Forever Is Still Long Enough

One day our lives may amend,

The phrase, "all good things come to an end."

Some day, while wondering in our world of hope,

We will remember the words that I wrote.

Because forever is still long enough.

The journey may be hard, the road may be tough.

But just because feelings changed,

Did not mean they went away.

One day, if our lives collide,

I want to say I enjoyed the ride.

That I could cast aside my pride,

And promised that I've never lied.

As far as the future is concerned,

The lesson that I have learned,

Is that most things are never for sure,

And most things can never be secured.

As far as the future is concerned,

One more lesson that I have learned.

Is that a past brought back from bridges burned,

Builds better from ashes that were undeserved.

Better Days

Fall asleep now,

We'll dream of better days,

Than the ones,

We have come to face.

Because lately I've fallen for,

The thoughts I can't ignore.

And I'm unable to enable

The feelings of my adored.

Through all my planning

I am so unprepared.

My understanding

Has become so impaired.

And while we sat there,

We were waiting to see,

If that night, was all we

Dreamed it would be.

So fall asleep now,

Under a familiar gaze,

Wait until morning to see,

If your memory of me fades.

Vivid Image (new)

With no vivid image, or lips to kiss,

No hope of feeling more than this.

No tongue to speak, or quality to miss,

I'm now a memory because you're his.

With no vivid image, or hands to hold,

No struggle between the weak and bold.

No chance to talk, or time to think, 

Apologies composed without any ink.

The Dancer

She dances through my mind,

After hope had run it's course,

After hope couldn't find,

The dancer standing on my porch.

She walked through the door,

To tables dressed in candle light,

Silence broken, but not ignored.

With her warm smiles and eyes bright.

With compliment after compliment,

I meant every word that I said,

I want to write her a new love story,

But one that will never end.

She glances to the side,

Uncomforatbly, I fumble my words,

Wonderfully, no expression can hide,

I want her to know all of me.

She dances through my mind,

Through my thoughts, into my words,

Crack a smile, my heart is signed,

By the sweetest voice I've ever heard.

A poem. Fr.

Just a Dream

I wonder if she will notice me,

She would never fall for me,

Should I walk and pass her by?

I hope that I can catch her eye.

Should I go and talk to her?

She's standing in the far corner,

I need to look away,

I don't want to stare.

I'm walking over to her empty seat,

Don't be shy, don't look at your feet,

What do I say? Should I wait for her?

She won't talk to me, me courage is thin.

What is your name, would you like to dance?

Give me a smile, and give me your hand,

The lights grow dim, the music is soft,

She's everything that I am not.

She smiles at me as I walk her home,

We walk these streets, we're all alone,

We're on her porch, and she's on her toes,

She kisses me and she will never know.

My insides scream, and every part of me, 

wonders if I'll just, be a memory,

But as for now it begins to seem,

I'd still be in love, even if this is just a dream.

A Song. Fr.

The Other Side Of Town

Enveloped in

The sound of the crowd.

Soft lights, soft eyes, 

And opinion is loud,

Lay your head down,

Don't get lost in the

Shuffle of the town.

Bright lights, bright eyes,

I can see the dream,

New sights, old sighs, 

What a night this aspires to be

To be there holding us back,

Holding hands to know we're intact,

The words we'd like to say,

The thoughts that got in their way.

Way down on the other side of town,

The nights are getting clearer,

The lovers are getting nearer,

Too near for lips,

To do anything but kiss,

The kiss is for the moment,

The moment is forever.

 A song 11th

Untangling

She said, "I'm not just mad at you, I'm mad at myself."

She said, " I understood your poem, and it's sitting on my shelf."

"I wish I figured out sooner, the way I felt about you."

"So maybe you'll change your mind, because I think I want you to."

What you feel does not mean nothing,

I wanted to give my heart to a Ring.

I'm still waiting, you will always have the truth,

I'm waiting for our feelings to untangle from our youth.

A poem. 12/fr.

You Mean To Me...

I found you in the center of a place

I have never known.

I revealed to you a part of me

That I have never shown. 

It truly was a field of dreams 

in which I held you in my arms.

I'm forced to pull you close

I'm captivated by your charm.

