[Doubler]

For those interested I'll continue this thread. It's here now

First another of my last writings, to clarify the first and possibly explain why I haven't really written for a while.

Broken

The light lands on paper,
* touching some crude, black lines,
* * glittering in my pen.
A face shows in the cold flash of reflection,
* I do not recognise it, perhaps I never can.

Am I that writer then?
Some words are empty, most are true,
* yet they remain but words,
* * and none succeed to describe you.
Never can I describe you with paper, ink and pen.

And so I end up cutting that what before seemed most important,
* now making little more then sense, outright,
* * something cold and rational,
* * * in darkness lit by an electric light,
* * * * and thus the result is entirely inconsistent.

If only I could make paper understand,
* tell it of my deep desire.
But with paper one cannot truly converse,
* and it does not even offer true comfort in times dire,
* * as much as this broken heart it can never mend.

And an entirely different one I hope you'll understand.

Solace of this dreamer

There are people so alike
* The winds,
they appear fleeting and unreal.
And of these people,
* fleeting and unreal,
* * some posses the power
to make us feel;
* they’re there.

There are people akin to
* the flickering flame,
striking fear and awe into the heart.
And some of these people,
* evoking fear and awe,
* * grow ever greater,
since I saw
* they’re there.

And a few people are as
* a careful song,
blessing you with both laugh and tear.
And a few of these people,
* making you laugh and cry,
* * can be with you,
making you sigh:
* ‘they’re there.’

And when you see,
* and when you feel,
* * and when they’re willing to share;
sighing for the dream,
and finally you know,
* she’s here.

Cheers people
-Doubler