Stranger, please...

So wishful I am

that wishes become dreams

these dreams now slip

in-between the seams

of a life that has lost

all meaning I once wished to gleam...

do I fade

more with every day?

do I seek

hope and dreams

and love to truly be?

do I ache

in my heart

and in my lungs;

as I struggle to breathe

alone and wanting

strung along by the need

                                       for you...

I know I'm fooling myself

and that I've always been

a dreamer still lost;

but I'll say this truth

in a poem I'll send

what my loneliness has cost...

I've become scared

of losing and fooling my heart

of stepping out on a limb

apart from my fears

and apart from my sins

stranger,

who I've never met

please tell me you love me

because I regret to say

that too many days

have withered and came

and worn away

any courage I once had

                        only dreams remain...

stranger,

please hold me in your arms

help me find that life

I believe I once deserved

please tell me you love me

please tell me you will

please tell me you'll laugh

at this mask of false bravado

I've grown so used to wearing

stranger,

please keep me from harm

tell me it's alright

please tell this bird

with broken wings, 

                             that it can fly

please tell me love is real

and sorrow is only half

of the heartfelt, lost staccato 

that the whole world is sharing

tell me, stranger,

                            tell me someone is caring...

I need to believe it is so. My dreams are all that's left.

Reviews

[Caradoc]

This is beautiful in its sadness. The emotion is overflowing in this piece, dripping from the page. The aching, yearning plea that is this poem I have felt echoed in my own soul. Bar far my favorite stanzas are the ones in which you begin with a title drop. The repetition of it makes this piece come out like a crooning love song, slow played, perhaps jazzy. It is definitely the kind of piece that would bring silence to a room of onlookers as the poet/singer is up on stage whispering this softly, as if their lover were right in front of their eyes.

I love this one. Well written and bravo.

-Caradoc

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you a lot, Caradoc. I haven't been writing poetry in a while. I've been having trouble with it. So, today, I decided to give it a shot again.

[Caradoc]

Well I must say then, you hit a bull's eye. And you are welcome.

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you, immensely. Though, I'm trying to work through a new concept I've got, for delivering poetry a certain way. So, we'll see how that pans out.

[Caradoc]

Well I wish you lots of luck with it.

[MachinaWriter]

^^ thank you

[kublakhan27]

This is the deepest I've ever related to one of your works...it defies a detailed review...all I can say is I was almost in tears...needless to say this is in my library...amazing piece.

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you. I've really come to appreciate your reviews. I've been terrified of writing poetry for some time now. I think it's because subconsciously, I knew what sort of emotions would come out, and I don't like showing that side of me if I can help it. I understand that I need to write, though, as it's my only way of curing...well, of curing my loneliness. So, I'll risk the foolishness and fear. I need to write and I need someone to hear.

[kublakhan27]

You're most welcome my friend. Your philosophy is very similar to mine when I first started writing around 1997...I don't think anyone even knew I wrote till around 2000. But I was at a point where I couldn't hold it in anymore...too much angst. You need not fear a thing about your poetry...you're one of my favourites here, both in style and in the themes you explore.

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you. I just recently started doing something. Well, right now I'm developing the idea. I want to sort of show me writing it. Show how the ideas form. And place it as a video, with the music I usually listen to while writing. I did a rough version of one of the videos for my other poem I put up "Your Empty Words". It has the video on it, as well as the actual poem. I'd love to hear your thoughts on it. Eventually, I'm going to do all this on a whiteboard, with markers, so it will be clearer. And with an actual camera, not my phone lol