you are a pause

you are the second
before the air raid
an anticipation so loud it's deafening

you are the stillness, the static,
pins and needles between lightening
and thunder. 1. . . 2 . . . 3. . .

you are the heartbeat, last blink
separating bullet and flesh
crescent cuts bleed from empty hands

you are red lights. stop
knuckles white through a
raindropped windshield

you are elevators
early morning coffee stains
shifting eyes. look away.

you are the dead air
on a faraway radio station
bent antenna. turn the dial. silence

you are the needle
on that half broken phonograph
sidling arthritically away, back to sleep

you are the skip a beat
nervous lip bitten hesitation, envelope stamped
staring into the letter box. just let go

you are punctuation. . .

you are the hyphen
splitting words in two
leaving lonely nothings on different pages

you are 0:00

you are the force that
draws our eyes together
if only for an instant

A true friend adds meaning to your life
A man may not have a wife
But without a friend his life is mere strife
Loneliness is a double edged knife

A woman may not have a husband
But a friend is a must on this land
He/she lends his/her helping hand
Without a friend her life is as wasteful as sand

A friend shares our joy
Our heart becomes as light as a toy
A true friend shares our grief
The suffering becomes very brief

Tell me your friend, I will tell what you are
A friend should be a shining star
He will give us light
And makes our lives bright

Why don’t you choose a nice friend?
Your boredom will soon end
Friendship is a beautiful flower
It is the gift of our life giver

A friend should be our life’s cream
He/she should be a part of our team
Life is just like a game
Losing it sometimes is not a shame

A friend relieves your gloom
He/she makes your life bloom
Our life is a beautiful dream
We should make it a running stream

There really isn't anything like it,

Is there?

Often-times it is intense
Sometimes your heart held-in-suspense

Your insides bursting
Your heart aflame
Sometimes you wonder
Will you feel this way again?

There really isn't anything like it,

Is there?

Your nervous heart
Your sensual mind
You recall last night
As passion climbed

It often makes you catch your breath
Without this feeling your soul bereft

They're here they're gone
You lay in-your-bed
romantic-reruns play in your head

It's so electric
It's laughing-fun
It's like a huge-embrace
From the noon-day sun

It's also sometimes
Filled with tears
Words you heard
That fan your fears

But that's what makes it the world's best drug

You grab and kiss
Just one more hug

You want this feeling to forever-last
So you create each moment
and forget the past

Sometimes those three words
They're in your head
You wish from them once more they're said

These words this feeling
And then the hush
Your heart is beating
You feel the rush

You look at them it feels-so-deep
Like eternity-in-a-moment
It's yours-to-keep

It's yours it's my mine
It's ours divine
It's never-ending
So take your time...

There really isn't anything like it,

Is there?


©8DaveWonder 2010

What are you supposed to do
when you miss someone who forgot you?
you're a face in the space of a magazine
a girl in the midst of a cloudy dream

what are you supposed to say
when you love someone who just won't stay?
you're a stream filled with heartless tears
a girl who hasn't been held in years

how are you supposed to deal
when you care for someone who doesn't care how you feel?
you're an abandoned swing alone in the wind
a ******* the edge of a swaying rim

hold my hand, be my friend
keep my secrets, understand
why is it she is willing to be everything
when her closest act like nothing to her at all
how come the fallen are the first to catch us when we fall?

You left for too long. My memory of you dimmed with the feeling in my heart. It laid there- dormant for months. I erased your voice from my thoughts and the feeling of your arms around me was replaced by a spring breeze. Your habits became forgotten, your face- a picture tucked away. I tried to find equivocation of the joy I felt from being around you.
Something about you stayed locked in my mind, and was awoken the day that I needed to find you. The scent of your shirt when I wrapped you in my arms as I hid from the world in yours. Words only come slowly now. Like the words of a Gregorian chant, they are few in number and ring on long after the voice has stopped. Fatigue of my body has led to words to come in only small quantities, but there will be strength, something will give. The moon will stay out a little longer to provide for more sleep and for more words to be dreamt onto the paper of my mind.
My mind gropes at the darkness for a fleeting memory of you as the lights go down. My eyes search my subconscious as my body moves me in my sleep. I can almost feel your arm around my waist and your hand in my hair when I come to the realization that you're not there, it was just me tugging on the sheets. The moisture of your kiss was nothing but tears on my cheek. Your chest was just my pillow and your voice was just the rain at my window.

Oh, beautiful stranger.
Stealing my focus.
This silent torture of
everything ever left
unsaid.
With strangers a lot
is always left
unsaid.
Voices shout from within,
screaming songs of my longing,
the magic of your impression.
Echoing and bouncing
off the walls I'm encased in.
Oh, I've never uttered
a word of sincerity
to a beautiful stranger.
If I could only bring myself
to say, at least,
"You're beautiful."
Stealing my breath and my words.
You strange and beautiful thief.