Poetry on Caleb's Personal Writings

Dear Friend

Sat, 31 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Dear Friend

A poem I wrote long ago.

Dear friend, the pain right now
Is too much to bear.
Dear friend, the waves are
Crashing in harder, faster.
Dear friend, I’m not sure
How much longer I can hold on.
Dear friend, right now I
Need an outlet to go to.
Dear friend, I need a light
To shine at the end of the tunnel.
Dear friend, what I need is
Someone I can talk to.
Dear friend, someone who is
Willing to just sit and listen.
Dear friend, someone who actually
Cares with no judgement.
Dear friend, someone who won’t
Abandon ship in an instant.
And that, my dear friend, is
The one, the only, You.

Gifts

Sat, 31 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Gifts

A poem I wrote long ago.

Can I create a masterpiece, a work of art that
Inspires and provokes those who see it?
Can I write a pieces that lifts the soul,
Or brings to light new knowledge, or creates new feelings?
Can I play music that defines a generation,
That transcends time and space through its beauty?
Can I speak with a voice that is powerful, moving,
To stir up a person, a nation, a movement?
No, one of these gifts have I been given,
No, I have but one gift to bestow upon the earth.
My heart is full of love, ready to be poured
Out, to transform the broken and defeated.
But alas, no one is there to receive it! So
My love sits, unused, useless, rotting holes in
My heart until it all flows out, and I’m
Left empty, broken, defeated.

Grace

Sat, 31 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Grace

A poem I wrote long ago.

A man travels down an empty road,
Less traveled or not, he does not know.
He seeks to find what he once lost,
Or never owned, time ever a foe.

He walks in silence, mist swirling,
Looking back and forth for a shine.
He stops to check, nothing, again,
He moves on, missing the sign.

Deep in thought, he ponders all
Mistakes that brought him here.
He knows where he went wrong,
But not how to make it clear.

Isolation

Sat, 31 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Isolation

A poem I wrote long ago.

Loneliness, so familiar is that
Numbing pain, almost a comfort.
But you push on, knowing you
Have escaped a pain far greater.

For an icy heart may be plunged into
The fires of passion to be restored.
But when loves takes bits of the heart,
Its gone; utterly, magnificently, destroyed.

Life

Sat, 31 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Life

A poem I wrote long ago.

Isn’t it funny, how
Inspiration wells, how
Thoughts come and then go, how
Desires rise, fall, oh how.

Isn’t it funny, when
We can sink so low, when
Depression traps us, when
We fall into depths, oh when.

Isn’t it funny, what
Causes this sadness, what
Leads to happiness, what
Changes inside us, oh what.

Isn’t it funny, how
Life leads us to this, when
All now falls apart, what
Will you choose to do, now go!

The Dawn

Sat, 31 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000

The Dawn

A poem I wrote long ago.

People always say that things get better
But I prefer a different quote: It’s always
Darkest before the dawn. Because in life,
Things can get really bad, and you can feel
Like you’re in the darkest pit that exists.
Life isn’t always fair, and sometimes all you
Can do is stop, and stare. But this abyss doesn’t
Have to be the end of your story. All you have to
Do is pull the blade from your wrist, stop, and think.
Think to when you experienced true, uninhibited joy,
Think to that time when happiness seemed to radiate.
Now think, is that feeling worth giving up? Is that despair
So great that you can never experience that again? No, and
So you must fight the good fight, press onto victory, for when
You arrive there, your reward shall be more than you know.

The Heart

Sat, 31 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000

The Heart

A poem I wrote long ago

A vessel, full of hope, joy, love, compassion
Now is utterly decimated and blackened.
This passionate object, a person of its own,
Only to be crushed and bruised yet again.
This brave warrior fights and fights, not knowing
That if fights a losing battle to reality.
It sees the greatest desires a person knows
But lacks the means to make them truths.
For one that can teach so much good,
It fails to see how the world truly works.
It leads us to fantasies unknown, to
Believe we can achieve if only we have faith.
It never delivers though, the dreams fade
Like a flame, a chasing after the wind.

The Tide

Sat, 31 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000

The Tide

A poem I wrote long ago.

The tide rolls in once again,
Returning all that I hoped to forget.
As the tides washes over my feet,
The memories begin to resurface.
Your face is imprinted once again,
Its beauty still radiant after the years.
The way your hair plays with the wind,
The way your eyes sparkle with the sand,
How your smile glistens like the water,
The faintest impressions upon your cheeks,
It all comes rolling in, and I can’t help but smile
And remember all those times on the beach.
We barely met, you were so absorbed in your diary,
Me in the newest novel of my collection. I started talking,
Getting short responses as you tried to resume writing.
I somehow coerced you into drinks that night, and we sat
On that deck overlooking the moonlit beach for hours upon
Hours, until dusk began to rise and we said our goodbyes.
We ran into each other again at the store, and I knew then
We would be together for a lifetime, even if you didn’t.
We had another long night of talk, ending in our first kiss.
It’s been years since that summer on the beach, but the
Memories seem like they were yesterday. And as the tide
Rolls in once again, so do you, beautiful as ever, and we resume
Our lives, once again complete, as the water washes over our feet.

Time

Sat, 31 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Time

A poem I wrote long ago.

Churning, changing, grinding, crushing,
The passage of time moves ever on.
It never ceases, never alters,
Yielding for nothing, no one.

It brings good, evil, happiness, sadness,
Light, dark, joy, rage, elation, anger.
Time cares not for the plight of Man,
For her cares mean nothing to them.

Time has many friends, old and new,
Those who aid her and those who lose.
There is one, Death, older than the rest,
Who gathers all and gives his final test.