

Cold whispers flow
Over my lips
Into an unforgetting ear
Life turns its cheek
To an internal battle
Of a dying heart
Love cracks like glass
Covering the ground
Of an unwalked mile
Eyes lose sight
Blinded by thoughts
Of yesterdays tomorrow
Time stands still
As the cold winds blow
Past an unforgiving year