Sede Vacante: NOT a Poem about Mystery (sort of)

What eyes did I use to see
That we were ever meant to be?
So blind and confused was I
So sure yet so shy

How could I force myself to believe
That your love on me, you'd heave
I was so confused and blind
That I could not leave you behind

Like a beetle drawn to the light,
I thought I could stand and fight
But your ships and planes, they took me down
My heart sent crashing, without a sound

And how was I to know
That what I wanted, you did not show?
How was I so deceived,
My love unrequited, unreceived

You're a perfect person and for me, that's far too much
I prefer people with flaws, mistakes and such
Because when I look at you, I do not see a happy me
I see myself trapped in your shadow, never to be free

I cannot handle such defeat
I want a girl who I can treat
With simple joys from my heart, sincere
Who'd love me for me, as I am here

So empty now is the throne in my heart
That has been pierced by pins, arrows, and darts
The seat is vacant, waiting for a queen
Whose imperfections can actually be seen

For my kind of perfect is flawed like me
Not faultless and spotless as is she
My kind of perfect wouldn't break my back
My kind of perfect would be calm and slack

My kind of perfect would not make me feel
As worthless as a piece of rusted steel
My kind of perfect would make me feel at ease and at home
Not like a cube trying to fit into a dome

And so my spark was not a flame
And I find myself so much to blame
For jumping into a fire with which I could not deal
Leaving me with wounds that will take so long to heal

I guess that the hardest thing is to love an angel
There must be a reason why from heaven she fell
A reason that for now, I cannot tell
A reason that has dragged me to hell

And so I write out all my frustration
As I crawl in pain like a scared crustacean
With armor that will not dissolve
If around some girl my world does revolve

And though the pain I faced was harsh,
I have crawled out of this infernal march
To face the world and all it has
For always half-full is my glass

One of those Poems

I used to think I walked alone
I thought I'd end up like a stone
So cold and frozen without the warmth you bring
With nothing to do but write and sing

I was waiting for your call in my silent shell
And like an angel's, your call fell
I never got to tell you how much I liked you
And how I'd never want us to be through

You still fill my coloured dreams at night
In which for you, I always fight
I really do hope you put into words
The way you feel, like chirps from birds

And with your voice so beautiful,
You'd finally make my empty heart full
When will you look into my eyes
And tell me that you finally realize

That it's you that keeps my heart in motion
And that you've got me stronger than any potion
That whenever I see the first star in the sky,
I wish I'd finally catch your eye

That without you, my shore has no sea
Without you, my dove is not free
Without you, I'm a prisoner in a cage
That you'll be in my heart for all age

That maybe, you feel the same way
Oh, how I wish would come that day
When you would take my hand and say
That with me, you'd forever stay. ♥

Birthday Poem

I thought I would try something different. I've got this typecasted image of the poem I wrote today for my birthday. I thought it would be more personal. I hope you like it:D. Yes, I did write this myself.

She's coming...

This poem has a second part, describing my feelings after the event. I shall put that up soon. Enjoy.

What great gifts fate has brought forth
That my luck began to look north
Rain so missed has fallen down
In the girl who wears a gown

I gladly thank the heavens dear
They thought of me and brought me cheer
For what joy it is to bear
That the air you breathe, with me you share

But would you dare to hold my hand?
And take me to that foreign land?
Of things so pretty and majestic
And in your eyes, I'd see that magic

And in your pale, white face, I would find
That yellow sun that brightly shined
But would you let me into your world?
So beautiful with flow'rs unfurled

And so, I ask you , pretty thing
Would you ride so soft upon my wing?
And soar with me into the sky,
And into Love, together fly?

18 July 2010
10:45 a.m.

If the Pastry were In My Room

I miss her smile at all times
And so I write these endless rhymes
As if calling out for her embrace
And the warm closeness of her face

How I do desire her hand in mine
On my face, her lips would find
The warmth that had for so long
Been hidden in the dark so strong

I'd like to hold her close to me
And see her filled with sincere glee
My hands running across her pale skin
To satisfy her every whim

And she'd bring her face so close to mine
And I'd be trapped in that fragment of time
In bliss forever and forever more
Her kiss is all I'm living for

June 19, 2010