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Without
At 7:22 p.m. on 2007-11-18


There are many things
I wish I could say
I don't know how to say them
They're just feelings and can't be expressed in writing
A pathetic attempt at an emotion that will never mean anything to you
All I know is that
My heart was so small until I met you
Now it takes up the whole world
But it hurts, because the one thing it can't truly hang onto
Is you
And that is the only that it wants
Out of the whole world
I don't know why
You're so special to me
Or why I'm not special to you
Go ahead and scream that I'm crazy
I've heard it before
And my heart knows better
Having touched you, once, it wants no one else
It doesn't feel right in anyone else's arms
No one else's kisses fit my lips so well
Maybe someday you'll understand and know me for what I am
You're a part of my soul, and I've known it from the beginning
You fit and no one else does
I didn't choose this
But it chose me
Now my world is so much less
Without you in it..

Before ________&________After

Older List:
Narcissus - 2007-12-12
Without - 2007-11-18
Hunger - 2007-11-18
Beyond - 2007-11-18
So Beautiful - 2007-10-12


Jaded Poet, Lonely in Company
. . . and a pen rests by the chalice, pull up a chair by this, the fire, drink long, the ink and wine are able, the script leaps from hand, into the pyre,
. . . yes, the bottle is half full, pull the cork and pour another, hide your eyes deep in the swallow, and we'll burn this script together,
. . . damn the feather, pour the ink, and let the ruin stain those lips, I beg and hope to share this hour, but those hands of yours, will never leave your hips.
By Jarday





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