Diary of A Poet

I ain't far from you Your heart is mine, mine your I'll keep my word for you Fight storms if i have to walk past the barricaded walls to reach where U you If i have to be the wind i will Don't give up on me; mine ain't broken promises You say you're cold My arms are stretched Look past 'n' you'll see My dearest love ain't no crime Maybe, but maybe am a criminal to love to admire you smile your agility, fragility, lovability for i can not move from you though divided by distance my love for you, ain't deeming Watch the sky tonight the moon will have us holding hands, feeling a warm embrace of time, pace each day am praying time'd skip a beat that we be together again Like you my dear am lost lost if i ain't got you if i ain't got your smile I look at these picture i hold Walking down memory lane With no pain arcane Hoping my dear Hoping to hold you again make you secure Am a captive, a ca...

Another year goes to record, Why has it taken you too long, If only you could feel my heart, Realize the amount of pain, that that you subject it too, maybe you would realize and hurry, fulfil that which you swore to me, that you would love me forever... Now I sit on this cold floor, Counting yet another year, It feels like a lifetime, the pain in my heart excruciating, i hold on to my heart, that shell of a heart that I still keep, it all feels like yesterday... Where did I make a mistake, when did this portion, this terror that it is over, that it has been over for a while, when did it become entirely mine, someone answer me, Is it a crime to love now... In darkness, I see silhoutte figures, I find myself lost in time, I wait to feel you gently blow on my neck, its unfortunate, It never will be, it is a dream, a dream long buried in time, I can only keep the memories, the only thing that I can call mine... Maybe you will be back so...

I wish I had the courage to say, That which my heart contained, A smile at another tore at my heart, I wished you could read my emotions, I was a mere ghost, I was too shy to confess, Yet, too proud to lose, I can't comprehend, Why it took you so long to realize, That together we belonged... I wish I had another way out, For this feeling to fade away, To be free from this emotion, To learn to be free and fly again, It's a pity, only your love can set me free, Life is indeed a mystery, I can't read your heart, neither can you read mine! Deep inside, we all have one longing... Mine is hope against hope, that which has become my hearts companion, I can only wait patiently, That someday, 'you will get the picture of my heart, and that you will accept it as it is, denying it will mean its doom, 'it can only beat to your tune.... Send me an image of your heart, to perfection it might not be drawn, however, I will mold it to perfection, ...

I wanted to tell it to you That day When I saw you first; I wanted to whisper It in your ear Colored like butterflies wings Fear wouldn't let me It clasped to my feet Chocked my throat Pocked my ears; What could i do? I wanted to sing you a song the winds were strong My words they'd sway The storm'd rage My tunes distort I really wanted to I wanted to watch you all night long All day along The clouds turned dark You ran in fear of a storm I’d be your umbrella, but you'd not believe You sought relief Away from a storm It was never to be Day’s turned nights Night’s turned dark abyss What was I to do? I wanted to; I Couldn’t

The sun will surely shine again, All our struggles are not in vain, Together we can yield some grain, And from rejoicing we will not refrain, For dancing, our feet we will train Tell me, is suffering our portion, Is this our permanent condition, Someday there will be a solution, For our creator hears our petition, Only him can remedy our position,                                                                     Our sorrows we've overcome, A new dawn has come, We are proud of who we,ve become, A people born of a new dawn, Rejoice, for our redeemer has come Weep no more my people, We finally defeated our trouble, By his power we are hum...

Morning by Paul Laurence Dunbar

  Books, books, books, Them that have become my livelihood, Them that have  helped walk in elegance, Them that gave me wings to fly, That is what guides me through, Today I sit and write, That indeed feels right, Because writing is my right, That which makes me a writer, And that makes me one outright, Whatever that makes me, Not really a philosopher, But a seeker of wisdom, To yearn each day for a new beginning, To write and read books Am glad am a friend to them, Them that are birds with golden wings, Them that help me fly along, To reach for the stars, To touch the sky and feel lifted, To listen to the silent whisper and learn...