Just some thoughts. Stored here for eternity.

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Hope Kills

11:22 PM Posted by Fonzie No comments
It's the hope that kills.

Hope, that in the morning
As you wake up all dreamy
A ray of sunlight will glint
in your eyes and it will click.
Like Magic.

Sunshine will travel through
your thoughts like a tide
and touch that dark room
in which I reside.
All ball and chains.

The warmth will melt all
my chains and set me free.
I will rise and course through
your veins, you'll see.
A new me.

Alas, I know it's just a dream.
For that room doesn't exist.
The dream is mine, not yours
The ball and chains are mine,
not yours.

But, it's the hope that kills.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

The Fall

10:05 PM Posted by Fonzie No comments
The problem with the fall?
It ends. Splat!
Broken. Pieces everywhere.
Down! Squat!
Pick them all.
One by one.

They're all in my hand.
Together! Again!
Do you have a band?
I need to splice these
Pieces of my heart
One by one.

Everybody is looking.
Hide! Smile!
Gonna be okay in a while.
She won't notice
Years will go by
One by one.

What kind of love is this?
Unspoken! Unrequited!
Smells of rotten flesh.
The wounds fester.
The pieces fall.
One by one.

Monday, May 2, 2016

In Trouble

9:05 PM Posted by Fonzie 1 comment
Here in Dublin with all its sights to see
The streets, the bars, the music
And all I wanted was to be with you
I knew I was in trouble

When the cold wind made you shudder
And all I wanted to hold you close to me
To give you all my warmth
I knew I was in trouble

When the girls of Dublin passed us by
And I couldn't help but think that the
Most beautiful one is right by my side
I knew I was in trouble

When you left for the airport that day
I wanted to tell you how I feel
Instead, here I am, alone in my room
And I know, I am in trouble

Sunday, May 1, 2016

Smitten

11:28 PM Posted by Fonzie No comments
When I close my eyes and try to think
Dublin passes me by in a blink

But these few things I'll never forget
Memories etched in my mind's net

How your face lit up
when you heard the bagpipes.

How your eyes tried to take in
the bright Galway sky.

How your body moved and swayed,
to the sweet notes of the guitar,
that the buskers played.

How you hummed with laughter,
at the smallest of things,
so effortlessly.

How the wind made your hair fly,
You didn't need to straighten them up
You looked beautiful that way.

How you walked without a care,
as if the world had a beautiful score,
that only you could hear.

These are the things I'll remember
even if everything else fades away.

And another thing, before I forget,
I think I am smitten with you,
if that wasn't clear enough yet.