*more poetry for you*
Dream Within a Dream
Take this kiss apon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
in a night, or in a day,
in a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of golden sand-
How few! yet how the creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weap-while I weap!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
but a dream within a dream?
-Edgar Allen Poe-
Without you an your oun
There is an awkward, but simply beautiful touch in being alone now,
without you and your
warm skin, touching mine,
without your lips to kiss time after time,
without your eyes to reach in to and get lost there, and want to be there
forever.
without your fucking smoke, and your bottle...
without your watch with no face,
and without your stupid music....
And without having to be in your time and your place.
I am freed of the pure bliss that you brought to my life,
I am freed of your ignorance,
because its all yourse, and not mine.
I am freed of crimson now, and can look at it as beautiful...
And not look at it as yourse.
See, thats it.
You claim things and deem them yourse.
But you dont fuvkin oun me. You dont owe me anything.
you, love, owe every person that has loved you,
fucking everything.
Because they are not there, to kiss your fears away.
they are there to kiss you lovingly...
push them away babe, push them away...
But dont do it because you never wanted to cause them hurt...
because we are stronger than you.
We endured you.
Do it because they can be without you,
and you without them. Without me.
Your selfish, and I know that now.
Love is just a word that passes through those lips I so loved.
Your heart is empty.
And that is the way it will stay...
If you don't let go of your torment.
Because your torment is now your oun.
-Sarah Pooler 10-19-99-
Dealt
You fall down a stairway of broken things,
Broken wishes, perhaps stolen dreams.
Promises made, but naturally, un-kept.
A world you had to live, because the people who created it, are in-fact your blood.
Your tears have cleansed your soul of bitterness and spite,
That has been embedded in your heart and mind.
They fall off your face... showing a kind soul.
Your compassion is the opposite of everything they are,
And you humbly prove them wrong.
You, my dear friend, have learned.
You have built the foundation of your being,
That is so true, and bittersweet.
You take in life without much complaint, because you know,
What it is that makes you happy.
What is that has made you, you...
Whether or not it is pain or joy.
And you take these things, and call them lessons?
Call them fate?
And you touch your heart to other's hearts,
And they feel your warmth and soul,
And they will never be the same.
Because you are so utterly full,
And so utterly beautiful.
~Sarah Pooler 12-15-99 For Paul~