"From the Desparate"

Can you go away?

Leave me where I am.

You too.

Both of you leave me alone,

I don't want to be near either of you!

You have no idea what you are doing, 

You are going to mess up my life!

You are messing with my future,

Our Future!

Forget both of you.

Just go away and deplete someone else of their hope!

Don't just walk towards me and steal my life away from me!

(Such an innocent outpouring of emotion, put perfectly by my dear friend;

 my deepest sympathies and prayers for him.)

(The wording has been altered at the request of the readers.)

"Pepsi"

I never understood non-passionate people,

Never did I register with the seemingly insensitive.

How could a person be so complacent,

With the ordinary continue to live?

What is life without the passion?
Routine dullness, never truly seeing,

It is nothing.

Never truly thinking or feeling.

Emotion is beauty, and inversely tell.

Former stating latter, and second evoking first.

"Alexandra's Spectre"

In between a place of love, and its corresponding loci,

Lies the greatest tale of turmoil and tarnished lull.

One life given, another taken, and one to come from two,

Voluntarily sacrificing dreams for Udinov.

Every aspiration of a current future, stunted at its source.

Yet, a glimpse of paradise but a breath away.

Only a few experiences of forever do,

Underestimate the emotion felt the whole way thru.

A falling soul, with nothing to grab,

Letting go of the need to prepare the slate.

Eternity written on comfort's back,

Xenium are given with the story's relay.

Internal distress during the taxi,

Many would only serve in dram.

"I really hope you know I'm sorri"

Says the heart who caused the "mess".

Soon, however, the death will pass,

Youthful ambitions will have their way.

Only the purest love will do,

Ultimate passion to then ensu.

"A Call to Request"

I call to attention!

Anyone who replies,

Shall have they're choice of a topic,

That my rhyme implies.

Do you like this?

Then give me your pick!

Send me a theme of whatever you want,

I'll write you prose or limerick.

A thanks to the few,

Who read my posts.

For a personal poem written for you,

Tell me what you want most.

I will be glad,

To write one for you!

I'll compose another verse,

'Cause that's what I do.

"Beauty Eclipsed"

Comfort is not an attribute among the list of those,

That describe an experience of brokenness.

Splintering dreams and shattering hearts,

Are rarely uplifting in prose.

Instances of illness, of trampled, and of weak,

Are they shared in glorious triumph?

Unattended parades, deserted celebrations,

Swipe away hope from the meek.

There is hope to be found, however,

Amidst the silenced cries of suppression.

For joy can be given in any depression,

That some may see through tear-glazed eyes.

Yea, there is something rare, inside a state of helplessness,

Much sweeter than any peace.

A chance to live, survive at least.

There is beauty within the brokenness.

"Olivia's Mirror"

Such a ornery place to be,

When faced with self-procured adversity,

To doubt accumulative worth and ignore complimentation.

So to stay with the crowd, most choose to be unnoticed.

Such a doubtful place to stay,

Under the shadows of lies woven day to day.

Negligent murmurs of advice and belief.

To remain unseen is to lie in comfort.

Such a belittling place to wilt,

Rooted in hopes of futures she built.

One day will change, and with it, image.

That a reflection resembles commands from the unbelieving.

Such a dismal place to crumble,

The fallacy clothed in robes of the humble,

But still she treads toward the castle of lies

Assuring herself of what she fears most.

"For Lauren"

The heist of sadness comes in a single act,

From one who is, but isn't always.

A hand in the dark.

True.

Love.

The purest in form,

Unmatched in beauty of countenance.

A furtherance of loyalty, a never neglected pact.

Although apart in physical presence: a body away from mind,

Never to leave a distance unshortened.

Though space may interfere,

None triumph.

In time,

When a greeting sounds,

Embrace surrounded with silent breaths,

With whispered affection all previous paths are left behind.