Saturday, October 26, 2013

Come What May I Said

Deserts are trouble when you crave the sea
and I am trouble if you're craving me
I am spending my pennies on stones I won't keep
to offer as gifts to the ones in the trees
and I say
"Come what may"
and come it will
over and under until
I shall face
a new day
where my life has gone still
reaching the top of my hill

Forests are trouble if you need a stream
and I am trouble if you don't want a dream
I am sewing my seeds for a garden of sheep
to count until I find sleep and relief
and I say
"Come what may"
and come it will
over and under until
I shall face
a new day
where my life has gone still
reaching the top of my hill

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

10/23/13

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"I Said"

I know I said that this would last
that nothing would ever make this pass
but now I see I cannot keep
promises when I am weak
I know I said that this would be real
and never falter from what I feel
but I just learned I cannot keep
a promise when you make me weak
Sorry won't fix it; no bandaid to heal
I said what I said and I thought it was real
but what I said I had said I didn't understand
my promises would not turn out as planned

10/16/13

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Autumn Flight

Autumn leaves are falling
in the windy breeze
in spirals they are blowing
a masterpiece in leaves
the colors are russet and gold
brown, yellow and red
striking, beautiful and bold
to land upon your head
to fall upon the ground
and dance across your sight
a soft and quiet sound
is their yearly autumn flight


By Elizabeth Azpurua

Monday, October 14, 2013

Love? Or Just another lonely night?

I bet you've tried a time or two
put yourself out there
let go of being scared
Thought you'd seen the light
found the one you need
now you could succeed
and then it all went wrong
 
I bet you cried a time or two
wishing for the way
that people keep promising
Thought it'd turn out right
that you found what you need
and you wouldn't beg and plead
but, damn it turns out wrong
 
Will it always rain when you're wanting sunshine?
Does it hurt to say you're tired of saying "I'm fine"
Tell me do you know the way to love that feels right
or is it always going to be just another lonely night?
 
I've tried a time or two
and then tried not to care
see how well I've fared?
Thought I'd find the light
and learn what I do need
like I could succeed
when I'm always wrong
 
I have cried a time or two
wishing for the day
tired of promising
that I'll be alright
when all I need
was hope to intercede
but I was so wrong
 
Will it always rain when you're wanting sunshine?
Does it hurt to say you're tired of saying "I'm fine"
Tell me do you know the way to love that feels right
or is it always going to be just another lonely night?
I've learned to love the rain without the sunshine
Learned to perfect the art of saying "I'm fine"
Maybe I'll never learn a love that feels right
Just writing songs on another lonely night
 
Damn it, and tell me why it seems
that all of our dreams
come after sleepless nights
where we don't know?
Damn it, tell me why love seems
to combat all our dreams
unraveling out nights
in all that we don't know?
 
Will it always rain when you need sunshine?
Will it always hurt to tell them you're fine
Is there a way to find love that feels right
or just a way to another lonely night?
Oh, I don't know
I don't know
 
By: Elizabeth Azpurua


Tuesday, October 8, 2013

It's All About Blue Eyes Here

"Twinkling Blue"

You give that wicked grin
and eyes a twinkling blue
I know you're thinking things
involving me and you
I want to stay and listen
to your laughter here
Capturing your happiness
caught inside your cheer

10/8/13

By: Elizabeth Azpurua



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"Eyes of Blue"

sometimes I reach out to shadows when reaching in dreams
to catch you while lucid; moments unraveling their seams
they're fleeting and dodge me until I awake
to torments of daylight and moments of fake
I just want to see you
and your eyes of blue

9/30/13

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"Your Blue Eyes Meet My Brown"

I'm trying to think of a poem
to explain the way sometimes
I feel you're apart of me
but there aren't words fluid enough
to express the notion that
you and I are of the same cloth
your blue eyes meet my brown
the way the mountains reach
up towards the sky
I don't know words poetic enough for this

9/27/13

All By Elizabeth Azpurua

Monday, October 7, 2013

All Your Lies

I know you're hiding things from me,
but see, I know not why
I see a building secret has formed
there behind your eye
Your avoidance tells more than you know
and more than you can tell
Your silent sneaking around lately
does not sit with me so well
I wish I was worth honesty from you
when I've never worn a mask
Yet it seems I'm not worth the effort
or honest answers when I ask
You duck and dodge and hide
loathe to face my seeking eyes
Somehow hoping if you keep it up
I won't uncover all your lies

By Elizabeth Azpurua

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Not Alone

We're all backed into corners, clothes caught on nails
in loose floor boards, strength failed, sick with ails
There are shadows beneath us and dark figures ahead
Words spent in music that clatters inside our head
We're trying to find someone whose demons can play
well with our own so we can all come as we may
into the sunlight, full sight, nothing to hide
no need to lock doors, build walls; confide
and tell them the truth, tell them the past, the pain
let their dark moments dance with our own in rain
but we're sitting in corners with our knees in our chests
baring our scars to the room like they are our crests
saying "this is war, whose side are you on?"
telling the shadows like they haven't won
Loads of moments, troubles, high - dirty hair falling out
you scraped the bottom, your faith swallowed in doubt
We're all seeking for someone who has demons like our own
who can pull out the weeds from our gardens overgrown
and tear down our walls and unlock our doors; set free
with full sunlight, truth blaring, a moment we can be
ourselves - free, able to stand and face the day knowing
someone like us is out facing the day, too, showing
we're not alone.