Hand in hand we stand

Over of city of lights.

Your touch comforts me

as if I felt it every night.

You have done everything right

In this enchanted evening.

I can't explain the smile

That your presence brings to me.

I can't explain the feeling

that has enveloped me.

But I can explain 

all of what you mean to me.

You mean to me that...

There is someone to think of as the sun rises.

There is someone to dream of when sleep entices.

There is someone to discover what makes love so timeless.

A poem. Fr.

I Should Have Known Better

Your words pierce through me

like an arrow of pain.

They pierce right to the center

when I should have known better.

I should have known better

than to act this way.

I should have known better

than to fight my desires

and experience the shame.

Vivid Image (Now a Memory)

With no vivid image or hand to hold,

To fight the night, to fight the cold,

No struggle between the weak and the bold,

With every apology I have ever told.

With no vivid image, or lips to kiss,

No hope of feeling more than this,

No more words to speak, or qualities to miss,

I'm now a memory because you are his.

A poem. Fr.

Puzzle Piece Thoughts

Puzzle piece thoughts behind a chipping face,

Complexity has brought us a beautiful waste,

It contains many fragments and parts,

Of lost love and lost hearts,

Correlating time and reality,

Using a broken clock we cannot see.

We will never say never,

To our aimless endeavors,

The whispers of what love was and is,

Are rewritten by a feeling like this,

Twisting each others words,

To prove that love is all that we have heard.

A poem. 12th Grade

Is Forever Enough?

Do you know what I would do to make you smile?

To make you happy, if for only awhile,

If my wishes were dreams, and my dreams came true,

Coud you trust me enough to love me too?

In a world of hope, will I hope enough?

I will wait for you forever, but is forever enough?

I have dreamt of your answer, and you deserve more,

And you deserve better than any love before,

You may not remember a lost cause as myself,

Passionate words collecting dust on your shelf.

In a world of hope, do I hope enough?

I'm waiting for you forever, but is forever enough?

A heart unnoticed is still a heart in the moment,

And moments with intent are moments well spent,

The moments we find cannot be followed behind,

Because lost causes are caused by a love that has lost us.

I wonder in this world of hope, if I hope enough,

Know that I will wait for you forever if forever is long enough.

(I wander in our world of hope, and found that you can never hope enough,

I'm waiting here for you forever, hoping forever is long enough.)

A Poem. 12th Grade

Never What We Dream

She's the one that I'll stay up for,

Just to hear her say goodnight,

I have heard it all before,

Simple words start taking flight,

Propelling airwaves of emotion,

The distance between us closes,

Closer than we have ever been,

Our hesitating lips hold familiar poses.

Take a picture so you don't have to remember,

And you can discard your memories,

Falling leaves of dropping dreams in November,

Standing alone, an empty road, with auburn clothed trees.

I can look but I can't love you, 

So fragile our desires,

Delicately held in high esteem,

But nothing is ever what we want,

Never what it seems,

Never what we dream.

A poem. 12th Grade

Lock and Key

With words interpreted as if they were clouds,

Where there once was a lock and key,

Now feelings are freely allowed,

Remembered like carved names on a tree.

This whisper is more audible than ever before,

Drowned out but carried by the winds troubles,

A part of me that I had hoped to restore,

Is wonderfully irreplaceable.

A poem. 11th Grade

Feelings of Love Lost in Translation and History

 What is masquerading as a dissipated dream following my every tread?

When every backward glance surrenders more of a forgotten heart

Forgotten for conscience's sake, but begotten for what love intends

I shall not say it haunts me but rather reminds me of loves hardest part

Every sign is another story to fade into the night

Every breath is a memory that is just passing through

Every intention is revealed under each illuminated street light

And every star is a wish that never came true

And truth be told, guilt holds my hand just as loving as a promise

There are untold stories that can only be read from silent eyes

And the slightest breeze has diminished the dreams vividness

But it still lives in curious minds and only comes out for a cry time to time

Every step is a struggle between necessity and morality

Every whisper is a longing feeling my heavy heart has known

Every blink is an emotion that has gotten the best of me

But inside there is a soul that has grown.

A poem. 11th grade