Forgotten Innocence
Posted by Barry Hurd in Author's Favorites, Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant, Spiritual
When my soul falls asleep
I falter
My world seems so quiet
as if I forgot
the rose colored flowers
the feeling of rain on my face
I yearn to find something I do not have
to discover my love of things
so small
yet so defining for who I am,
hoping to find a miracle so sweet
to remind me of what I lost
Yet I do not remember,
but I wonder
and my soul yearns for more
Searching for a moment
a brief, sudden, enlightening second
that will tell me
my innocence is not gone
Thinking of Everything
Posted by Barry Hurd in Author's Favorites, Coffee - Volume One, Creative Writing, Daily thoughts, Spiritual
I thought I would do some creative writing and take a few moments from my past and write down some of my thoughts on them. I’m trying to convey a little feeling to how I felt. Convey a little bit about how I see things that probably don’t communicate to people when I am there in person. I guess I’m quiet that way. I think on the inside and feel it.
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Thinking of you
She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at me. I thought to myself how odd it was that I would never see her again. I barely even knew her name yet I felt something between us. Maybe I was just being crazy. That’s what I told myself as I fumbled for my keys in my pocket. As I grasped the handle to my car door a gull flew overhead. My mind was so serene right then and there I could hear the flapping of it’s wings against the wind. I could hear my thoughts and nothing else. The children playing in the field didn’t exist for me. The cars driving by on the road were forgotten figments of my imagination. Yet I felt warm inside and smiled to myself as I sat down behind the wheel. I felt at peace with who I was.
Quiet Angst
I saw it so clearly. The curl of the lips as they slowly but surely lost the happiness they expressed. Eyes deadened from the lit jewels they were into pools of heartfelt tears never being shed. The shoulders went down and forward as the expression to be exposed faded from mind. A peaceful breathing quietly paused and was replaced by a tone of silence that felt so controlled. An entire stance told me that something within had changed.
Never quiet
I sat there with my lips pressed against one another. So many ideas swirling above the table as cups of hot coffee became cool. Puffs of laughter erupted from nearby bodies like the odd scent of the cigarettes wavering over the conversation. I could hear the breathing of people I loved nearby when I closed my eyes. I believe that they could only imagine seeing me as I stirred the sugar within my cup. That perhaps they could see the smile I had shared with so many people quietly obscuring the feelings I had inside.
Peaceful slumber
So quiet. I watched my friends as the chorus of breathing paused and changed. None of them were awake. The laughter in the room was long gone. It was simply replaced with the fading rhythm of life and peace. I thought to myself as I watched the quiet continue. The position they were in. The expressions of their bodies changing as they dreamed of places that were not here.
Cry
I couldn’t help but wonder. I couldn’t help but cut at myself inside. I was watching tears form and roll down as if they were raindrops falling from an angel. A face that I had previously seen with a smile now broken by this sadness and anger that became so physical. My hand wanted to reach out and touch those tears and brush them away but the pain from which they wept was hidden and protected so deeply. I tried to feel them. My heart tried to wrap itself around the pain. It tried so desperately to embrace the injury so painful to witness.
Good-bye
Nothing could have ever prepared me for this moment. A few days was not enough. I wanted more. I wanted to breathe life and share it. I wanted to express my thoughts with every moment. They would never understand that from this moment, every second I had would in some way be shared with them. They would hold a place in my life even when I was alone. A few memories from today would guide my path as I learned to live life again. I could only hope that each door that opened in my future would give me a chance to once again meet them and say hello.
A shower
Posted by Barry Hurd in Author's Favorites, Creative Writing, Daily thoughts
My hand raised slowly and my fingertips caressed the glass between us. I could see the blurred motion of her body as she played with her hair behind the fogged window. The warm droplets of water splashed against my back and they felt like her lips against my skin when I closed my eyes. She said something, but the water devoured her voice and I comically smiled over the door like a playful child. Without saying anything she knew I loved her, but as I fell back behind the door I said it anyways. She smiled.
Watching her smile was the best part of my day. Seeing the dimples on her face told me that I had done something geniunely good.
A reflection of everything
Posted by Barry Hurd in Author's Favorites, Daily thoughts, Dedicated Poems, Love
She had amazing beauty
grace, perfection, and a quiet heart
Her lips were subtle
often unmoving
but capable of a most remarkable smile
Her hands were slight
with rounded fingertips
that somehow touched my soul
Her voice was was intoxicating
a friendly reminder
of simply hearing a pleasing hope
Her eyes were consuming
a gaze so enveloping
that I lost myself within them
Her heart was inspiring
somewhere it held me tightly
so wonderous that someone could love me
and I the mirror
so hopeful, always meeting her gaze
simply wanted her to never leave
Star Gazing
Posted by Barry Hurd in Author's Favorites, Coffee - Volume Two, Love
When you look to the night sky
Do you see everything to be?
Are you gazing at heaven
wondering passionately about me?
Do you lose yourself between the stars
trying to find where you are?
Can you discover the light I am
as I dance for you so slowly amongst my friends?
