meia’s poems


The Man Who is Not a Man

He haunts my dreams,
this one I seek
Always walking in dark silence
He speaks but i can not hear
I see a shape that is sometimes a man,
And sometimes not
I fear him, but also long for him
This man who is not a man
He is sometimes tender,
And sometimes not.
I can not understand the way I feel
Wanting to touch this dark stranger
Sometimes he calls me as I sleep
His lips softly touch my cheek
And I long for I know not what
I fear there is danger here
But from who or what I can not tell
He walks in silence
And tells me naught
This man who is not a man


The Way It Is

Life is unfair
Full of lies
And to much dispare
Cought up in every day afairs
We go on
Searching for meaning
Looking for a reason
But
That's just the way it is
Life's a bitch
Hard to handle
Beating you over the head
With a brick
As we go on
Holding out for hope
Reaching for a promise
But
That's just the way it is
Here I stand
Holding out my hand
Offering you
A reason
A touch of hope
A friends love
And
That's just the way it is


Things Remembered

A mothers sweet kiss

A fathers love

Bright godlen hours

Spent in the sun

Chasing butterflys

Playing in the wind

Hiding in shadows

To find the

Joy of a mothers love

Home to father's gentle kiss

As sheltered in his arms

I once again drift to sleep

Holding thoughts

Of them both

Close to my heart

I sleep and dream

Floating away on a

Sea of love

The stars are in their heaven

And all is well in my world



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