Poetry By Tuninks

[Tuninks]

I post a lot of poetry so I am just going to post it all in one big thread from now on!

Slip

Slip, fall, you reach for the cliff top.
My hand is here to catch you.
This is your life, this is your dream.
It's slipping, its falling.
Just grab my hand.

You tell me you have no one to love.
You tell me you leave nothing behind.
No hope, no love, no life in your shadow's wake.
Your life is slipping...
Just grab it, my hand is there.

You tell me that you fear you will destroy me.
You tell me you fear the worst.
Do not fret my dear, from my death you shall have life.
Your life doesn't have to slip.
Let me take your stead.

You ask me why. Why I should slip and fall.
You ask me what it would do for me.
How could I sacrifice this to you?
Hope... When you have hope you survive.
And with your survival, I will live on through you...

[Tuninks]

She was in my arms,
Her body was my own.
She was in my hands,
Her touch so...
So desirable.
Her eyes were upon me,
They pulled me in,
They drowned me in beauty.
Her gaze so....
so intoxicating.
Her smell of lavender filled my lungs,
It calmed me,
It was something to behold,
Her scent so...
so indescribable.
Her lips were like cherries,
The taste was an addiction,
The fruit tamed only by me.
so divine.
My senses were indulged,
My body overwhelmed,
Yet never again can I fathom...
The Drug that is my lost lover.

[Tuninks]

Soft velvet against my skin,
What once was so soft,
Now but poison to silk...
Black shed with red,
Blood that cannot be washed away.

(Trying the five line verse poetry for the first time. Comments please!)

[kiz_paws]

I liked the reassuring tones in Slip, and the lines
Hope... When you have hope you survive.
And with your survival, I will live on through you...were of particular beauty to me.

In Lover Lost I liked the added touch of dot dot dot in your phrases, kind of a breathless touch, I'd say. What a beautiful poem it was.

As for the five-line-verse, I know not much about, so I'll leave that one for our more prolific poets. All I know is that it said a lot in those five little lines, the opening line was beautiful, I loved it. :)

[Tuninks]

I found it difficult to write at first because I was trying to keep from blabbering on the five liner. I'm just glad I didn't over do it :)

[kiz_paws]

Cool that you are trying out different forms.... I'll have to make a stab at something different from my usual jazz...
Cheers,
Kiz

[Tuninks]

(Cheers bud, new five liner!->)

I gave it all,
To save you,
Every drop,
Just to see you breath.
It was worth every bit.

[Tuninks]

Dull.
Smooth.
No touch wishes for this.
No eyes will look up it.
Without smell or taste.
Dull.
As if overtaken with entropy.
Dull as if death itself took the life from it...
A dullness has taken me...

[kiz_paws]

Worth Every Bit was a worthy read in the five line allotment. And A Dullness made me think of the wooden sensation one feels in rejection. I liked it. :)

[Tuninks]

(Thanks kiz_paws!)

Watching me,
Their eyes are about me as if to stare at my very soul.

I thought they had left
I thought they were gone.
I thought wrong.

Once a day,
On the hour,
no matter that time...
They're eyes are watching.

Heed me!
Hear my voice!
They're eyes are watching!

Watching me,
Suffocating me as if to stare at my very soul...

[Tuninks]

I write my poems,
I write my stories,
It is all I can do,
To show the world this passion.

Yet what can I do,
When this disease takes me,
When it destroys me.
A disease that words cannot cure.

I feel as if I am rotting,
Deep down inside,
I feel as if I am dying,
A death no words can cure.

Why kill me in such a way?
Why destroy me from the inside?
Why give me this disease...
That words cannot cure?

[kiz_paws]

Tuninks, I think that the last line of Watching is missing a word? ('my' should precede 'very', no?)

I was intrigued by the words of this poem, someone feeling haunted by being continuously watched....

In That Words Cannot Cure, the title alone caught my eye. In reading the poem, I hear your plea, and hope that you will continue to pour your thoughts, emotions, questions, doubts -- all of it, in your literary work. You are a good writer, Tuninks! **salutes**

[Tuninks]

(Again, thank you kiz_paws!)

