tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33339522668479469142011-07-07T22:52:45.735-07:00Charlie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12560380308174013961noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333952266847946914.post-26441529540937906202010-07-04T14:50:00.001-07:002010-07-04T14:50:44.933-07:00the hardest part to write<br />is the end of the story<br />the beginning and the end<br />they have no glory<br /><br />everybody wants to know<br />the end of the story<br />without ever knowing<br />what came before it<br /><br />the hardest place to get<br />is the end of the story<br />no one has the patience<br />the middle they find to boring<br /><br />its all the things<br />from beginning to end<br />if i knew now<br />what i knew then<br />its all the things<br />from beginning to end<br />that i want from you<br />like i did then<br /><br />the hardest part to write<br />is the end of the story<br />but i never want it to end<br />because i adore thy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3333952266847946914-2644152954093790620?l=oldsoulpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Charlie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12560380308174013961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333952266847946914.post-77066875970345078102010-07-03T09:05:00.002-07:002010-07-03T09:06:25.908-07:00I'm still<br />Collapsing<br />Under<br />This weight<br /><br />Never<br />Relaxing<br />That's<br />The state<br /><br />Constantly<br />Troubled<br />Yet dreaming <br />Of great<br /><br />I wish<br />I'd awaken<br />From this <br />Broken state<br /><br />Constantly<br />Awoken<br />Heart<br />Still broken<br />Hope in<br />It turns <br />Out great<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3333952266847946914-7706687597034507810?l=oldsoulpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Charlie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12560380308174013961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333952266847946914.post-33280830336194243602010-07-03T09:05:00.001-07:002010-07-03T09:05:44.373-07:00Mistaken<br />Shaking<br />My heart<br />Breaking<br /><br />My cuts<br />Bleeding<br />Never<br />Believing<br /><br />Mind<br />Exploding<br />from<br />never knowing<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3333952266847946914-3328083033619424360?l=oldsoulpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Charlie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12560380308174013961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333952266847946914.post-16244546488414017712010-07-03T09:04:00.000-07:002010-07-03T09:05:17.093-07:00i'm a feather<br />still shaken<br />still desperately<br />awaken<br /><br />i'm a feather<br />still floating<br />painful heart<br />never knowing<br /><br />i'm a feather<br />once loose<br />still dying<br />from the truth<br /><br />i'm a feather<br />just falling<br />crying heart<br />needing your calling<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3333952266847946914-1624454648841401771?l=oldsoulpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Charlie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12560380308174013961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333952266847946914.post-60539425597441093522010-07-01T11:24:00.000-07:002010-07-01T11:25:07.827-07:00Sometimes you want more<br />right now maybe i want less<br />sometimes you open a door<br />sometimes you can't deal with the mess<br /><br />time maybe on your side<br />but then again it might be your enemy<br />time only stands still when you die<br />and now time is the death of me<br /><br />time keeps my moments<br />dying constantly inside<br />time heals all wounds?<br />maybe that is just a lie<br /><br />when seconds feel like hours<br />and pain is impossible to deny<br />time wilts my soul like flowers<br />and waves to me good<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3333952266847946914-6053942559744109352?l=oldsoulpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Charlie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12560380308174013961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333952266847946914.post-34006679155314411642010-07-01T10:37:00.001-07:002010-07-01T10:37:26.950-07:00tragedy comes in many ways<br />a forgotten heart<br />a dismissed gaze<br /><br />tragedy comes to many sizes<br />a simple mind<br />unopened prizes<br /><br />its a tragedy when<br />we learn our lessons<br />only after <br />torn transgressions<br /><br />its tragedy when<br />our hearts are broken<br />and only then<br />are words spoken<br /><br />tragedy comes in many waves<br />shattered hearts<br />lasting a million days<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3333952266847946914-3400667915531441164?l=oldsoulpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Charlie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12560380308174013961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333952266847946914.post-23206519823737554682010-07-01T10:11:00.001-07:002010-07-01T10:11:50.947-07:00something close seems so far away<br />sometimes most of us drift far away<br /><br />and just when you look them in the face<br />it seems as if you are out of place<br /><br />sometimes pain makes you feel alive<br />and sometimes happiness makes you cry<br /><br />And just when hope falls in disgrace<br />thats when love has to take its place<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3333952266847946914-2320651982373755468?l=oldsoulpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Charlie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12560380308174013961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333952266847946914.post-89089288175027545692010-07-01T10:10:00.002-07:002010-07-01T10:11:20.159-07:00when the band begins to play<br />what will all the people say?<br /><br />when the grass grows thick and deep<br />under which I soundly sleep<br /><br />When the funeral bells disappear<br />when will the people once again cheer?<br /><br />will anyone miss me when i'm gone?<br />will the world just continue on?<br />i'm hoping that i'm wrong<br />and that the world will miss me when i'm gone<br /><br />home wrecked and destroyed<br />bits of bricks left to be deployed<br /><br />straw and clay to make it all new<br />even though everything fell through<br /><br />And as they try to build it again<br />the walls collapse from inner pain<br /><br />will anyone miss me when i'm gone?<br />will the world just continue on?<br />i'm hoping that i'm wrong<br />and that the world will miss me when i'm gone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3333952266847946914-8908928817502754569?l=oldsoulpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Charlie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12560380308174013961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333952266847946914.post-12607751514817780682010-07-01T10:10:00.001-07:002010-07-01T10:10:31.291-07:00its all innocent until its broken<br />its all relative until its stolen<br />its always pumping without knowing<br />its always forgotten until it stops growing<br /><br />its always worn on your sleeve<br />its always there when you breath<br />it always stops when you don't believe<br />and when its over is it pain or relief?<br /><br />broken hearts are hard to mend<br />broken before they ever bend<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3333952266847946914-1260775151481778068?l=oldsoulpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Charlie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12560380308174013961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333952266847946914.post-46557920933946089772010-07-01T10:04:00.000-07:002010-07-01T10:10:01.489-07:00Although they were sad<br />they smiled as if none<br />smiled as if the pain had not begun<br /><br />and though the tears were sad<br />they never let on<br />pretended to be strong<br /><br />all the world's weight upon <br />their shoulders<br />trying to keep them down<br />with their boulders<br />and all the world's weight<br />just kept them down<br />but they never showed their pain<br />suffered without a sound<br /><br />they cried because they were sad<br />and smiled cause it was done<br />the minutes now begun<br /><br />they know they'd always be sad<br />from it they had to run<br />tears dried up by the sun<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3333952266847946914-4655792093394608977?l=oldsoulpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Charlie Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12560380308174013961noreply@blogger.com0