Some Old Thoughts and Poems

Senses of EmotionsAromas of your cologne off of a dried rose hanging from my bedroom wall;I smell you.Wondering whispers of a recent past echoing through out my thoughts;I hear you.Soft kisses from a re-born sun caressing every inch of my newly warmed skin;I feel you.Cool crisp water emerging from the peak of a natural spring;I taste you.An angel forming from deep within the clouds, reaching out with reassuring tones;I see you.Rejoicing butterfly sensations bursting from the depths of my soul;I sense you.Baby blue tears quickly flooding the ink etched into this page;I miss you.Sorrowful feelings of emptiness and heartache caused by the absence of your presence;I love you.   Nothing is Surprising but YOULast week A unicorn walked up to me, seized my dripping treat right out of my hand then disappeared into the hustle of people passing through oblivion…This not surprising but your worded response is. Stolen spotlight for lack of occurrence like a fairy tale told untrue, not a soul on earth could believe it was you.Yesterday evening I challenged probability and kissed a frog. It turned into yet another average man. He wore no crown, bared no charm and reflected the very essence of your actions.This not surprising but your worded response is. Stolen spotlight for lack of occurrence like a fairy tale told untrue, not a soul on earth could believe it was you.This morning I woke atop of a cloud immersed in its warmth by the sun I, free of care, slowly drifted back to earth and back to sleep. I was flying.This not surprising but your worded response is. Stolen spotlight for lack of occurrence like a fairy tale told untrue, not a soul on earth could believe it was you.Today, alongside the phone, I actually witnessed a heart break.I heard it crack. I saw it fall. I felt the debris of what was left and tasted its salty cause.This not surprising but your worded response is. Stolen spotlight for lack of occurrence like a fairy tale told untrue, not a soul on earth could believe it was you.  But that is all…You are the pianist’s fingers,the crystal goblet and the aged wine.You are the million dollar smileand the epitome of polished.You are the expensive suit andthe penny-pinchers foe. However, you are notthe skip in my step on a morning’s jog orthe tune that I sing in my evening shower.You are certainly not the color filling my cheeks.And there is no way you are the sparkle in my eyes.It is possible that you arethe lover, but only of my sexual aspirationsand perhaps even the flavor of the week, butyou are not even close to beingthe knight in my dreams.I hope that you understand that you are neitherthe annoyance beneath my skin northe bastard who embezzles the last laugh.To me, you are just a one night stand.I want you to remember, this facelooking down on youfrom my worldly pedestal and I want youto realize too late, that I am and will always bethe one that got away.I amthe one thing you’ll always regret not fighting for.I will remain within your guthaunting your guilt-stricken soul.And I want you to know that…I am, free of youand from this day onwill fail to recognize your faceas having any meaning to me what so ever.But don’t worry, I am not the pianists fingers.You are still the pianists fingers.You will always be the pianists fingers,Not to mention the crystal goblet and, somehow, the aged wine.But, that is all you’ll ever be. Mr. Wrong!He looks at me with puppy eyesbut I can't return the gaze.He'll take my hand and hold it tightas I think "its just a phase".He touches my face with tendernessand yet I shy away,then draws me near to hold me close;how I wish he wouldn't stay.He buys me things, opens doors andalthough right, his words don't barethe mouth through which I wish they came,from him I just don't care.His compliments are sour wordsto my ears they just don't sing.He tries so hard to make me stay,but with him its just a fling.My game is rough; I pick and chooseand for this my wait is long.Oh blessed the day when Mr. Rightreplaces Mr. Wrong.  Beautiful and Talented AlikeOh how I longed to be them: Them?Any of them; all beautiful and talented alike,gifted beyond my comprehension formy voice was still so young and feeble,my body so awkward and gangling, for I was abudding girl, not like most girls, but rather like young boys withmy over-active metabolism andun-proportioned feet, the addition of acrooked smile full of metal and rubber,almost made my pictures insufferable to compare toThem: Any of them;all beautiful and talented alike;shinning through the screenflawless of imperfections andconfident in the ways they walk, talk,sing as if they know thatI, with the rest of the musical fans arefixated on them and are not to be concerned by whatmight be real so that Idisregard, for just that split second that Iam not like them: Any of them.My frail voice could not nail that note for which he, theone and only lingers on as ifhe too is fixated, leaving me with onlya dream that I could one day sing theinfectious note that will holdMy one and only long enough forme to show him my innerbeauty that, he may not know but,will surely love so thatI can finally be the one to beenvious of, confident in my ways bothbeautiful and talented alike. Thank You EllaI would like to take this opportunity to thank you for you.Thank you for your gallantry and ambitions to overcome your minority label.Thank you for your inimitable voice that opened so many doors for like people of the next generations to walk through.Thank you for not dancing that night you were to give your first performance and thank you for embracing your, what you thought to be, derivative talent.Thank you for staying resilient when times were so unmerited.Thank you for teaming up for dissimilar sounds; those sounds are what ignited my own individual sound.Thank you for leaving such a distinct print in the sand that it has become a landmark in history.Thank you for displaying true passion.Thank you for waking me up in the morning and keeping me company while I cook.Thank you for calming my nerves and soothing my hurt.Thank you from me.Thank you from music.Thank you from history and future alike.Thank you for you.