We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.
-Ernest Hemingway


Our Voices*
Your voice, echoing in my ears, 
With every corner I turn, 
I search for your face, 
Yearning to touch you, 
Wanting to love you, 
But you seem so far, 
When I need you here close, 
Your eyes seem to catch me, 
And hold me as we pass, 
Only to let me fall, 
The moment you are behind me, 
Yearning to hold on 
easily letting go. 
Why can’t this be simple? 
What’s really going on? 
“We need to talk” 
The words we dare to say 
Sting inside like knives 
I need you though 
I refuse to admit it. 
Thoughts of you fill my head 
Throughout each minute of the day 
But sometimes you’re just so difficult, 
I don't speak when you ask questions, 
But I hate it when you leave, 
Why do I feel this way about you? 
Why do I feel like you doubt me? 
My feelings are hurt, 
Need some sort of support, 
Everything seems to go wrong now, 
I’d like to be here to support you but 
You can’t tell me what’s going on, 
So what am I supposed to do? 
How am I supposed to react? 
I feel as if I love you 
Though I’m not sure 
Why are things so hard? 
Why can’t we communicate like normal people? 
Why is this killing me inside? 
Why? All the questions, 
And yet there are no answers.


-Untitled-

so he asks her 
with a Sierra Leone 
blood diamond 
dripping red 
on his ring finger 
as a teacher's hand 
lies severed 
on the ground 
three thousand 
miles away. 

Seriously 
it's not your problem. 

Seriously
lets just sit around and not talk

Rebecca

 I love her! --I think…well, ‘I like her a lot!’
and I don’t care what anyone has to say about that. 
I’ve never felt this way about a girl
my feelings for her are so real, so strong
She’s completely…
                               adorable and sexy!
I want to show her how love should be. 
 and I don’t ever want to leave her. 
I just want to enjoy the pleasure of her company.
I could never explain the way I feel when 
I'm holding her in my arms as we kiss. 
She’s so beautiful 
-from the curve of her hips 
-to her beautiful smile. It just melts my heart…
No one compares to her beauty and grace. 
She needs to be loved
	by me. 



*Note* After a break up, the thoughts that run through your mind are uncontrolable. 
unfortunately, I happened to write them down and then made the mistake of showing 
them to my ex who took it rather offensively. Jacob, I'm sorry, you have to under-
stand that poetry is the unleashing of one's heart and emotions and a person has 
no control over what they feel.*



(the bitch in me...)Last thoughts of us

I need the satisfaction of hearing your voice, 
Knowing you’re there;
not Caring about me 
not loving me 

These pictures i stare at take me back 
to what little good times we had. 
I’m sorry we lost interest 
I’m sorry we gave up 

At least now you can have lacey. 
At least now I’ll try to be happy. 

For a while, you made me happy. 
Apparently, you never felt the same. 
it was merely a sexual attraction for you. 
or so, I’ve always thought. 
You just needed someone there, 
Someone to love you, and I did. 

Now i can’t even kiss you or hold your hand again. 
Reminiscing the times when our "love" was magical. 
When you made my hand tingle 
And numb by such a simple touch. 

I want to be your friend 
I still need you in my life 
I need to talk to you.



MORE TO COME!


* Our Voices was written by Ally C. Jake Wilkerson & Jennifer Lutz