Where Did We Get Lost?

Where did we get lost,

on that winter’s day?

To think that I would find you

and my whole life would change.

Who knew life would take us,

to each other’s hearts,

To help us move tall mountains,

and heal each other’s scars?

Where would I be now,

without your tender voice,

The warmth inside your eyes,

or the strength in your embrace?

Would you ever know me,

if our paths did not meet?

If life’s road hadn’t blocked us,

would our souls be incomplete?

Where did I get lost,

when you helped me find my way?

To think I could’ve missed you,

if it wasn’t for that day.

Where did I get lost,

when I looked into your eyes?

Your pools of endless dreams,

new worlds, and clear skies?

So tell me that you love me,

and you’ll help me find my way.

And I’ll be there to guide you

until the end of days.

And we’ll get lost together,

and create worlds all our own,

New chapters and beginnings,

in our hearts we’ll build a home.

C. Madokoro

A Lover's Quarrel

    Within the tall grass, there was an unusual silence.  It's as though the earth knew what was coming, and was just waiting.  Sharp eyes pierced the atmosphere, cutting the air as they gazed back and forth.  The eyes narrowed with each passing moment, demonstrating both a patience and a rage that had built up within the deep cavern of the body.  The eyes were the only window to this, as the body lay perfectly still in the night air.  At last, the eyes found what they had been searching for.

    A primal scream shook the tension and shattered the thickness in the air.  The mix of red with the flashing white of teeth and eyes were a carnal dance between predator and prey.  The tangling of bodies was a beautiful ballet of instinct and nature, of lovers fighting, not out of hatred, but from the need of each other.  The symphony rose at the peak of longing and fear, then fell quietly as panic turned to acceptance and resignation.  In the lovers' final embrace, as the kiss of death crept slowly into the heart, the eyes gazed down at its still lover, and softened, as if to say, "I love you, I need you, I'm sorry."

-Christy M.

Loss Continued

In the theme of "loss," I have another poem to contribute.  My brother's cherished pet, a bunny, had passed away tonight.  I wrote him this short poem.  Probably not going to help a grown man get over his loss, but one could only hope.

Hop with me to bunny field,
Where all my ailments will be healed.
With fields of green and clover sweet,
I’ll always have enough to eat.
I’ll play all day in bright sunlight,
In nested warmth I’ll sleep all night.
And though I’ll miss our times of fun,
My eternal bliss has just begun.
I thank you for your love and play,
I cherished each and every day.
Just remember our fondest times,
Though you’re in pain, I’ll be just fine.
I’ll hop along through rolling hills,
Where meadows of hope await me still.
Through deepest loss your strength’s revealed,
Remember, I love you now and always will.

-Christy M.

Humor

I remember writing this and thinking it would be a funny greeting card; and since I'm in a humorous mood, I'd like to share.

Just to be clear, it's not written for anyone in particular.  And if you are a guy, I apologize; unless you are lousy, then I rescind my apology.  Enjoy (O-o)

I'm sorry your son 
    is so lousy.
I know that it hurts,
    but it's true.

And on this fine day 
    I just wanted to say,
That though you want him to thrive,
    he's lucky to be alive.

Well, lucky for him,
Not for you.

-C.M.

First Time Sharing-Hope

To the man that life left broken,
    lonely in your shattered cell,
I give to thee a love unspoken
    to save you from your tortured hell.

To that man with love unspoken,
    awaits a soul to guide your fate.
And through the soul with strong chains broken,
    lies the key to Heaven's Gate.

Man needs love to light his way,
    to pull him from his darkened cave.
And with that love, by star so bright,
    shines a path, through constant night.

-Christy M.

Constructive suggestions please.  Thank you for reading!

First Post-Fear

I decided to start this off, not with a piece of my own, but with the first piece that had ever inspired me to write.

When I was younger, I loved to read, and I looked up to authors for being able to create worlds and lives that never existed before being put onto paper.  But it was never something I thought I could do.

Then, one day, I had to find a poem for school, and my father pulled out something he had written.  Reading it brought me out of my cave; if my father could write, then maybe I could too.  I've had it memorized for almost 16 years.

So, here is a poem written by my father during his time in the military; it was untitled, but I simply call it "Fear."

Unknown is the fear,
That lies within.

That comes from down deep,
Under your skin.

You hide it from Smith, Garrett,
Williams, and Jones.

But know that it's there,
Buried deep in your bones.

Where does it come from?
And what does it eat?

It comes from uncertainty,
And feeds on defeat.

It lived forever
In the hearts of great men.

It waits for the moment,
And then it sets in.

-Thomas Allen