Featured Poets: Cainrith

The howling of the wind at night,
Whilst the moon be ever-bright,
Alone I sit and watch for the sight,
For never, it seems, the time will be right.

I wish I could go show her what I know.
All my love for her, I try to show.
But no-one listens, not a soul.
And try as hard as I might, I never seem to reach my goal.

All this time I seem to be meant to fail.
Onto me falls all the hail,
But even when I go to wail,
No one listens, nothing prevails.

What's it take, please tell me dove!
hat's it take to get my love?
What's it take to make her understand?
What's it take to make me stop sitting to her, and stand?

Faith is running out, this I'm finding true
For whenever I think of anything, I always think of you
I don't know how much longer I'll hold out
You know, I'd might as well be a trout

For I'm stuck on the hook of love, a love that's very deep
Deeper than the darkest secret, the one which never seeps
I lay there in the dead of night, crying off to sleep
What it'd be like if I had you, then perhaps you'd be my sheep.

The howling of the wind at night,
Whilst the moon be ever-bright,
Alone I sit and watch for the sight,
For never, it seems, the time will be right.

Sitting on the edge of a lake,
So serene and still,
I wonder to what I could make,
With all my mind and will.

So easily can it all be thrown away,
So fast and simple it would be.
But even as I start to sway,
I know somewhere's the girl for me.

The problem though lies deeper yet,
So far and deep inside.
Sometimes I'm willing to bet,
To give it all and die.

You ask me if I feel like this,
How come I haven't fell.
The answer's simple, it really is,
Because I don't want to go to Hell.

For if I keep alive and prosper,
And not die like the father of Kevin,
If I try to be good and proper,
Then I'll go to Healer's Heaven.

As I sit on the edge of the lake,
So serene and still,
I think of all I couldn't make,
But more so of what I will.

I look out and up, staring at the clouds out there,
I sit and wonder why I'm here,
Then I ask why do I care?

I go out during the day.
I go out and say what I need to say.
And everyone think that I'm O.K.

But sometimes in the dead of night,
Woken by the city lights,
I wonder how I keep alive

Day after day, same old routine.
Go and do the same, just like a machine.
People look and think he's just another teen.

But if you look deep, then you'll see more,
I know more than said in any lore,
I'm not what most think, I'm not at all a bore.

For I am Healer, One of a Kind.
What's most to me is what is on your mind.
For when you look deep there is much to find.

But sometimes in the dead of night,
Woken by the city lights,
I wonder how I keep alive...

I stare off into space and think,
What would it be like without me?
Who would die and who would drink?
I think it'd be better, so how much would it be?

I look back now, look and see,
The pain and sorrows it would bring,
Just because they didn't have me,
There'd be a lot of horid things.

A chance like this comes but once a life,
At a time where you are in much of need,
When you feel troubled and without delight,
At a point where on good things you must feed.

I travel back, further still,
Further back at a time without distaste,
Of when I though of things I never will,
But now I wonder if I'd do them without haste.

To the very beginning, to when I was meek and mild,
This time I'm watching in reverse,
Of the time before I was even a child,
A moment at which none can rehearse.

Now forward again we go,
This time with me in absense.
We stop at a time in the snow,
When I realize this is not non-sense.

For in a cemetery I have come.
I look at tombs with tears that may never end.
Without me, they had been shunned,
For in the names I saw my friends.

"Take me back! I've seen enough!"
I cried to my silent guide.
I felt that forever I had been cuffed,
For the left a mark like a whip on my side.

Back to the present I was sent,
Back to my normal life.
That vision, something to me it meant,
I know now it's better to stay alive.

I take a look around, to see what I can see,
Images of pain and misery.
And try with all of my might,
I cannot get that out of my sight.

For I am Healer, I'm here to help.
I be there whenever you yelp.
But when it matters, when it comes to the end,
I begin to wonder who is truly my friend.

I've given my life to those in agony,
But hardly ever does anyone give anything back to me.
Even if it'd just be a little hug or kiss,
It'd be a moment I'd never miss.

Somewhere far out there is the one for me.
The one that will end MY pain and misery.
Someone that will snuggle when I'm hurt,
Someone that will cool me when I'm burnt.

For there is one greater sorrow than the absence of a love
And that's to have one on someone that doesn't consider you their dove.
I've felt both these kinds of pain.
Both of are little gain.

But if you keep looking and strive,
If you know it's lost don't keep it alive.
For there's no greater pain than one like that,
It will feel like an arrow had been shoved through your hat.

They say we learn from our mistakes, so take if you will,
That I made one I want no one else to fill,
For if you lose a lover, but gain a friend,
They'll be sure to stay with you 'till the very end.