Pen on Paper

I love the feeling of a pen on paper.

Knowing that the words that appear

Flow not from the pen;

But from my heart and soul,

Through my finger,

Into the pen,

And onto the paper.

It's indescribable the feeling I get

When I see the creation of my thoughts;

Once scrambled in my head

Turned into beautiful words

By a pen on paper.

Writer's Block

It is in me I can feel it

Just bursting to get out

The words are begging to be released

Yet no matter how I try

They don't seem to come out just right

There are things I have written

That are good in their own respect

But the perfect words are there

Waiting for me to put them together

And make something beautiful

They are just stuck

I have reached a writers block

My words just can't seem to get past

The harder I try to free them

The more critical I become

Of the things that do appear

To the point that nothing I write is good enough

The words are driving me

To the edge of insanity

Forcing me to hold back

Until I have over come this obstacle

Put in the way of my creativity

Untitled

wonderful... thanks for the memories...
you've shown me time and time again
that maybe i'm not anywhere
near the top of your best list
and yet i'll be here waiting
for when you decide you need me
ready to forget all those times you didn't

One Forget Me Not

A single lonely flower

falls to the ground

followed by a single tear

A reminder to her

from him of the

love the two shared

A note is the last thing

to fall from her hands

"I'll love you to the end

Forever your Forget Me Not"

The last thing he gave to her

is the last thing

she gives to him

Slowly they lower his

casket into the ground

along with one lonely

forget me not

*Credit for the photo http://www.flicker.com/photos/38292931@N00/

Fear in the Darkness

a tiny red ember in the darkness

brightens and then dims

a small cloud of smoke

rises into the sky

voices in the night

carry across the empty field

unknowingly being watched

by a stranger in the shadows

the clouds dissipate

and the moonlight reveals

its secrets of the dark

there is a scream

the sound of fast foot steps

minutes pass that feel like hours

finally it is all over

only silence is left

a small ember in the darkness

brightens and then erupts

a large cloud of smoke

rises into the sky

a stranger hides in the shadows

as the clouds once again

hide the secrets of the moonlight

junker

broken down
left for dead
covered in rust
and shattered glass
all that is left
is what i know
because those who did
have now forgot
no more music
or happy laughter
my days of adventure
have long been out numbered
now i sit
sore to the eye
watching the world
pass me by