The Other Side

From the other side I watch through a window I’m forced to stare,

Mouth agape I feel as though I am riddled in despair—tonight,

The words never leave me, happiness is a beast that roams free

And I am caged with my eyes held open, to the best of days—

The yesterdays—that will always be incomplete.

The dreams that once were—the dreams that were once

Buried deep—reappear at the worst of times; my dreams

Surface when I think I’ve found the moments I’ve

Been searching for since I was old enough to speak.

From the other side the world is grey, the sun never rises

As the clouds stay plastered in their lifelong homes—

From this side I am tortured with the optimism and

Innate pessimism that battle deep within me—the flickers

Of hope which are so delicate, they disappear likes a

Candle’s light—oh—how we speak silently, the words

That I always thought were right but never uttered—

From the other side I pace the floor unable to think,

Tearing at my hair and starting at an open window,

Waiting for the answer to appear to me on the fragile

Wings of a broken bird—Cruel fate with a twisted grin,

Cruel fate which must know ever malcontent wish

And tests me as such, midst the tears and shame.

The lust and fire that is systemic from vanity

Forces me to stare through an open window, 

Wishing I had the strength to shut out the light.

     Dannyetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Last Night

I wrote this for you last night—just for you,

With words that are supposed to describe

The way that I feel in my heart.

My heart beats—some nights it beats slow,

But every night it beats for you.

I started to write in hopes of describing myself,

Letting you inside my mind to see who I am—

I hoped there would be magic in my words,

To make you fall in love or at the very least

To understand the way I felt last night.

I wrote by a dim light, a pen scribbling,

Each word that left my hand was for you—

Designed like a lock and key to fit your eyes.

Fragments of my soul spilt against the page,

Built out of a desire to touch your heart.

Last night I stayed up late, wondering

If you would ever understand

Why my words were spilt by night.

I began to conjure images of taking your hand

And dancing to songs that played on the radio,

All the while knowing that you are clueless

Of the words that were just for you.

      DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Born to Dream

What am I supposed to do on nights

Where I dream circumstances that will never be?

Hidden desires and passions camouflaged

So plainly they stand within your view.

Dreams so vivid, I awake questioning

What is real and what is make-believe—

I awake wondering where you are,

And why my heart is pounding still—

The world passes silently, carefree;

I’m stuck in a moment that will never be real,

Hearing voices that surely will not exist.

I’m lost deep within the chambers of my mind,

Holding a moment with you, I will never live.

      DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

The Sun And Moon

When I open my eyes the walls will split in two,

Thoughts spent—wasted—trying to unite the sun and moon.

I can’t recall when I first saw daylight,

But the moon—oh the moon—so beautiful,

I can’t help but stare in awe, so far above me.

The sun, not to be outdone, shines so brightly

But why must she always be so far away?

I’m positive I couldn’t live without either’s glory,

A dim day, filled with unrenowned sorrow

Or a night so dark I lose my thoughts.

When will they share the sky?

      DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com