The wandering soul

As I wander the earth like a soul released from its body. I see the faces of pain and anguish on everybody. People have their stories to tell, how badly live treated them. And how and what it's like to go through hell. We have but mere stories and experiences of our past. That's what makes life endless and vast. Some use a mask to cover their scars, other seek sympathy near and far. I seek and dream of what i cannot attain. Love so special that it drives me insane. I can't fathom the feeling as I did when I was a young lad, I saw her grow up with beauty and an angelic face that puppy love, it drove me mad. I would feel the goosebumps which I could not hide. Alas!! Those feelings have indeed died. I would hold her face in the palm of my hand as I kiss her forehead and bid her goodbye. I'd hold every tear which I made her cry. She'd hold on tight to me as we'd lay down to sleep. I'd sing her a song and have her head on my chest to keep. Madness was an understatement as we'd act like idiots for all to see. Now I have an empty house without thee. Lonely nights grow cold and weary. Thinking about her always made me teary. Scary was the thought of letting her go. I never knew reality to be to cruel without any remorse for me to be shown. The promises I made I kept all but one, the I'll be there forever is a sentence under the sun. Distant is her presence and closest is her memories. Now I'm a threat and she see me as an enemy. Kindness befalls as most people are deprived of it. So for all the people who have love and a relationship to cherish, treasure it least you perish.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

A poem for the broken soul

He sits around and watches the world pass by. He contemplated every moment of his life. He swallows his pride now, and he didn't back then. He thinks of her memories and eats him up from within. Love is beautiful and yet cruel as he sees.  She loves another and is happy as can be, a child in her arms of someone new. Something they talked about and reality they never knew. Watching the stars in his arms from a window by the bed at night, was her favourite pastimes as just flew. She'd watch him sleep yet he'd admire her beauty so elegant and deep. He knew when to close his eyes as quickly as she could peek. He'd wake up every morning to admire her beauty and angelic face. He'd push aisde her brown and kiss her forehead with a warm embrace. She always chose to be loved and yet wanted to be free. He was immature as could be, alcohol was his friend, and she his weakness. She searched to replace him for all his meekness. She found what she did seek, the price was heavier than they could bear. Out of the window he does but stare. Not at the stars, he ponders would she be doing the same. Awake are his emotions of love, till he remembers she doesn't bear his last name. He kills those emotions and moves ahead. He lays down to feel the coldness of his empty bed. He has a shatter heart with her memories in his head. Red is the colour of his blood which pours through his veins on slit wrists. He never thought love would have as such a twist. Missed is her presence and happiness for her is his best wish. The years they were together were eight yet the memories countless and foretold. Tis but a poem for the broken soul.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks