Time Turner

I need a time turner
An hourglass in a golden dial
that turns, and turns,   and turns
and resets time for awhile.

Take me back two weeks
So I can schedule what I need
Take me back
So that I can breathe.

So many things
so much to lose
Can't you take me back
so that I might see the cues?

Void Of White

a blank page
lines are drawn
lines to make letters
letters for words
a slow process of pulling
a thought from my head
to write on this page.
Anything I want
Anything I can imagine.
So here it goes
Here goes everything
Everything I’ve got
Nothing left out
Not a thought
or a feeling
not bled onto the page
The blank page is red
deep and dark
soaking wet.
The words drip off
like an over-filled sponge.
No, it’s not blank anymore
Not empty. 

Not a void 

of white.

Why does it feel as if I've been broken up with when there was no relationship to start with?

I lack the words to describe how I feel. And I lack the drive to find out the words that fit the definition I require, because as soon as I find those words it makes everything that much more real.

Music

Notes tick the time away.
Every two and a half minutes
are marked by the end
and a beginning

My head bobs up and down
to an invisible beat
only audible to my ears.

I find myself
mouthing the words
I dare not sing them aloud
in such a public space.

A smile spreads across my face
and slowly
an hour of waiting
becomes minutes of dreaming
and what once was forever
is simply a moment in time.

Logic or Love

Two halves of me are warring.

One with logic and good intent.

The other with feeling and a heart.

One bends all reality 

in an attempt to prevent

heartache and hurt.

The other speaks from

the tip of the tongue

nothing censured

and without care for possible pain.

One wages battle

against all that I know of you.

The other will never give up

or back down

or cease to care

for you.

One waves a bloody banner

claiming death unto the enemy.

"Kill thine own heart"

They shout.

The other waves a banner of peace

Doves upon a white sheet.

"Love thyself and he"

They call out.

The bloody battle rages on

Each side claiming to be right.

Slowly one half begins to wane.

Its prowess cannot match

The other's beating heart.

One strikes the fatal blow

One side dies a mangled mess.

If the heart beats the logic,

logic might be spared.

But if logic doth prevail,

the heart shall be no more.

Barren

You took my heart
So well I thought I guarded it,
So well I thought I hid it.
But you snuck past my sentinels
Slipped by my sight,
Found A map that led
way beyond the fray.

Never had I thought
That I would see this day.

You had no permission.
You never asked for my heart.
      nor my hand or head.
You just took what you wanted
     not that I could care.
After all you stole my heart.

But did you have to leave me barren?