Waiting

This is me, falling again
No, jumping off of security
Straight into the unknown.
This is me, knowing better
But knowledge can’t hold it’s own
Against something so irrational.
This is me, wanting again
Against all hope
Hoping this time it’s different.
This is me, giving in
Putting my all into this
No longer holding back.
This is me, wanting only you.

Anthony C, "No More Waiting"

Direction

We’re all just pieces in this,
Put together to make something we contribute to
But can’t understand completely
It’s up to us to play our part without question
But I’m stuck here wondering why.
I’m waiting for the breakdown
Of the significance of my existence
But I’m asking the wrong questions
Or maybe just the wrong people
Looking for the answers to a question I don’t know
But at least a part of me has found some peace
Among the pieces without direction.

Anthony C, "Direction"

Instantaneous

One of the things that bothers me most about people is their lack of confidence in themselves. We fail to believe in our abilities (and I'm included in this) and we come up short from what we try to accomplish. A undying faith in ourselves would cause us to achieve our dreams, but we come so close to what we want just to lose it because we are wrapped up in the belief that we will fail. We fail because we believe we will. This poem is about that lack of self confidence.

You were everything to me for just an instant
A fading memory now, but one I don’t want to disappear.
Maybe for an instant you did care,
Or you thought of us in some small way.
I don’t care if it was for a night
Or for an eternity, just a little bit.
Foolish of me to think that I need this now
But I’m past the delusional point of thinking
That you’re above me,
That I can’t reach you.
But I indulged too much,
Greedily consuming the future
Without even paying attention to the present.
You passed me by in an instant,
Too fast for me to catch.
It was only an instant
But I missed,
And I can never let that go.

Anthony C, "A Snap of The Fingers"

All it takes is one snap of your fingers, and the moment's gone, never to return.

(I promise I'll post something not as depressing soon, the past several have been pretty sad.)

Burn This City

Extra points for the person who figures out where the title for this post is from.

It’s nothing more than an instant, that’s all it took
For you to show me what I was missing.
That instant was more than a decade
I completely changed over that time.
One glance, one shot, one look
These moments are worth remembering
Every other form of beauty is a façade
Not seeing you before was a crime.
The instant you walked through the door shook
Me up completely, nothing else is worth having
Your natural beauty can’t be created or made
You’ve ruined my reality, nothing is fine.
For taking that from me, you’re a crook.
Thanks for everything
I didn’t know I was going to get played
Honestly, it’s fine, I really don’t mind.

Anthony C, "How Else to Say You’re Beautiful?"

Honestly, it's just a matter of time before you get it...

Lips of an Angel

Has there ever been one girl you just could never stop thinking about, despite distance and time wearing away your memory the memories just don't fade and you can't let her go? Even if you never got far with the girl, or even told her how you felt, it's just like...unfinished business, something you can't forget. Your mind just flashes to those memories, and you feel an aching peace that never fades, and the only way you know of to get it to go away is to fill in the gaps in memory and make new memories with the girl. You lie awake at night hoping that one day, she'll return and you'll sweep her off her feet, and you two will finally fill in the gaps. This is about one of those girls.

How can someone feel the same after three years
Memories of days spent in a field
Lying in the grass next to you
Not saying one word, not feeling out of place
We watched everyone else from afar,
Cupid’s Chokehold already grasping my neck
Taking away the air from my lungs
I sat there watching the sky through my tinted sunglasses
They hid my eyes from stealing glances at you
Maybe at one point, you felt the same way
Three years ago, maybe you felt the way I still feel today.
Did you move on? Will these words reach you someday?
I doubt you’ll ever read this,
I doubt I’ll ever be that close to you again
But three years is worth the wait,
I’d wait for those lips forever.

Anthony C, "Three"

She comes back to you, after three years. You're left standing there, awestruck that your dreams are right in front of you, tangible, clear. You stand there, trying to find the words you've saved for three years, but you've misplaced them. In those moments you're left standing there, she's waiting to hear you speak, but nothing comes out, all your words are gone. She walks away, and you're left standing there with nothing but the haze, your chance gone. You return home, lay in your bed, and think of what you'll say to her the next time you see her.

Too Long

All I can say is that it's been too long. I haven't posted anything in almost a year, and I was wondering if I'd ever be able to write anything ever again. I feel like my poetry is actually good now and that I can write someting again. No idea why I stopped writing, and no idea why I came back to it, but it helps me channel my thoughts into something finer than a jumble of emotions and fleeting images. Plus, I like it a lot. Course I do, I wrote it...anyway, now that I've got some more time to think, I've got more time to write. Here it is, after a long time gone (though short but sweet).

You make me linger
Just watching you smile
For all the strength I have
I can’t compete with that.

I’m still standing here
But I’m unaware why
I know I’m waiting on you
To realize what I’m not saying
At least not with my words
It’s what I want to hear from you.
I’m always listening for it.

Anthony C, "Listening"