Will you ever reach for something so far
knowing someones loves you for who you are?
Will anyone ever love me like that?
Posted by Barry Hurd in Author's Favorites, Coffee - Volume Two, Creative Writing, Daily thoughts, Love, Romantic
Will anyone ever love me like that?
An autobiography of love
It was dark. There was a cool and soft breeze that was making my back shiver. She asked “what do you think about love?” and I paused, not knowing how to voice my deepest belief. To me love was the most important thing in life; it was life.
I took a deep breath and gazed into her eyes, it was hard to say what love was when I was looking at it right in front of me. She was so beautiful, so alluring, even in the shadows of such a dark room her presence made everything seem so bright.
When my lips moved I wanted to kiss her, but instead my voice came forth almost uncontrollably. Something wanted her to know what I thought of love, of admiration, and the simple belief I had in knowing someone was beyond special.
Love is faith. Love is finding someone who completes you. It is about finding someone who has faults and finding them to be perfect. It is about telling them they are not part of your life, but they define your life. Love is about holding someone and forgiving them, love is about risking everything you are and accepting it will hurt. It is about telling them you love them with every action and every breath. Love is about meaning it every time you say it. It is about saying “I love you” when they can’t hear your voice. It is about believing in the thought and feeling after the end of everyday. It is about saying it so quietly to yourself after an argument, a cup of coffee, a kiss, a night alone, or a peaceful conversation between you. It is about having faith you love someone and learning to trust your heart.
She turned slightly as I finished with the last of my breath. Her face was gazing up as if looking at the stars through the roof above us. She was silent. I laid my head against her chest and realized the sound of a broken heart as I heard her pull back her tears. I asked her- “What was wrong with what I said?”
She couldn’t speak. Tears rolled off her face and as each drop fell it seemed like a moment frozen in time. My heart screamed inside.
I wanted to say three simple words to her, but she didn’t know. She couldn’t fathom how sincere my feelings were, she couldn’t dare say what she needed or what she wanted. I don’t even know if she could accept the words so painfully trapped within my heart. Her eyes were sparkling in the light and I was terrified of a feeling I had never accepted before. I was yearning to comfort her pain, the sadness I saw in her eyes, and calm the trembling in her body.
I begged her to tell me. Slowly time seemed so unreal as the two of us lay together and the only sound I could hear was a broken heart. I wanted so desperately to help her, the despair I felt in her became my own. I urged her to say it. I urged her to say what wounded her so deeply it left her breathless.
She cried for the better part of an hour. I cried with her, as I felt so deeply for her. My hand took hers and I held her closely, hoping that somehow the pain I was witnessing could be only mine. I never wanted to see her cry again.
With one moment of faith- she took a deep breath. Her lips moved and a feint voice asked me a question that would define her fear, the source of her pain, sadness and despair-
“Will anyone ever love me like that?”
Without a moments hesitation and with a happiness only she could bring, I replied-
“I love you. I love you like that.”
My friend
Posted by Barry Hurd in Author's Favorites, Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Friendship
Simply stubborn
even bull-headed
a person born to fight
and sometimes misunderstand
My friend
was crazy
even a little insane
a person shown to be strong
and sometimes even wrong
My friend
was priceless
even when I was rich beyond compare
a person I would never choose to be without
My friend
You’re smile gave me my best times
You’re laugh turned my worse into a comedy
and when everything else had run it’s course
you were exactly what I needed
Solving the Puzzle
Posted by Barry Hurd in Author's Favorites, Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Inquisitive, Romantic
This world
was so crazy
so incredibly chaotic
So perfectly insane
and whimsically wrong
It felt like a jigsaw
cut up and designed by design
to be a puzzle with missing pieces
Until I found you
Coincidence & Coffee
Posted by Barry Hurd in Author's Favorites, Coffee, Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Dedicated Poems, Friendship, Regret, Romantic
I wasn’t thinking
of anything
Listening to the music
trying to live
just a little crazy
Life was asking me for coffee
it was the only thing that I seem to love
And there you were
smiling, being you
I couldn’t remember the thought
what I wanted
or needed
I just waved hello
then faded away
A brief crazy second
something that was supposed to happen
But for you
I was gone
Disbelief
Posted by Barry Hurd in Author's Favorites, Coffee - Volume One, Love, Mystery
Finding real beauty of outright simplicity and incomparable features
Of charming flaws and details which can never go unnoticed
Possessing subtle variations that are by themselves memorable
Viewing simply makes you wonder if this is a figment of desire
Chance occurrence that beauty such as this exist defies imagination
It warms your soul and inspires you to gently caress it in disbelief
Touching lets you know this isn’t a dream but is indeed extraordinary
The vibrant sensation you feel is your heart breaking the denial it exist
Hearing that such beauty has a voice enlightens your senses
You tell yourself such remarkable qualities do not happen in reality
Everything you know to be true says that you are dreaming
Yet somehow this is unmistakingly real and effortlessly tangible
This transcendent dream is standing in front of you in essence
You are simply touching something that shouldn’t exist