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It's been quiet lately. Like the calm before a storm or something (lol). Well don't feel bad. Seriously. You shouldn't :)

After all, If you need to talk...

Cheers and Waiting
Healing Poet

A note that brings longing

I wrote this for a competition. The theme was "make me hear music"

It won honorable mention.

Listen to me as I play your song through

Minors of heartache, through majors of

Love. Every string I pluck, every note I

Play, is meant to how you what I want,

What I cannot say.

Sing with me as I play your tune out in

Soft and sweet chords, and sadness

Without. Every beat of your heart, In

Sync with this song while we hear the

Rich tones, with feelings so strong

And when we reach the end, let me

Play your lullaby. Each note, black or

White, is like saying goodbye. Each

Key brings tears, each tear, a memory

Always remembered, always a story.

Cheers and Waiting

Healing Poet

Tears of a garden

She is standing in the garden, looking around
Her, but not seeing. Listening around her, but
Not hearing. She's numb to the world, numb to
Everything. Slowly at first, then all in a torrent,
The feelings, the emotions return.

She holds it together at first. She's good at it. She
Has to be. But after a while, memory after memory
Hurt after hurt, she starts to break down. She can't
Hold it in. Slowly, the tears start to fall. Slowly, she
Lets herself get lost amid the current of strife.

She nearly falls. She would Have if not for arms that
caught her. She looks at him,Tries to look away, but
he catches her face gently inBoth hands. He sees eyes
that shine despite the Tears that pool in them, stares into
eyes that speak volumes despite being silenced by sobs

To him, shes beautiful. She may not think so, but he
Wants her to see. Wants her to see what he sees, that she
Is worth every bit of effort. Worth every tear she shed,
Worth every word she spoke, worth everything. He looks
At her while she looks at him, niether finding words.

Soon, her tears are not the only ones falling. Heaven itself
Begins to weep in sync with her. Huge cold drops of rain
Descend upon the garden. She lets go of him reluctantly.
He is reluctant to let her go. She runs to the door, fumbles
With the key. She unlocks it goes into the house and locks up.

She can't cry anymore. She's let it all out. But that does not
Stop the pain. She peeks through the window. He's still
Standing there. Being soaked by the rain. She sees him shiver
She is torn between letting him wait and letting him in. She
Is scared to let anyone else enter her last sanctuary.

Outside, He smiles despite himself. He would rather choose
To wait than force it upon her. As the rain soaks through his
Shirt, his shoes. Everytime he falters, he reminds himself of what
he said, what he meant. He reminds himself why he is doing this.

Because she is worth every drop of rain that falls.

Cheers and Waiting
Healing Poet

Penny for my thoughts

I saw the post. I've moved on,
but I haven't forgotten
Nor will I ever forget.

Cheers and Waiting
Healing Poet

One for me, One for someone else

One for me

The Magician

Black suit, white shirt
buttoned down just a few,
just enough to tease
the ladies

His coffee eyes twinkle
with mischief as he strides
up the stairs tonight
once again

White teeth, blindingly so,
an enigmatic grin
to engage and enamor
the audience

The Magician.
He's the star tonight.


One for someone else

Guardian Angel

Slumped against the wall of her room, staring
At the scene before her. Clean bed, neatly
Arranged books, they don't show the real her
The room is too stark, does not reflect the chaos
In her heart. She just wants to break free.

She's losing it, slowly but surely. Like a tap when
It's just been turned off, the water starts to drip
Slower and slower. Till all that is left is the echo as
Each drop hits the bottom of the sink, as it slowly
Slides down and disappears into the abyss of her soul

Every minute, every hour, a little of her wastes away
Into nothing. She 's running out of time. She doesn't
Know what she's waiting for. She slowly sinks lower into
Depression. She's about to do something she knows she
Will regret. She can't help it. It's calling to her.

She's about to start, her arms start to shake, when firm
But gentle hands hold them down. She looks up to see him
Looking at her through warm eyes. She knows he caught him
Knows he should be angry, but he's not. He simply brings her
Hand up, he gently kisses her wrist. He knows how she's suffering

He sits down, slowly pulls her towards him in a soft, gentle embrace
She clings to him, not desperately, but with relief. He feels the
Desperation coursing through the both of them. Two wings on his back
Fold neatly around them like a blanket, protecting them from cold.
He should be in heaven, but he fell from grace a long time ago

He is her guardian angel, just as much as she is his

Cheers and Waiting,
Healing Poet

Same 2 poets, new conversation

Another conversation.

And she looks up at the sky, fighting back the urge to cry


He's standing beside her. He can't feel her, but he knows he has to try


Behind that smile hid her tear stained face, all that she's been through she's fallen from grace


Through the numbness he goes to hold her, wants to see her still radiant face


Tattered and torn, bruised and bedraggled. there goes her soul whipped and wasted


Gently he picks her up, he holds her because he knows its fated


These arms so strong, they made her feel wanted. still deep inside it felt so wrong


Through her tears, he feels her tense up. he knows she's waiting for the dawn


Tomorrow might come, it might never will, all lies in fate tightly sealed


As was said before, so stay awake today to enjoy the feel


Just wait up, time will heal


And just like that, our faith will be sealed




Cheers and Waiting

Healing Poet

2 poets, 3 conversations

A dialogue between two poets.

Conversation 1:
Soak my tears like paper towels and my anger like the sand bag.

And when this day is done your feelings will be the only truth you had

Release the shackles off my feet, so I can dance again for you.

The price of the freedom that you ask, is that of this your heart be true.

This hardcore reversal roleplay's gotta end someday

Oh but how we act, we can be ourselves in many different ways


Conversation 2

don't ever slow down, cos time won't wait up.
break the clock yet time wont stop.

