What hurts about moving on
is knowing that what you
once had is now gone. Now,
thoughts don’t skip a beat,
just like a record stuck on
repeat. Flashes of the past
dash by on the other side
of our eyes. Moving on is
like skipping your favorite
song: it just feels wrong.
Pain becomes strength.
Misery becomes history.
Doubt becomes acceptance.
Moving on is going forward.
Staying back is waiting for
life to attack. Don’t be a
victim to a life you’re given.
I’m here to make a splash.
I want to create a wave.
Look how calm the water
is. It’s perfectly still, silent.
It’s been like that for years.
Complacency is what comes
to mind. I’m tired of waiting.
I’m looking to jump from
one life to another. I’m here
to make a splash and create
a wave – for Neptune’s sake.
Don’t hesitate to wait. Good things
come to those who wait. Divine
powers scour at those who rush.
Those who rush can lose touch
of the things that mean the most.
Just wait. You will see a new start.
You will write many more pages,
poems, letters, and texts about,
and to all the people you knew.
Patience is a virtue, so just wait
for tomorrow to come. Just wait
until this day is done because
the best part has yet to come.
Time is something that moves humans.
Time can’t sit still. People can’t either.
Time can create panic when people
don’t understand it. People can’t wait.
They rush to find the time that can’t
be found. Some people wait around.
Time passes through at the same rate
people do. To be frank, time and time
again, I will think of a time way back
when. Some will move. Some will stay
still to fill space. Some walk. Some run
to win life’s race. For now, I take it slow.
I’ll take my time to cross the finish line.
The tables were empty. Each table had chairs.
The chairs were empty. The room was filled
with all but life. On this night, tables and chairs
were patiently waiting to be used by someone –
anyone. The day came where a table was used,
supported. The day came when I looked around
and saw you. Our eyes met and never left.
I tried not to stare. I walked to a table, with two
empty chairs, near you. We were alone together:
inside the same room. I walked to you despite
my fear of failing. I remember this moment
year after year. That night we met became
the first time we sat down at a table for two.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 