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This page is a collection of poetry that I have put together. It includes some original pieces, as well as some classics. Each poem is special to me. Some represent milestones in my life, while others have touched my heart.

It Has Been A While     The Rose     Rapture     Funeral Blues     Untitled4
Confused     Muted Voices




It Has Been A While
~Kristin Stark

It has been a while since we last talked.
It has been but a few short hours,
Though it feels like the longest of years.
We talked deep into the long night,
Of life and death,
Of those loved and those lost,
Of our hopes and our dreams.
I sit here now with my eyes closed,
And I remember the sound of your tranquil voice.

It has been a while since we last kissed.
Your tender lips upon mine,
Your hot breath in my ear.
Fast and passionate,
Hard and yearning,
Or slow and gentle,
Soft and yielding.
I lose myself in your honeyed lips,
Time is a distant element, borne of another universe.

It has been a while since I last gazed into your deep eyes,
Your earnest and soulful eyes.
They glint of mischief in moments of folly,
They show the wheels of your mind turning as you sit, lost in thought.
They are the portal to your soul, so often half-hidden behind a door,
Opened to me only for the briefest of moments.
Your eyes are so revealing that what you say is truly heard.
They confer more than you may ever fully realize.
They express your care, your softness, your kindness, your passion.

It has been far too long that I have felt a hunger inside.
The hunger was an emptiness, all consuming.
But the hunger subsided when you entered into my existence.
It was replaced by a sense of fulfillment and rightness.
The piece of the puzzle that is my life, which had been missing for so long, has     fallen into place.
And for this I owe you my deepest gratitude,
For this is a most precious gift.
I feel as if I have finally been awakened from a deep slumber,
And am now ready to learn to fly. 

It Has Been A While     The Rose     Rapture     Funeral Blues     Untitled 4
     Confused     Muted Voices 





The Rose
Artist: Bette Midler
Words & Lyrics by: Amanda McBroom
Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, and you it's only seed.

It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dyin', that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes The Rose.

It Has Been A While     The Rose     Rapture     Funeral Blues     Untitled 4     Confused     Muted Voices 




Rapture
~Kristin Stark

You hold me in rapture.

Your eyes so alluring,
Your lips so tantalizing,
Your voice so serene.
I cannot tear myself away, nor do I want to.

You hold me in rapture.
Your touch steals my breath.
Your kiss stills my mind,
Your memory sends chills through my body.
I cannot tear myself away, nor do I want to.

You hold me in rapture.
My thoughts wander to you often,
They follow my heart,
I feel closer to you,
you are with me in spirit.
I cannot tear myself away, nor do I want to.

It Has Been A While     The Rose     Rapture     Funeral Blues     Untitled 4     Confused     Muted Voices 





Funeral Blues
By W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffeled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message "He Is Dead".
Put crepe bows 'round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East, my West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantel the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

It Has Been A While     The Rose     Rapture     Funeral Blues     Untitled 4     Confused     Muted Voices 





Untitled4
ByBrad

All my life I've struggled

All my life I've wondered what I was living for
Mabey it's that I never had friends
Or that I always wished I did
But is seems now that I do I never want to let go.
All the while you know in your mind
Friends won't always be with you
But you push that thought away
Hoping that time will stand still
For you want to be with your friends
Forever.
You pray each night that they will never leave you
And yet they do.
If only you told that person how much they really meant to you
Then mabey it would have been easier to let go
No more can you be there to listen
No more can they be there to listen to you
You ask over and over
Why does such enjoyment come to an end?
Thinking of this helps you to realize who your friends are.
If they're your friends
They will be there for you
If they're your friends
They will value your friendship as you do
If they're your friends
Let them know that they are friends because of who they are
If they're your friends
You will know, you will always know.

It Has Been A While     The Rose     Rapture     Funeral Blues     Untitled 4     Confused     Muted Voices 





Confused
Author Unknown

Though I have watched the sunset at the end of a confusing day,
I still cannot respond to the questions
that are perplexing the annals of my mind.
As simple as these inquiries may be,
the answers may be upsetting,
the responses complex,
the results unknown...
I have yet to overcome the feelings of dispair,
for the feelings of one will forever
become haunting by my responses...
Is one's happiness always determined
by another one's unhappiness?
Is one's bliss always measured
by another one's disenchantment?
If the truth sets one free,
why does it hurt?
And if a lie spares someone's feelings'
why does it feel so good?
Like a river flowing downstream to nowhere,
so is the unceartainty of my heart...
Like the crevices of a canyon, so is the depth of my thoughts...
Like the wind always changing directions,
so is the impetuousness of my actions...
Like a mother cuddling her young,
so is the ceartainty of my love...
Yet I am atill confused...

It Has Been A While     The Rose     Rapture     Funeral Blues     Untitled 4     Confused     Muted Voices 





Muted Voices 
~Kristin Stark

I can hear the muted voices
Carried softly by dark winds.
Whispering gently to lonely prisoners
Within my mind.
Sometimes they scream in a rage
That cannot be heard,
Despite ferverent rantings.
Then I am consumed again
From the inner windings of
A mindless mind-maze.
I can hear my subtle whimpers,
Pleas of mercy, that I will not grant.

It Has Been A While     The Rose     Rapture     Funeral Blues     Untitled 4     Confused     Muted Voices 





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