The little voice that whispers your name
now pleads with me, "Walk away!"
Do I heed the warning and flee
or break my own heart and stay?
A.R.M.
10/18/15
Monday, October 19, 2015
Friday, October 9, 2015
Writing
"A journal asks you to live your life twice, once when it happens and once in reflection."
~ Rita D. Jacobs, journalist and English professor
Letting Go or Holding On
Does your heart say yes or does it say no?
Does it tell you to stay or tell you to go?
Does it miss me at all or does it not care?
Does your heart even know that I'm not there?
When you think of my name does your heart skip a beat,
or does it cringe in fear each time that we meet?
Does your heart ever cry on cold, lonely nights,
wishing it could find a way to make everything alright?
Say it in an email, snail mail or a phone call -
say it however you need to just so long as you're saying something at all.
Because not knowing your heart's desire is breaking mine in two.
Open your hand and release your grip, or open your arms and pull me closer to you.
A.R.M.
05/28/04
Does it tell you to stay or tell you to go?
Does it miss me at all or does it not care?
Does your heart even know that I'm not there?
When you think of my name does your heart skip a beat,
or does it cringe in fear each time that we meet?
Does your heart ever cry on cold, lonely nights,
wishing it could find a way to make everything alright?
Say it in an email, snail mail or a phone call -
say it however you need to just so long as you're saying something at all.
Because not knowing your heart's desire is breaking mine in two.
Open your hand and release your grip, or open your arms and pull me closer to you.
A.R.M.
05/28/04
Poetry on a Friday Night
I breathe your name within a sigh
and hold the kleenex to my weeping eyes
and tuck your photo beneath my head
as I silently bid the passing day goodbye.
And in the morning when I wake
it's your name upon my lips each day
and I drag myself up and out of bed
hoping you somehow hear the things I say
I cast my heart upon the wind of change
hoping that as you start to rearrange
you'll find the thought in your head
is "Ask Poesie to come back and stay."
A.R.M.
05/14/04
and hold the kleenex to my weeping eyes
and tuck your photo beneath my head
as I silently bid the passing day goodbye.
And in the morning when I wake
it's your name upon my lips each day
and I drag myself up and out of bed
hoping you somehow hear the things I say
I cast my heart upon the wind of change
hoping that as you start to rearrange
you'll find the thought in your head
is "Ask Poesie to come back and stay."
A.R.M.
05/14/04
Unfinished Song
My heart is aching
From all the time you're taking
To realize
What's right before your eyes
My heart is yearning
While you're out learning
If it's right
For us to say good-bye
A.R.M.
02/26/04
From all the time you're taking
To realize
What's right before your eyes
My heart is yearning
While you're out learning
If it's right
For us to say good-bye
A.R.M.
02/26/04
Just Ask
I shouted your name out into the universe
But got nothing back in reply
I shouted your name out into the universe
And was left with only tears in my eyes
I threw coins into every wishing well
And wished for you on falling stars
I threw coins into every wishing well
I'm so close and yet still so far
I prayed for you on bended knee
And asked God to send you home
I prayed for you on bended knee
And yet I'm still alone
I closed my eyes over the railroad tracks
And wished upon four leaf clovers
I closed my eyes over the railroad tracks
And wished it wouldn't be over
I know you've got to make this journey
And complete your soul searching tasks
I know you've got to make this journey
but when you find your way home to me,
all you have to do is ask.
A.R.M.
02/24/04
But got nothing back in reply
I shouted your name out into the universe
And was left with only tears in my eyes
I threw coins into every wishing well
And wished for you on falling stars
I threw coins into every wishing well
I'm so close and yet still so far
I prayed for you on bended knee
And asked God to send you home
I prayed for you on bended knee
And yet I'm still alone
I closed my eyes over the railroad tracks
And wished upon four leaf clovers
I closed my eyes over the railroad tracks
And wished it wouldn't be over
I know you've got to make this journey
And complete your soul searching tasks
I know you've got to make this journey
but when you find your way home to me,
all you have to do is ask.
A.R.M.
02/24/04
Will You Write Music for Me?
Will you write music for me,
Will you write music for me, she said.
Music to mourn me by, mourn me by
As if I were long gone and dead.
Will you cry for me at all, she asked.
Will you cry for me, she inquired.
When I'm finally gone and you're all alone,
Will you cry until your eyes are tired?
Will you remember me with fondness?
Will you remember my smiling face?
Will you remember my laughter and scold yourself
for banishing me from this place?
Or will you instead praise yourself,
Praise yourself indeed.
And consider yourself lucky and thankful
That you are finally rid of me?
Or am I correct in thinking that
You will cry alone in your empty bed?
And will you write music for me,
Will you write music for me, she said.
A.R.M.
01/13/04
Will you write music for me, she said.
Music to mourn me by, mourn me by
As if I were long gone and dead.
Will you cry for me at all, she asked.
Will you cry for me, she inquired.
When I'm finally gone and you're all alone,
Will you cry until your eyes are tired?
Will you remember me with fondness?
Will you remember my smiling face?
Will you remember my laughter and scold yourself
for banishing me from this place?
Or will you instead praise yourself,
Praise yourself indeed.
And consider yourself lucky and thankful
That you are finally rid of me?
Or am I correct in thinking that
You will cry alone in your empty bed?
And will you write music for me,
Will you write music for me, she said.
A.R.M.
01/13/04
Via Diaryland
Your pleading words fall on deaf ears
as I shut you out
and try to erase these years.
Wanting to cry but the tears don't fall.
Wishing you could read all the writing on the wall.
But you're blind and I'm deaf
and we've beat this horse half to death.
And there's no reason for you to keep talking
because I can't hear you when I turn around and keep walking.
Keep begging, keep pleading
and shout until your face turns blue.
But I've got nothing left to cry, to die.
I've got nothing else to give to you.
You said it.
You did it.
But you deny.
And lie, and lie, and lie.
Why try?
I always catch you in the end.
So I type these words of anger,
heave a sigh,
and hit SEND.
A.R.M.
10/31/03
as I shut you out
and try to erase these years.
Wanting to cry but the tears don't fall.
Wishing you could read all the writing on the wall.
But you're blind and I'm deaf
and we've beat this horse half to death.
And there's no reason for you to keep talking
because I can't hear you when I turn around and keep walking.
Keep begging, keep pleading
and shout until your face turns blue.
But I've got nothing left to cry, to die.
I've got nothing else to give to you.
You said it.
You did it.
But you deny.
And lie, and lie, and lie.
Why try?
I always catch you in the end.
So I type these words of anger,
heave a sigh,
and hit SEND.
A.R.M.
10/31/03
Just for Me
I'd probably be a much better writer if I could capture the things that are written in my thoughts. If I could type the endless string of words that ran through my mind on the metro. While waiting for the bus. As I sit at my desk at 4:21 on Tuesday. The revelations I've had, the psychological battles I've waged, the songs I've composed. It's like there's so much more inside than I've ever let out, and it's not for lack of trying. It's just that once the words pass from my brain to my fingers, they just don't sound the same. As if there's a secret force working within me saying, "No Poesie, your best words are being saved just for you. These thoughts are yours and yours alone."
A.R.M.
09/03/02
A.R.M.
09/03/02
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