The waves of life...
The memories rush to my minds eye like waves on a beach.
Most gentle and beautiful,
yet some filled with the power of a thousand storms.
Waves that are completely consumed,
filled with the past, present, and future relationships of my life.
Some dissipated on the trip to shore,
though precious are my selected memories of the lost.
Even more precious though are those that made it through the journey.
For they are not simply fading memories,
they are the memories that are yet to be.
Through it all though not one would I trade,
for all are the waves that compose the ocean of my soul.
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Half a Soul...
I am encapsulated by it throughout the day,
it even drives me to the point of asphyxiation.
Yet it is still not enough,
and it never will be.
For even tough it surrounds me,
it does not fill this empty spot within my soul.
For that much more is needed,
a friend yet more than a friend.
In other words,
the missing soul to my own.
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Words without form...
Every fiber of my being seems to scream it into existence,
yet the words that should be never form upon my lips.
With a life so short it seems but a game,
everyday keeps passing yet hidden the words remain.
These screams growing louder with every breath I take,
yet you still miss the words I will not say.
With my heart locked away,
silent these words shall remain.
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