Wake,
Please stop crying,
Take my hand,
Let me help you.
Let me save you.

Open your eyes,
Oh beautiful one,
Show me those blue eyes,
Show me what I so long for.
Show me those beautiful gates.

Let go,
Do not fear,
I am here to help,
Here to show you a way out.
I am here to set you free.

Take my hand,
It will pull you from this grip,
This grip of life,
Let my hand set you free...
Let my hand set you free from this life.

[kiz_paws]

Wake is pretty and yet sad. I liked it a lot for its moral support theme... :)

[Tuninks]

My fingers hold this note,
My eyes graze the page,
My sickness grows within,
My heart dies.
Life goes on.

Everyone tells me so.

Yet I think back to that note.
Think back to those words.
That paper in my hand.
That ink for my eyes to read.
I cannot help but think.

What a wonderful death.

The symmetry of writ,
it was poetry to me,
Those words tore me apart.
A lawn mower couldn't have done as well.
Thus is why I say it.

What a wonderful thought.

This thought in my head,
It tells me what ifs.
What if you loved me?
What if you cared?
A dead heart should not wonder such things...

What a wonderful stupidity.

No,
This is not stupidity.
This is love.
This is emotion.
This is what people dream of!

What a wonderful...

[kiz_paws]

What a wonderful poem! ;)

The only thing I will say, Tuninks, if I may, is the use of the words lawn mower. These words kind of 'clunked' into an otherwise well worded poem and sort of spoiled the flow.... Maybe it is just me, but if I could suggest coming up with another phrase ...

Sorry if these words find you unhappy at me, but I wanted to be honest as to how it all sat.

Other than that, I really love this poem, its message, its musings, the flow ... :thumbs_up

[Tuninks]

Kiz_paws, it is a critique, not a flame. It is respectful advice that I will take to heart, not throw away with rage.

[Tuninks]

It's screaming,
It's hounding,
It's powerful,
It's pounding!
This pain in my head...
It just won't stop...

[Tuninks]

A bubble surrounds me,
like a looking glass into your world.
I see you toil,
deep in your trance.
So lost in such a flawed reality.

I look into your world,
my hand upon this glass.
My eyes watching for a subtle change,
My eyes watching...
All it takes is a breath,
one that will shatter this glass.

This bubble is my cage,
This bubble keeps me away,
When all I really want,
despite the many flaws...
Is a reality with you.

[Tuninks]

This is my last to you my dear,
words I wish could define this emotion for you,
the words do not exist.

I am lost in this sea of displacement and confusion.
My only option is...
No! Why must I teether to you?
Why must you...

Again I am lost,
Lost to you.
[Fault to you for it is why he suffers.]
It's all your fault...
To my beloved...
I love you...

[End Scene]

(I think I was having a little too much fun with the structure. Critiques are a must.)

[ReynardKitsune]

yours poems emphasize alot on meaning and i love it

[kiz_paws]

A bubble surrounds me,
like a looking glass into your world.
I see you toil,
deep in your trance.
So lost in such a flawed reality.

I look into your world,
my hand upon this glass.
My eyes watching for a subtle change,
My eyes watching...
All it takes is a breath,
one that will shatter this glass.

This bubble is my cage,
This bubble keeps me away,
When all I really want,
despite the many flaws...
Is a reality with you.This poem was exquisite -- beautifully said.... WOW! :thumbs_up

[Tuninks]

I am a Messenger,
My words will fall to deaf ears,
Yet still...
I am a Messenger.

My Word is to Humanity!

Let this truth of selflessness be heard!
Let it be spread!
Ascension is near,
All you need is the Eye.
Open your Eye,
Open that gate...

A Gate never meant to open.
Tread the grounds that God forbids,
My word is to Humanity!
Open that gate...

Ascend,
Become more then this...
Let not the devil within beg for more,
Instead let go of selfish thought.

Open that gate,
And become more...
A Gate never meant to open...
Ascension...

Let my word spread,
Tell every man,
woman,
child!

