Personal opening

[Thomkins]

My precious ache

As I look into your eyes
I can find a hundred stars
So warm, so mild
Under calm hide your wild

I walk alone the streets
Stare through the hills
Inside I could roar
While snow keeps fall

You can’t be beside me
Now I’m on my knees
I can’t face an other day
If you won’t get in my way

Until my final last breath
I wait for my pain’s death
Like a precious ache
You froze a smile in my face

2007

For memory

Call your name, means nothing
Fly away with burning wings
Echoes throuh the naked night
Crushed me like a holy smite

Your presence fuels me with hate
Hate against the higher one, Faith
Hate against me, not enough kind
You turned away from my mind

You’re still here, I can feel inside
But nothing more stands besides
Nothing more, I coud ever call
Remain a memory once and for all

Fifth line graven deep into the wall
In the prison of nowhere to fall
Written into the wall of my cage
This scar won’t heal with age

You were my only chance to live
You called me out from my hid
Touched my soul, among dispair
Breath life to my frozen never-land

Read these words as long as you can
’Cause they’re memory for our end
Last memory from me, you can keep
Last memory that you can ever read

2008

Apology

Would you mind if I hurt you?
Would you mind if I pass through?
Will you cry for me?
Will you die with me?

How could you leave me?
How dare you abandon me?
Why did you even go?
I miss you so!

I didn’t mean to hurt you!
I felt just I have to go.
Never fall a tear!
Desert your fear!

Couldn’t apologize in time.
Forgiveness can’t be mine.
Hope you hear me.
Bastard, laugh at me!

I am far away, in a better place.
Please remember my face.
Keep in your mind,
What was flying like!

If only I could tell the truth,
If only I could feel the ruth,
I could tell her,
How glad we were.

Wish I could see her again.
I am right here, halfly I can.
Wish I could confess.
Every word I witness.

2009

I humbly await your bombardment...
Thomkins

[Delta40]

These poems took my breath away! I especially love the first! I didn't realise how my inner voice picked up the desperation with each poem! Beautiful.

[Maryd.]

Truly a profession of love. Well done.

[PrinceMyshkin]

There's a lot of strong emotion in these and powerful images but I felt they were undermined somewhat by your determination to make things rhyme. I sensed that you were straining to rhyme as much as you could, resulting at times in lines that were not quite idiomatic or where the rhymes over-mastered the thought..

[Thomkins]

Thanx for your comments everyone. I'm realy glad that you liked them. For Prince Myshkin you may be right, I'm truly a perfectionist :)