well ello there just call me izioy =]
i love writing poetry and they come to me like explosions and i'll post as many as i can so enjoy =]

That Lad

That was it, you know?
The look that boy had about him. All of him was beautiful.
No, it wasn’t all about the looks to be frank.
It was the inside that he emitted.
The light would reach me when I merely stood beside him.
It would warm me.
No matter the chill and freeze of the morning’s breeze.

I wanted to rest just a while,
He’d take deep breaths each seemed in sync with each of my heartbeats.
It reached me every time. That light had never seemed to fade
But, so regrettably, I just turned away from him at times.
I need to stand stronger; this way I can hold him closer.
I want to burn within that light that melted my frozen fingertips.
I want my blood to rush, to run, to speed on through each vein under my skin.

It was that voice you know?
The voice that never ended
Always ringing within the walls of my memory
The voice that mixed a melody of cadences in every syllable
It was what I loved you know?

I loved the voice that could wrap my heart around in words.
I loved the talks that let me in a little more every bit at a time.
I loved the very smile that raised my heart beyond the sky
I loved the passions in music that invoked the nature of his culture

That was it though.
I loved all of him.
Did he love any of me?
In his warmth I lie
But it’s my chill that he stays by.
Is it a chill he wants?

reborn

for some reason each morning as i wake
the world seems so different so new
it changes each day, to be truthful
it does, life begins and life ends each day
in total balance switching one to another
not in routine but in some weird fate to be made
it's still amazing to me how each
moment keeps passing, its not a moment you can get back no
because no moment is
but every moment you truly should live, enjoy every breath
every blink that you take because
as it keeps passing this world becomes
different and new, every moment makes
me feel new as though i'll
always endlessly be reborn again

In Memory Of Peter w. Hom

( he was my brother/bestfriend )

Scream!
*will you hear me?
close my eyes!
*Will you see me?
if i lay there will i stop seeing?
*Will you stop knowing?
if my heart stops
*Will you still be scared?
if i cant breathe anymore?
*will your mind begin to panic?
if i'm scared NOW?
*will you stay scared?
if i tried to draw you?
*will you go somewhere else?
if i wrote you?
*will you begin to find me?
if i made fear?
*will you become a monster?
if i create hope?
*will you be an angel?
if i cant do anything?
*will you disappear?
helpless
*will you do something?
helpless
*will everything be broken?
helpless
*will i move on without you?
helpless
*will you always be there ?
forever
*i'll rest with you then
forever!

i've returned

YAYYYYY ! i finally got my computer back up and running =]
allll mine too so i'll be posting as much as i possibly could fit and strain from my mind =]

Sometimes in our life
our skies have fallen
the tears have slid down our faces
sometimes in our life
our skies have lifted
our tears have dried
and our lips have touched
sometimes in our life
our eyes have remained closed
our hearts dormant
and our voices silent
sometimes in our life
our eyes are always open
our hearts feel and crave
and our voices lift and sing
and though all these times in our lives
all of these things mean we've lived whether happy or sad
and at a last moment
our hearts unite and love
for this is all we can do
and live as we may
we will always end
in
Love

something

its driving me insane
watching the days just pass
making my life seem a nothing
keeping me in the closed off gate
time just keeps passing
too slow
too fast
sometimes not moving
every moment i could spend
thinking dreaming of something
of something with you
of something so close
of something so far
just out of reach it feels
to have you not by my side
i need your perfect smooth hands
your soft silver chuckle
your most adoring smile
and the facsination of having you
of having every moment
i spend lost trying to find you
now replaced by
the moments spent being found
and by you
that something
that something
its you