If my father was a stranger
and met the man I am today,
he would swear I was the mirror
of a past he had locked away.
Tag: moody
Summary
I would have gone anywhere
and done anything
for a chance to talk to you.
That was years ago
– back when I used to think
chances were infinite.
Now I do what I can to catch a glimpse
as you walk past.
I think you’re avoiding me now.
The clock strikes 5
and I don’t see you by the bench
where we reconnected a few years ago.
I wish you understood
the pain of being avoided
for a simple glance.
Not a word nor an approach.
Not even a smile.
Maybe you knew my stomach turned
when our eyes locked.
All The Difference
Crawling, slipping, scrambling
through this forest of memories
in fierce and frantic searching
for the path I should have taken.
Unfinished
I think of our time together
as a book I could not finish.
For all these questions without answer
(which cannot end a final chapter)
have left my mind with this one wish:
you were still a beautiful stranger.
The Beginning
This bond will break, it cannot bend.
Hold fast- I could not stop
the beginning of our end.
Who is to blame? We both had doubt.
But voiceless fear is an open wound
and silent answers sold us out.
You are not dead to me my dear
– yet if I feel no life with you,
then you’re the death of me I fear.
But I became your every breath!
So could I truly call it living
if I left you to certain death?
Blood is pouring from the suture.
These broken hearts we stitched together
bleed and stain our every future.
Who is to blame? We both knew change.
The children we were died in our arms
– the face in the mirror was strange.
This bond will break, so leave it be.
It was made for a different life,
and from that life we now are free.
Drunk In Jamestown (Or 805 & Djarum Black)
I have no choices begging question
and no regret of either kind.
I knew the end one kiss could destine
for the friendship we left behind.
Years and miles lost to each other,
we soon lost our minds to lust that night.
But morning was painfully sober
as I watched you crawl back to the light.
Curiosity
Our innocence was not stolen.
Our innocence was not lost.
It was the birthright gladly given
to stay hunger at any cost.
What a wretchedness it is to crave
all the fruit you never tasted.
Do you think this hunger you can stave
– was your father’s wisdom wasted?
Gravity
Unconscious gravitation
towards depravity
plagues me with the question:
is immorality
the cause or consequence
of my human nature?
Two Point Eight
Immortality was
an imperfect replication.
It was nothing more than
just a lifeless imitation.
Nothing To You
It was so many years ago
– a life time for one as young as me.
But each day made the wonder grow,
and I will always want to know:
was my love a possibility?
Poetry by Adam Nevarez 