Alan's Poetry

Departure’s Echo

The warm sun set westward and left behind only the chills of winter wind that wickedly moved her iced fingers constantly over my naked face. I walk along, the willows drooped their head to seemingly share the deep thoughts that echoed in my mortal soul. The weary path whitened with glaring snows, tried to cover up the cruel memory…. Of a departure. Echo of the past grew louder and louder as the path wound down… a tear rolled down from my eyes, then another. The blood drops of my soul again melancholically and restlessly tried to heal an immortal would.

It was upon chance we met and no choice in our departure. Time betrayed. We shared so much, all truthful secrets of our hearts that are now both broken. We held hands to draw our hearts closer to eternity. We kissed to share the sweet taste of love, knowing future hung in unknown hope. We laughed for joys and wept over sorrows together. We cradled each other in our arms, and at the same time love was cradled. She drew me to the edge of emotions, blindly. She came to my life so suddenly, only to disappear in the eternal stream of time.

Why… Why is there no such thing as never ending? Why must there be a tomorrow so that time can erase those greatest moments of life? Why are the sweet taste’s turned in that eternal stream? Why must fragile sails of the heart suffer the maddening temptest of endless thoughts? Why? … But she is no more, for there was no truth to these questions. I walked on under the bitter laughter of the winter wind hissing in response. Maybe the sun rise tomorrow.

No Rose of Thorns

My song about a rose with thorns,
Though my flower has wings.
Her halo my grace through this night,
Guiding our dance in each others arms
Floating across the floor as I gaze into her eyes
A look worth more than a thousand words
My feelings expressed in a heartbeat
Leaving me open to vulnerability
Wondering if she’ll run from my side
I want in return what I give from my heart.
Is that too much?
This must only be the beginning…

Waiting

Waiting for you to be with me,
The time seems right.
Waiting for the right time
To caress your face as you did mine
Waiting for both our comfort,
To feel a real embrace.
Waiting for the moment,
To share that first kiss.
I think I’m just waiting for us.

I write with my life spinning circles, ending always back at the beginning. I know now, I have done this to myself... I let myself get wrapped in this mess. Now, I need to get past it, I'm ready... I think so anyway. I have been for a while, thats where my life was before all this, I'm sorry you went through that, are going through that, I'm letting it go can you except that?

I'm Alan, 23 years old from Kansas. I've written poetry since the age of 14, I think I'm getting better as time goes by, though I never started dating my poems until recently. I keep my page fairly up to date. I've been teaching myself how to use some html editing programs so I can better design my page. When I did it originally I used notepad and typed all of it out manually, or cut paste from things I had already typed. The looks of my site wasn't the greatest, so as my learning process went along I slowly made changes to my page. I added things here and there, until now I've completely changed both my index page, and the poetry page. I've also been making changes to that as I go, it still seems to be missing something. I have come across that solution yet, though I hope to give it some more character soon. Check back often I add new poems all the time

Thank you for stopping in to see my site, I hope you enjoy all I have written. It is a bit overwhelming all the poems posted, so if it is your first visit take your time, might take you a while to get through them all.

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