But I find time is a friend who holds your cup
who slows with you when its all you've got

maybe all it ever does is make you look foward but had I a time machine still I wouldnt be bothered

agree I do. memories to be visited are not, but to be held your heart, by your soul be gathered

because for all you know tomorrow might never come .
and when tomorrow does come, i might not be found

so keep me awake today, so that we can have our fun
so that when all is said and done, we will say we lived by no bounds


Conversation 3:

slit my wrists and watch me bleed
oops I did it again, I really did

I'll hold you, tend to your wounds and help you break free
Even if you tried to make your own shackles, even a bit

an addiction it is, if i stop i get cold feet
so long and goodbye, it ends tonight

That's why im here, to take your eyes away from the false treat
There's no need to leave as long as we feel it's right

sad excuses and false hopes high,
the world is harsh, the world is blind

through the haze I will hold you tight
If we see with our souls, we have no need for sight

she can't stop that cycle, she can't get out,
please hold her really tight, dont let her go.

Let it go, let it out. scream with me, hear me shout.
Through the storm I will hold you till once more do you glow

the lost shine all stuck back,
wouldn't be that perfect again

Like a jigsaw puzzle from a sack
each piece still plays a part of the plan

but she's been wasted and so broken down
till the sun loses it shine, she wouldn't be found

I'll do my best to draw a smile from your frown
but remember, you shine because you have no bounds

when everything seems to go so wrong
all she knows is pain is good.

Then I will pull her up, gently sing her a song
ease the pain and set a lighter mood

what if she wants to be left alone,
to feel the pain to rid the hurt

I'd remind you that the pain will pass as she grows
Still holding you as your tears fall on my shirt

she's a wreck, she's so screwed
just leave her be,that would be good

I won't let you fall, I won't let you brood
I want you to see that my heart is true

how would she know.who can she trust.
she has been stupid for people she loved

It's all based on faith, i can help you adjust
I'm standing with you on the edge. are you ready to jump?

free-falling unto the unknown scares me alright
but i know i'll be just fine, with you by my side

just believe, and we will glow so bright
I'll hold you tight. you can be my guide

Here it is in all it's entirety. Enjoy

Cheers and Waiting
Healing Poet

Dying to Live

Feet crunching through the cobbled
Stones and gravel, I'm walking with
Those close to me. The great tree is in
The distance, once alive, now an eternal
Sentinel watching over us on our journey

We traverse the land, through forests, fields
Quarries and valleys, yet whenever we look up
The tree is always there watching over us. It's
Black branches reaching outlike the hands of a
Wizened old man seeking to comfort us.

We walk on and on, but we slowly lose hope.
One by one, those with me dwindle. One by one
They lose sight of themselves and leave the rest
Of us to continue on our own. We trudge on
Through rain, through sun, we trudge on.

Near the end of the journey, only two of us
Remain. She holds me in her arms as I hold her
In my heart. We finally reach the tree. Its wicker
Form sways in the wind, looking much in need of
Care. We stand, backs to the tree. We hold each other

Cheers and Waiting,
Healing Poet

Life as we want it?

The sun is rising, soft light falls through the
Window, bathing everything in a soft
Yellow glow. He wakes up, puts his feet on
The floor, he's alone, but now he wants more.

He walks out the door, flinches as the sun
Hits his face. The light shines on him with such
Grace, almost as if to say, "today is
Your day," that he can do it all his way.

He walks down the stairs, his house is near the
Beach. He raises his arms, as far as he
Can reach. He pushes the door open with his
Hand, he walks to the beach, down to the sand

He's standing on the shore, he seems deep in
Thought. The water round his heels, remembers
What he's taught. So full of life, so full of
Dreams, he greets the sun. He's content, so it seems.

He hears her voice, and all his doubt is washed
Away. He turns to her, her face as bright As day.
Ever so loving, they meet, they Embrace.
Together, they watch the sun rise with grace.

Cheers and Waiting,
Healing Poet

Reflections in a mirror

Staring through long curls of black and auburn,
Eyes of dark brown survey the scene before
Him. A sheet of crisp white paper sits on the
Table infront of him, illuminated by a candle. He
Tousles the highlighted hair aside as he picks
Up his pen, and lets it all flow from him.

The words tumble out from him in a cavalcade
Of metaphors and feelings. He marshalls them
Into lines of thought, lines of emotions, carresses
Each word as it has come from his heart, Writes
Each word with the passion and care of a lover
He gives life to the once blank sheet of paper.

The candle is nearly out, the light sinking so low
To the table it blackens the wood around it. He
is almost finished. The words have not stopped
Flowing. He has much to write about, much to pen
Out. Finally, the last word has been recorded, has
Been immortalised on the paper. He has done it

Behold, his heart translated in writing.

Cheers and Waiting,
Healing Poet

Post Tidbit

Ruffled by the wind, the writer’s
hair framed his face, marred by
the scars of his vanity.
No wonder he’s single.

This was written for me by someone. I like it

Cheers and Waiting
Healing Poet

I don't normally break the fourth wall by talking directly to readers, it's just those who assume I'm talking to them. This time however, I'm going to talk directly to you.

Songs that I want to be able to use to describe how I feel now:

Heaven by Bryan Adams
With you by Chris Brown
Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows (great song)
First time ever I saw your face by David Cook
You are so beautiful by Joe Cocker/Taylor Hicks

Songs that actually describe how I feel now:

One Last Cry by Brian Mcknight
You're beautiful by James Blunt
Dreaming with a broken heart by John Mayer
I'll be right here waiting by Bryan Adams (in a sense)
Passion by Hector Corcin (Instrumental, but you know what I'm getting at)
Better than me by Hinder (certain parts)

Cheers and Waiting
Healing Poet