Shed the mortal coil as more than human,
Shed the mortal coil as a Messenger!
Shed the mortal coil...
And be free.

[Tuninks]

I want your fingers running through my hair,
I want your lips upon me,
I want your love.
All I need is time...

I want you to tell me,
I want you to show,
I want you to touch me,
I want you to know...

Yet you turn your back,
Yet you look away,
Yet you refuse to touch me,
Yet you refuse to say...

I want you to know...
I want you to see.
I want you!!!
But all I need...

Then you speak to me,
Then you look!
Then you smile and it brings me hope!
Then that is when you need me...

I help you,
I try so hard,
I give all I can,
Just to have you stay.

Then there is the next day...

I say hello,
You turn away,
You speak no more,
And for all I did...

All I want,
All I need,
Speaks no more,
Denies my very being!

All I want,
All I need...

Smiles,
Speaks,
Teases,
Only when it needs...

[Tuninks]

Whispers,
They were on my skin,
Through my hair,
Gentle to the touch.

I could hear them,
My feet on this grass,
My hands holding this paper,
A letter for you...

Cold,
The air filled my lungs,
Stinging with ice,
I shivered from this.

Yet I shivered not from the cold,
No,
I shiver because of you.
Because of...

Now I stare,
Eyes on the pitch black,
The greens, blues and yellows,
All pushed away...

My eyes,
They fill with tears,
As I look down upon you.
I drop you this letter...

It flutters,
Into the dark,
Into the abyss.
Onto polished wood it lands.

As it fell, the pages opened to reveal...

" My love undying, these words are meant for you,
I sing my songs,
I write my poetry,
I paint on this canvas...
Only for you.
You are my world!
You are all that is me.
Without you...
I am..."

The tears stained the ink,
smudged it,
blurred it...
Without you...

I am...

[Tuninks]

(I am experimenting with Nature Poetry now! Go me with expanding my views!)

To see this shimmer,
Colors blending in the sun,
Green, blue, red, yellow, purple.
All gathers within its swirl,
Within it’s peace.

The leaf that cradles it,
So strong, so tender,
Protecting the morning’s collection.
It masks the jewel it cradles.
Letting it mature.

So it seems,
That on this morning,
With the sun hovering low,
With the burning sky abound,
The wind presses forth.

It fumbles from the leaf,
Falling, rolling, spinning through the air,
And once it lands,
It shatters!
It is left in ruin…

Like a gem,
It is now nothing but shatter dreams,
Empty of the morning gaze,
Who could have known?
So much life, so much beauty…

Could be held in one small dew drop…

[kiz_paws]

Oh, I really liked that Dew Drop poem -- beautiful. :thumbs_up

[Tuninks]

(Thanks Kiz_paws!!)

When a story is told,
When a life is saved,
When a voice is heard.

When...

Somethings that I've never seen,
Somethings I have.
Somethings I can say are true...
But one thing...

When...

...Will my story be told?
...Will my life be saved?
...Will my voice be heard?

Never shall I ask these questions,
so selfish of me...
So wrong of me...

When...

... I promise to listen.
... I promise to see.
... I promise to be...

When...?

I promise...

[ReynardKitsune]

wow nice one

[Tuninks]

The grain,
passing and rolling,
tissle and tolling,
gentle on the skin of the passerby.

Oh how sweet such taps they make.
Scrapping and scratching,
tearing away.
Until there is nothing left...

But...

(spur of the moment kinda thing, forgive any spelling errors please)

[Tuninks]

Dear lover,

Please don't ball this up, please don't tear or burn this letter... This is for you. And to do such destructive things would only be a waste...

I miss you, its been so long since I've heard your voice... I wish to hear it once more. Call me, write me, just speak to me. Even if it were you to tell me you hate me. At least I would know my heart was truly broken. I am left in this mist because of you. But... But... I love you. You hear me? I LOVE YOU!!! My heart pours for you, every letter of the word is meant for you.

I cannot take this life any more, not without the sound of your voice, not without you... This is for you, my love, just for you...

