In the Woodwork (a poem)

In the Woodwork

January 30th, 2012

When I go off on my own

And we are separated for a time

As I toss and turn at night, longing for home

I’ll remember the sound of your boots

Thumping on the porch upon your arrival

I’ll remember running to the door on little feet

When I heard your cough at midnight

I knew you still lay awake, restless

But when I heard your snore

From across the house, on a different floor

Rumbling in the woodwork

I knew I could sleep easy;

You never drifted into dreams

Unless all was at peace, all was secure

Stained (a poem)

Stained

Written July 18th, 2011

A familiar pair of eyes

Stare out at me from the computer screen

An image from the life you’re living

This very moment, somewhere, without me

And there’s this sinking feeling

Way down deep in my innermost core

I can’t look away from your face

While I remember the loss of something that could have been more

I can’t help but wonder if you think of me

If you reminisce and miss what we had

On the cold and rainy days

The days I used to keep you warm

The Flipside (a poem)

The Flipside

Written August 25th, 2011

There’s pictures on the wall

Of my adventures far away

The maps and photos, tickets and brochures

Receipts printed in French and letters from home

It’s hard to look at it all

Without catching my breath as I remember that day

See that postcard off to the side

Along and out of the way?

Greetings from Munich

A sunset glowing behind a silhouetted city

Flip it over, there’s a message, I tried and I tried

To send it to you; but it remains here to this day

Windows and Doors (a poem)

Windows and Doors

Written August 24th, 2011

As time passes by

A pool of reflections

Swells behind my eyes

The shimmering lights on the water

They are only windows of the past

And hard as I may try

I can never change them to doors

Vivid Memories (a poem)

Vivid Memories

Written July 30th, 2011

I still remember your smile

Fresh as yesterday

On the face that made my days worthwhile

I recall how your eyes would dance

Whenever you looked at me

You were my risk, my one-shot chance

Still memorized; the contours of your face

So real and vivid, right before me

The feel of your sweet, safe embrace

The warm smooth texture of your skin

Remains; a phantom on my fingertips

I gave you all my secrets deep within

Music Hallway

Music Hallway

Written June 6th, 2011

The soft smell of old must

Hinted in the air

An aged and well-loved carpet

Tread on by generations of shoes

A troop of elderly pianos

With chipped keys from extensive use

A din of music resonates

Echoing lightly on the walls

Here, here we camp

Soaking it all in

The years of bygone memories

The traces of personalities past

Fragments of talent, left behind

Drifting in the air,

Clinging to the walls,

Sleeping in the shadows;

You just have to look with your heart

We rest here, absorbing

An escape from the fast-paced world

A time to rest, heal, and create

A second home to wandering young souls

Just trying to find a place

This is the Music Hallway.

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A tribute to the music hallway at my high school, where so many teenagers, including me, just love to be. It's like a light to moths.... And this is where, I'm sure, Mikey's spirit wanders on occasion.  



Anymore (a poem)

Anymore

Written May 31st, 2011

You sneak up on my mind

Like a salesman on a house

You get your foot I the door

And then I can’t push you out

Memories of laughs and smiles

Sweet things in my ears

But you had a mask on all the while

As you claimed me more and more

I love with all I’ve got

You knew this, you abused this

Lifted me high then left me to rot

But now I’m stronger than ever

Necklace (a poem)

Necklace

written March 14th, 2011

There is a necklace

Resting on my collarbone

You may think nothing of it

This little chip of seaglass

Dangling on a silver chain

But if you look closer

Every time I pass

You'll see my choice in jewelry remains the same

There are no diamonds

No sparkling gem

Lighting up this simple pendant

So why then

Is it so special

It's the meaning on which its worth is dependant

Inside that little shard of smooth glass

Is that soul, the essence, of something beautiful

A miracle

The Box In the Corner (a poem)

The Box in the Corner

written February 2011

All these memories

Echoing through my brain

Of when you smiled

Of when I was the only one

In the world

Now I can't help but ask

Were they real?

I am the one

You gave everything to

But when it came down to it

It wasn't enough to help you through

Your darkest days

You pushed me away

When you should have held me closer

*Remote (a poem)

Remote

I wish I had a remote

With buttons for pause and rewind

I could use it like a boat

To sail across the oceans of time

And re-visit the moments in life I've left behind.

My remote wouldn't have a fast forward button

Because what would be the point of life

If I saw it all in a moment of curious glutton

And knew every joy success, downfall, and strife?

And if I skipped every obstacle

I'd never become wise.

So let the future be a surprise

That I carve out for myself

The Golden Haze (a poem)

The Golden Haze

Summer is coming,

The forest is holding its breath,

Summer is coming,

The birds are returning to nest,

Summer is coming,

The snow is falling less and less

January is coming to a close,

Third quarter for students had arrived so soon,

Groundhogs are checking their shadows,

Slush and mud fill squeaky shoes

Summer is coming,

 There are buds on the trees,

Summer is coming,

Water droplets falling never cease,

Summer is coming,

Sportsmen are hanging up their skis