Pondering | Community Publishing

42 - 10-08-2000

How did I age?
What is home.
Is home ecstasy?
Is home memories?
Is home unknown?
The stories you've been told
breaking like the waves'
sea.
The sky will never be same.
The sky just eyes the ocean.
It looks just like change.
Was not trying to get home.
but I made it.
Why I can not get home?
Why am I bound without bound?
To be bound.
I absolutely went there.
I absolutely was scared.
I was not.
A little before my time
To know what was mine.

Untitled - May, 2004

Submitted by loveacrossborders

In the daylight,
I can not see why
everyone is stray.

Poem777777 - May, 2004

Submitted by loveacrossborders

Love ending in love.
How do you know an ending?
Afterglow.
Aftertaste.

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Apoem - March, 2006

Submitted by loveacrossborders

Everyday I want to wake up to you,
and do it again. (the day)
Our day together,
in the sun and humidity.
We love each other more than we loved before.
We would not be the same if we did not meet;
or, were never born.
We need each other.
Everyday I want to wake up to you,
and do it over again. (the day)