I never told you this, but... Every story, every poem, every sentence, every word, every letter... Its all for you. I write till my fingers bleed from this, this blood on this page. Like red ink. Like red, of love for you. My suffering is the pleasure for my readers, they don't know it, but it is... At least you will know that its for you. It's all for you.

I love you... Be safe and know well I will come and save you one day...

-Your Lover Forever

[gemstoned]

My God, I like poetry, for the rythym, but it has rarely been touching to me, but all of those were! You talented devil! They made me want to know the stories behind them.

[Tuninks]

The full moon is high,
The stars shine for us,
Your fingers are warm against mine,
Your lips press to mine.

We lay in these covers,
Until the sun rises in the sky,
Yet when I wake in the morning,
Its a sunrise without you...

A dream?
No...
Not a dream...
A nightmare.

If I must suffer this,
If I must be so alone,
Then let me sleep forever,
So I may dream with you...

Forever.

[Tuninks]

I can see your point in this situation Smith, there is one problem though. You forget the moderate mindset. We as people have the right to choose our politicians based off their political and religious beliefs. Yes, in our time we have very strong opposing spectrums of political stature. Yet there will be a time when we will have a more undefined choice, an independent choice more reliant on the people than politics. I'm not saying the perfect politician will step into the line light and speak. No, the perfect politician is an impossible goal. Instead, feast your eyes on humanity and its many flaws. Now look upon yourself and compare your flaws to the rest of humanity. See what you should do to improve and become your own politician, the politician of your own life. Don't look at the world, look inwards for your own goals and morals. Don't look at the government for answers that you yourself are quite capable of answering. Don't look at society with disgust, look within yourself and find what is disgusted and ask what they did to deserve such loathing? You will find the answer is because they are human. And so are you. I may have branched away from my point, but you can still see what I speak of.

You seek non persecution, look inwards for the freedom of choice.

-Tunink

(A recent comment on a friends political journal. I believe that this is something we could all learn, even myself... Classified under Open Philosophical Poetry.)

[Tuninks]

To wish to be human,
So many stories built by this line.
To hope to become more,
That is to be human.
Yet when we strive so hard,
Do we not forget who we are?

A wish builds worlds,
Destroys those worlds,
Brings hope to people,
And crushes their very dreams.

So strong are these wishes,
That love can be made from them,
And if they come true,
That love can be returned for more.

Yet what of those wishes that do not come true?
What of those who dreamed of her?
When they do not succeed?
Do they not deserve the same as their fellow man?

He who wishes to be human,
Hopes to be human,
Dreams to be human,
Is not such a thing.
For wishes come true for man,
And I wish this were not so...

[Tuninks]

To change the world,
To reach as high up as the stars,
To sieze the heavens,
And have tears of God fall upon you.
The thought is defeating, but I must try!
To save the world...

To hold on tight,
To grip so hard,
To press so close,
Only lovers know this closeness.
The thought is defeating, but I must try!
To love you so...

To think such thoughts,
To say such words,
To write such poetry,
To tell such stories.
The thought is meaningless, but I must try!
It was all yours...

To change the world.
To reach for the stars.
To sieze the heavens.
I shall think no more of such things.
For you say such thoughts are childish...
I shall think no more...

-----

What should a man say when he is told love is never involved? Never changing? Always defeated? Never to sustain itself in our world today? A man who makes his life love should never be told such a thing, for it makes him think such crazy thoughts as, "I shall make the world see love, no matter what."

Is it wrong for such a man to think so?

[amanda_isabel]

hey Tuninks! :)

You've got a lot of poetry here and I will read them by and by but I would like to comment, for now, on your last poem, The Thought.

I particularly loved:

"To hold on tight,
To grip so hard,
To press so close,
Only lovers know this closeness."

