I came home one day
to find you gone.
You'd left not one small trace.
I walked around,
with vacant eyes,
no expression on my face.
I cried outloud
in case you'd hear,
but that was not the case.
It took me three hours
to realize,
I'd come home to the wrong place.
All has dismal purpose,
in the tall scheme of life.
Nothing really matters,
not one joy nor strife.
Why do we truly exsit,
why struggle through every hour?
Can it all just simply be,
amusement for a higher power?
Unbridled rage burning like a fire,
overpowering kindness seeping through
Understanding love, unsurpassed desire,
Sadistic Sarcasm, demaeaning destruction
A precise drama unfolds daily,
while drenched in comical repartee.
This melodramatic portrayal of life
is of me, not of you.
Seemingly fearless am I?
Is that how you see me?
Conquering all with no doubts.
No hulking beast,
nor vicioius predator unleashed
will cause me to breakdown.
Your confidence, I'm afraid, is extremely misleading,
no matter how flattering it be.
You see my friend,
it's all an act,
for a paralyzing fear lies within me.
Yes, I am strong,
but what of a leader not followed?
Without anyone to lead,
one serves no purpose indeed.
and thus becomes utterly alone.
When holidays insist on love,
it becomes more of a search.
The thought not entirely sincere
Anyone will do,
we can't possibly be left out
The search becomes a career.
It completely overwhelmes us,
the incessant desire.
We have to hold someone near.
One particular part,
perplexes me still.
Don't we need love throughout the year?
Something grips you tightly,
its chokehold allows no air.
You valiantly struggle,
but, to no avail.
Nothing can stop it,
it has infinte power.
Every muscle becomes paralyzed,
you have no choice but to cower.
Your head spins,
making you unbelievably sick.
Perspiration drips,
you have to do something quick
But alas! You are lost,
there is nothing you can do.
All that is left is to observe,
as your fear overwhelmes you.
I knew not of perfection
until there was you.
You stire unrivaled passion in me,
I find it hard to subdue.
Your image haunts every logical thought,
every train leading to the same spot,
mixed together, there they stew.
Each hour of emotion surpassed by the next.
I'm wondering where this will end.
In you I see no fault to compromisem,
no imperfections to comprehend.
You control every dream,
personifying the theme.
I can't believe you are only a friend.
Ode to a Chocolate Donut Crumb
O ye remnant of what was once so grand,
happy as a lark you lie there.
Your delicate icing hath melted like butter in my hand,
deliciously covering it like a blanket.
I still remember when you remained in full form,
in the box upon the table.
Your odor permeated like sweet perfume,
before the container was even open.
I saw you there the night before,waiting,
silent as the smallest mouse.
All night I lay awake thinking,
my mouth watering with every speculation.
Jumping out of my bed I ran to you,
the separation torturing my heart.
Your beautiful packaging was completely brand new,
a sharp pain I felt as I opened the box.
Your eminent beauty, your voluptous shape,
elusive thoughts and demeaning stare,
I could find no immediate escape.
I had to give in to the moment.
I took you up in my arms, felt you close,
caugt up in the feeling, it was unbelievable.
Not since last weekend, and the incident with the French Toast,
have I felt anything like this.
I'll always remember you,
I will love you forever.
I cannot forget how you've affected my life.
The experience of you,
I will always treasure.
I have learned much from your presence in my life.
Your influence will remain,
although you do not.
You have made a valuable impression on my life.
An overwhelming sadness will pain,
through my soul and my heart.
My memories of you will plague my everday life.
But no matter how much,
I miss your existence.
I will stoically continue on with my life.
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