So...

So... I'm kinda done. I just don't feel it lately. I've been writing them quickly, they're uninspired, and it's just a chore. ...I may post one from time to time, but no more of this one a day thing.

Parted

I came to a splitting of ways with you
One fine, blustery, and crisp winter day.
Our duet no longer sounded pleasing to the ear,
So you went left and I took the right path,
Never again to grace each other with our fine miens.

Oh the beauteous freedom of simple solitude!
I recall flying and whooping, running and loving,
Seeing and believing, hearing and wanting...
And not thinking anymore of what you once meant.
What was once the joy of my life had, as time went on,
Become burdensome and made my heart heavy.

Parting ways and finding my sweet freedom was the finest
Thing that has ever happened to the both of us.
I thank you for seeing what I could not.

--C.R.E.

Longing

Why did you have to go?
What made it necessary
For you to leave me here
Alone and wishing to be
Wherever you have gone.

Where are you now?
You left this sphere
For where, my love?
You sojourn there away from me,
But just where is there?

And now, I must raise a son
Away from his mother whom
He needs so dearly.
I must show him the world
Which he has already seen too much of.
How is this okay? How is this fair?

And why can't I hold you one last time?

--C.R.E.

Words

I burned the words she wrote to ash
And threw them above the valley nearby.
They clung to the clouds and came down
As sweet, refreshing, renewing rain.
I wept as I felt them cross my skin,
But knew not how to reply to them.
They once had meant the world to me,
But now the wet my world and make me see
The truth of the past with her.

--C.R.E.

Home

In the hallowed halls of your soul,
I hold a happy little secret.
A mansion resides there
Built only for me and mine,
And there I feel completely at home--
As long as I have you, I'm home.

--C.R.E.

Passed

We've paid our dues
And owe nothing else
To this empty place.
Follow along, now,
And I'll show you
Fullness of life.
That bitter taste
Will not touch your lips
So long as I am near...
So wait right there
And let me be
Your hands, eyes, and heart.
I am what you need
And hope to be
What you want one day.
Where will this existence
Lead the pair of us?
I think, if it's not
Too pretentious,
To a life of grand design
Where you and I will
Stay forever as ethereal beings
Full of the grace of days.

--C.R.E.

Anger

Blinding and deadly, Anger called my name not long ago.
I took his hand for a moment and saw his path:
Indeed, Loneliness, Hate, Mistrust, and Dispassion
Followed along in his silent wake, feeding on
The words and ideas he spoke so casually about.

We walked on for a moment, and I felt a chill descend--
Even the chill of death--brought on by the sure despair
Of the path we followed. But still, I trudged along.

It wasn't long before the band of demons that served him
Left us to torment other souls left to wander in dark ways...
And so I walked beside Anger for a moment, and picked his brain.
He spoke of quick action, brash words, and hidden pains.
He told me tales of truest hurt, taught me the ways of tantrums,
Blow-ups, and blustery screamings. I took it all in stride,
Uncaring, but soaking up every word for later use.

Oh that I had never walked the dark path of Anger!
It took me years to realize my mistake and, fearing the time,
I turned and ran back to where I had started only to find
That all had changed. The sad truth then hit me:
It's never so easy to take back words spoken, deeds done, or time spent.

--C.R.E.