The poem was okay but I think the ending

"I shall think no more of such things.
For you say such thoughts are childish...
I shall think no more..."

spoils it a bit, maybe you can end the stanza without outrightly saying "you say such thoughts are childish"? I liked the slow-flowing release of your stream of ideas and was hoping to see that in the finale. Otherwise, all things considered, I enjoyed reading it :)

I'll have to get back to reaading your other poems in a little while :D

[Tuninks]

(Amanda, I will revise the poem to make a more favorable ending, you are right in that the poem is a bit forth right. Thank you for the critique!)

White snow that touches skin so soft, a child could laugh at this.
A laugh of a child, which inspires the tears of the mother.
The tears of the mother, brings a smile to father’s lips.
Family, together, playing, loving, enjoying…
Life is simple, it always will be.
So let us play as children,
Bring tears to our mothers,
Bring smiles to our fathers,
And let life be simple again…

[Tuninks]

Inspire the world,
All to let us know…
We are family, you and I.
You are my brother, and I shall love you so.
You are my sister, and I shall protect you so.
We are family,
And I write this to let you know.
I love you…

[Tuninks]

Like cherry,
Or strawberry,
Or berries like blue,
I seek such sweet lips to kiss.
An angel's lips,
Sweet as fruit,
Sweet like strawberries,
So I may remember the flavor forever.

[Tuninks]

When I am born,
The warmth lights your face,
You smile then, oh such a smile.
I enjoy seeing such things.
So I dance for you,
Warm you,
Light you.

Yet what of when I die?
When I fade and you are left to the cold?
Left to the dark,
The dark that grips you,
Holds you down,
Defiles you,
Rends you.

Yet what of next light?
Now that you are left with nothing,
Raped and torn...
Yet I cry for you,
Tears washing over you,
Cleansing you,
Purifying you.

No longer holding that smile...
I will protect you,
Keeping away such demons,
The dark shall stay away,
Till death I will.
I promise.
I swear.

I love you, till death, till I am born again,
Forever.

[Tuninks]

If a man can touch,
If a man can see,
If a man can hear,
If a man can smell,
If a man can taste,
Can he not also live?

The senses chained,
Lost in shackles.
He can no longer be free.
No longer can be.
He can no longer live.

Sense.
Breath.
Be...
Man.

(An attempt at a new style.)

[Tuninks]

Do you see this?
See what I am doing?
See what I am writing?
See the words?
See the letters?
See the pixels?
See the lights?
See the poem?
See my truths?
See my lies?
See my life?
See my death?
See my tears?
See my smile?
See my eyes?
See me?

Then see this...

[Tuninks]

I often wonder,
About so many things.

Life,
Love,
Memories,
Burdens,
Death.

Who are we to question such things?
As ants we are but insignificant tokens,
Our words mere whispers.
Our songs mere calls.
Our thoughts mere ticks.
Tick. Tick. Tick!
Who can answer them all?

God?
Angels?
Priests?
Demons?
The Devil himself?

My question of philosophy is this...
Can we not answer them ourselves?

(A philosophical poem begging you to think, can we answer our own questions?)

[kiz_paws]

Do you see this?
See what I am doing?
See what I am writing?
See the words?
See the letters?
See the pixels?
See the lights?
See the poem?
See my truths?
See my lies?
See my life?
See my death?
See my tears?
See my smile?
See my eyes?
See me?

Then see this...I like this new style; and this particular poem hit a chord with me. :thumbs_up

[Tuninks]

Listen, hear this melody.
Know that these words are true,
That they are for you.

Smile, laugh, do not fear.
There is so much time,
So much draws near.

Heed, know what I am to say.
For this is my warning,
You are about to lose all that you hold dear.

No, little one.
Do not cry.
Do not weep...
Do not fret.
Do not flee.

For it is Rapture you should fear,
Not me...

[Tuninks]

Each key pressed, each chime that echoes.
All but sweet methodical memories.
Reminders of a past long lost.
This cord, this string, this note.
Reminders of you, my dear.

[Tuninks]

Lustful,
Her smile teased at the thought.
Was that why she looked at me so?
Did she know? She smiled as if she did.

Seductive,
Her lips were warm upon my ear.
Was that how she convinced me?
Did she know? She pressed closer as if she did.

