Picking Up the Pieces

The final installment of the my trilogy of my "mask" poems. Hope you enjoyed them all.

"Picking Up the Pieces"

   - by Luke Putz

She was to me my only need,

And who each day I tried to live,

But then You snatched, stole her away.

You took what I had valued most

And kept her from me until then

When you could mend my broken heart.

The taste of my soul had been tart,

But now a change will come 'cause when

I am alone and feeling lost

You'll heal and save me as You say,

"Just put me first and I will give

To you what you both love and need."

Shattered Mask

This poem is meant to be the continuation or response to my previous poem "This Mask of Lies" so I hope you enjoy it.

"Shattered Mask"

   - by Luke Putz

My mask of lies is wearing thin,

My storm of feelings that's within,

Will dare to rise and fall around

My soul who's scared, internal bound,

Who seeks to loose the truth that which

Has tied our hearts together stiched.

It was not lust, a fleeting whim

I went to her and her to him,

But something pure; it's something real

On which tis our romantic deal,

Was based and built and kept and grown

A future we could call our own.

But that no more will come to be

Our hearts cut loose will now fly free,

Although my hurt I cannot hide,

Just let me stay here by your side.

This Mask of Lies

"This Mask of Lies"

   - by Luke Putz

From in our bond discord did spawn,

Forward we walk yet rarely talk

For when you ask, I don a mask

Of happiness hiding sadness,

I want to die and wonder why

It came to this, what ended bliss?

But even though I feel so low,

When you do ask, I'll don this mask.

Behind I cry, this mask of lies.

Vortex

So I know it's been a while since I've posted any poems but a lot has been going on in my life lately. A lot of emotional pain and trouble but these past few weeks has produced a lot of ideas for poems. I'll be refining them and posting them once I have finished editing them. Here is the first one I wrote and have finished editing. Hope you enjoy it.

"Vortex"

  - by Luke Putz

A storming vortex are my thoughts,

Against myself they have hard fought,

They wear and tear, I am distraught,

Around my throat and heart I'm caught.

So many things to do or say,

Would it be best to go away?

Is living worth another day?

I doubt my thoughts will leave this fray.

To run is not the thing to do,

It only would be hurting you,

A selfish act because I'm blue,

Is something that I should not do.

Should I start to find another?

One through fun my hurt will cover?

What's the point, why should I bother?

Knowing truth, there is no other.

Should then I wait and hope for naught?

This dream of mine is my true thought,

Your love refreshed cannot be bought,

And so my soul will sit and rot.

I'll think and wait and hope and wait,

Despite this change, I cannot hate,

For if we part, that is my fate,

Time spent with you was special, great.