Tuesday, December 20, 2016

The Introduction

Here is the complete poetic work of Caleb Reeve. "Complete" as in all the stuff I have posted. Also that which wasn't lost or stolen. All of these are original pieces. Very few have been shared, seen, or heard. They are listed in a mostly alphabetical order and not written on the dates of their posting. I have written these over the last several years about people, places, ideas, and emotions. Many have reoccurring themes. "Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it." Needless to say, I am still learning.

Now that they have been stamped in internet time they are officially mine, copyrighted, registered, and everything. If you care to use one of these poems please use my name and a link in reference. I hope you can get something out of one of them.

Feel free to leave any comments or posts in the comments section below. Thank You.

*note: Some of these poems were written in moments of passion. They do not necessarily reflect my overall opinion about love, life, or my pursuit of such things.

 **note: Some of these poems really suck and some, I think, are actually quite good.

Sunday, December 18, 2016

A Dream of You

On occasion, in my dreams,
I see you in them
and it all seems
that everything's
just the way it's supposed to be
you, so close to me
reminding me
of what we used to be
and why I ever felt those things
little quirks and tendencies
that drew me in and made me think
that we were truly meant to be

When I arise, reality
staring me down placidly
it's a cold and painful memory
remembering nothing is the same
the honest love encompassing
is nothing now
and all I have
the truth that I may never be
what I was with you next to me

And when I wake
I try to regain my remains
but you're lost again
I can't escape or shake the pain
it floods to me like tsunami waves
and the anguish stays
for hours, days
and too slowly fades away

I don't want to wake up
if you are the focus
let me dream, vividly
let me sleep remembering
my love for you
my everything
you probably never dream of me