Kind,
Her whispers were as such,
Was that how she got me to her room?
Did she know? Her hands told me the rest...

(Been a while hasn't it? Good to see the same people still appreciating the art)

[Tuninks]

I found myself blushing today,
I don't know why...

It wasn't because of that look,
No, that wasn't it.

It wasn't because of that thought,
No, that wasn't it either.

Can someone please tell me?
Why I blushed today?

Was it because...
Of work?
Of school?
Of anger?
Of rage?
Of despair?
Of love?
Of her?

Was it because of her?
I would like to think so...

I found the reason why I blushed today.
It was because of her.

[Tuninks]

And let loose the collar,
He did, the Master.

Yet freed was not the wolf by the Master,
No, the wolf set itself free.

With teeth and claws it mangled and tore.
Flesh and meat and bone till the snow was red.
The wolf set itself free,
And with a full belly it ran into the forest.

Free.

[Tuninks]

I've laid in these sheets, staring at the ceiling. Do you know how many times I have thought about you?

Too many times to count.

Pathetic, I know, but you taint my mind, drowning me with a false hope.
To hope for such things is foolish. To hope for such things is a fool's love.
I wish to give up on it, love. Do you know how many times I have thought about giving up on it, love?

Too many times to count.

Pathetic, I know, but love is so strong! So potent!
To feel this way... It makes me human!
I wish the world to feel this pain, and know that in the end love does exist.
It has to exist. It must exist... For why would this pain be real if love was not?
Do you know how many times I have thought about the existence of love?

Too many times to count.

In the end, said a friend of mine, it does not exist.
Love is a false sense of purpose for all men and women to feel so procreation can take place.
Says the man with a wife and three children!
I spit on that man's shoes now, the fool does not see the veil hiding his eyes from his wife's heart.
Do you know how many times that fool has told his wife "I love you?"

Of course you don't...

I want to see it in her eyes, the impossible.
I want to know its there, with a smile and a warm hand to guide me through it all.
A man said once, "Only fools and masochists believe in love, for such a painful thing need not be so real for us mortals."
I say I shall be a fool and suffer for eternity at the thought that it might be there...

[Tuninks]

Mirror, Mirror...
I see myself sink.

Sinking,
Into this darkness.
Slowly losing my mind.

Staring at myself,
I see no one else,
Not a soul,
All alone.

I still wish you were here...
Keeping me warm.
Keeping me safe.

No,
You shall not have a monster.

And I shall have only this Hell waiting for me.

[Tuninks]

Is it wrong for a man to love his country?
To fight and protect its people?
For his Family?
For his children?
For his love?

He sacrifices his rights for them, to protect, to serve-
The citizens of freedom.
He sacrifices his time, moments, hours, days-
With his wife and child.
He sacrificed his life, giving his all-
So I could write these words without fear.

I saw a man spit on his coffin today.
He called him a fool. He called him an idiot,
dying for his country like that. Going off and dying like that...
The man did not cry, for he was not sad. Nor did he mourn.
No, this man shared rage with the fallen soldier. Kicking the dirt on polished oak.

I hear words of hate, anger, betrayal and disgust pour from his mouth.
As if he has the right to judge. As if he has the right to mock the grave.
He called him a fool. He called him an idiot,
dying for his country like that. Going off and dying like that...

Is it wrong to be a patriot?
Is it wrong to love your country?
Is it wrong to die for it?
Is it?

[Tuninks]

A man in a white suit visited me today,
I accepted his greeting and offered a hospitable seat.
He smiled of course, bowing his head, taking his seat
on the floor next to me. He offered a name, a card,
And a genuine smile.

The Devil could not have put on a better show.

I asked why he came, why he visited my humble abode.
His answer was not, silence disturbed the air of my room as white as his suit.
With eyes of blue he looked upon me, a smile hid the weakening heart.
With his hand he slipped me a piece of paper. Was I to read it? Yes,
It seems so.

The Devil could not have written a better contract.

I smiled, a laughed, I cackled with glee at the jumbled words on the paper
he handed me!
"Oh, the irony! Oh, the irony!" I cried as hysteria set in.
Only how words can set in such a fit, you would not believe the power
Within this writ.

The Devil could not have sewn better chaos.

He calmed me, with words soothed by hope.
He touched the cloth of my johns and could not help but offer a smile. Hope set to me, allowing my ears to listen and my eyes to see. His words were kind, his words were warm, despite the meaning of them all.

The Devil could not have had this silver tongue.

I bet you are curious at what he had to say? I bet you wonder and ponder and think. The man in the white suit said...

[Tuninks]

Ask me
Did you hear?
Ask me
Did you know?
Ask me
Did you care?
Ask me
Nothing

How deep does it go?
How much must he try?
How close does it get?

Ask me
Did it hurt?
Ask me
Did it lie?
Ask me
Did it listen?
Ask me
Did it die?
Ask me
Please

Ha! Are you curious?
Ha! Did you
Ask me?

[Tuninks]

I've discovered something today.
I doubted,
I thought,
I questioned,
If I were human today.

Yet I saw a woman slap her child.
I saw a man beat his wife.
I saw a child cry, neglected.
I saw a student not care.
I saw inhumanity.

I discovered I love someone.
I discovered I can cry.
I discovered I can sing.
I discovered I am happy.

I discovered I am human.

[Tuninks]

I saw a man cradle his child today.
He loved that kid, I could tell.
It was his son and that is what mattered.

He is a father.

I watched a young couple kiss today.
They loved each other, I could tell.
They would be together forever and that is what mattered.

They are in love.

I played chess with an old man today.
His hands were wrinkled with memories and stories.
He lived his life to it’s fullest and that is what mattered.

He grew to a ripe old age.

Up until three days ago,
I could have been that father.
I could have been that lover.
I could have been that old man.

I could have been anything.

Up until three days ago,
I thought I would help make life,
Nurture it and call it son, or daughter.

My child would have been so beautiful in my eyes.

Up until three days ago,
I thought I would get married,
Love a woman and share a lifetime with her.

My love would be hers till we both lay in our deathbeds.

Up until three days ago,
I thought I would grow old,
I would have had so many stories to tell, so many memories.

It’s amazing what can change how we look at things.

Whether it’s a child,
A wife,
A lifetime…

[Tuninks]

It has been too long,
You know, since we last
spoke.

In this long span of silence,
I have thought about a lot of
things.

How I've wanted to tell you.
How I'm tired of keeping
secrets.

Smile for me, please...

Just this once.

Tell me you need me.

Just this once.

Give me a reason to hold on.

Just this once.

In this long span of silence,
I have thought about a lot of
things.

And for just this once,
I would like to tell you the
Truth.

I...

[Tuninks]

It was how she caressed his skin, How she
smiled as she looked upon him. The dimmed
lights within the hospital room were not as
overbearing as they were during the day.

The moon's light traced its rays across him,
one in particular caught my eye as a tear
shimmered in the beautiful gaze of Luna's
eye. On this night, I paid a visit to a lover.

She shivered, "I loved him you know? Even
now I cannot help it, but give my all to him."

If only I could touch her, hold her, tell her
that everything was going to be okay. Then
something rare happened, I saw what she
saw with him.

I saw the sun rises and the sunsets.
I saw the smiles and the tears.

I heard the laughter and the cries.
I heard the talks and the arguments.

I smelled the lavender and the sweat.
I smelled the baby powder and the diapers.

I shared an experience of memories,
Their memories of life,
Their memories filled with love.

My eyes traced the silhouette of her fingers,
which led to her hand that rested upon his.
I could hear her sob as the air grew cold,
and in my presence she spoke.

"We lived a wonderful life together. I was
always afraid of this day," she said as if she
knew I were there, "I've never been prepared."

She laughed at this as her free hand moved
to her cheeks to allow her to wipe away the
tears. Her laugh was followed by a wave of
sorrow and she began to sob again.

"I just wanted more memories,
I want him to tell me that he doesn't
want to lose his chance with me.
And I want him to fight for me
like he did when he first told me
he loved me..."

She could stand no longer as she let the
floor brace her knees. She let go of her will
to dam the tears. Within this moment of
weakness though, she never let go of her
husband's hand.

"I just want him to know that I love him..."

And in that moment, I myself struggled
to take this man from her. They could have
twenty more years of memories and love.
They could love each other and watch their
grand children grow to adults.

She could tell him that she loved him,
without me standing over her shoulder...

[Tuninks]

I have a story for you.
It does not have good guys or bad.
It does not have heroes, damsels, or sidekicks.
It does not have love, hope, justice, or victory.
It does not have sex, drugs, whores, politicians or cops.

It just has you.

You sit staring at this screen.
Staring at each word and letter.
Reading the colors, pixels and images.
Curious at what point I have to make.
When you should ask yourself...

Why would he distract me?

Oh, don't worry.
I'm not in your living room.
I'm not in your closet.
I'm not in your bed room.
I'm not at your door.
I'm not at your window.
I'm not at your computer.

So why would I distract you?

Do you feel that?
The prickle down your spine.
The hairs standing up on the back of your neck?
The presence behind you?

I would distract you because...

I lied.
I'm in your living room.
I'm in your closet.
I'm in your bed room.
I've unlocked your door.
I've opened your window.
I'm not at your computer...
No.

I'm right behind you.

[Tuninks]

Scratch
Scratch
Scraaaaaaaatch.

Like nails on a chalkboard.
Every morning.
Evening
And night.

Scratching till I hear only
the sound.

Of those nails on a chalkboard.

Then it stops.
I relax.
I breath.

For only a second.
Then it begins again.

I swear.
Sometimes it is enough to drive a man...

[qimissung]

That could drive a man mad!

[Tuninks]

(Haven't posted here in such a long time, thought I would post up some new works. Enjoy.)

Hey.

It's been too long, but I'm here now.
Give me a moment.

Please...

I just want to tell you something.
Something that I wish I had said before.
Will you listen?

Please...

It will only take a moment.
I know that you have given me many.
I have squandered and misused that time.
But now I want to take advantage of this one last moment.

Please...

I only wish to tell you that I...

[Tuninks]

Running.
My feet are pounding upon the cement.
I can barely catch my breath as I go from average guy to Olympic Athlete.
I never knew I could jump over the hood of a car…

You would be amazed at what you can do when you run away in…

I look over my shoulder.
Others are running too.
They are trying to keep up.
They fail miserably.

I am the fastest Gazelle, and the Lions feast well on the rest of my herd…

I don't stop.
Running that is.
I just refuse to stop.

That is what I do now. That is who I am, for I am…

... Then I wake up.

[Tuninks]

Today...

Today is a special day.
Today is the day I smiled.
Today is the day I thought of you.
Today is the four hundred and sixty-eighth day after I left.
Today is the day I was hurt.
Today is the day I cried.
Today is the day I lost you.

Today is the day I...

[Tuninks]

May I ask a favor?
I have asked for little in the past...
Please,
To have this would have me smile.

Would you tell me I have done good?
Would that be too much to ask?
Have I pleased you?
Have I helped?

Tell me you...
... are grateful.
... are happy.
... need me.
... love me.
... will not leave me alone.
... will miss me when I am gone.

Would that be too much to ask?

[lallison]

I just loved this the first time I read it. Can't thank you enough for posting it. It's a very, very thought-provoking work. Superb, cool, and sensational. I really liked it. I could totally relate--you captured the idea of it beautifully. Superb. No joke, absolutely fabulous. Very, very poignant. Thanks!

[dafydd manton]

May I ask a favor?
I have asked for little in the past...
Please,
To have this would have me smile.

Would you tell me I have done good?
Would that be too much to ask?
Have I pleased you?
Have I helped?

Tell me you...
... are grateful.
... are happy.
... need me.
... love me.
... will not leave me alone.
... will miss me when I am gone.

Would that be too much to ask?

Just read your last six, and enjoyed them all immensely
I am grateful
I am happy
........and the rest.......???

Thanks!