Lost

words and thoughts, all inspirations

lost; ensuing frustrations

cathartic hours, time well spent

now in vain, for away they went

words slipped away like drops of rain

they left behind thin streaks of pain

feelings that were in stone eternal

etched into a worn out journal

now scraped away by a mistake

sanded down without a trace.

Love?

How do you know if you love someone?

IS there something inside you?

Something so deep and so entwined

that nothing in the world could change how you feel.

Is it something you were born with?

Something that was designed into your soul

before your very existence?

Or is it something that happens?

Something wonderful and spontaneous.

Something so lovely that you can't wrap your head around it.

What is love anyways?

Is it finding someone that when you're with them

you just can't get close enough

you can't breathe in enough of them?

Nothing can beat that feeling

The feeling that the world doesn't matter.

No fear, no worry can stop you because someone you love

is holding your hand

is looking you in the eye

is giving you their heart

is loving everything you are

no matter what.

Blue Giant

As I sit here watching,

I realize I am the only one.

The only one that will see

this great beast coming to life.

Rushing, tumbling, and diminishing.

This creature so blue, so pure

only lives a minute and then

like so many good things in life, disappears.

She is spectacular, and breathtaking

yet in a few moments she will begone

and another blue giant will take her place.

Her Song

Tonight under star-crossed skies

Heart of deceit and crooked lies.

No one hears the silent cries

Of the girl with velvet eyes.

Softly shaken by the sight,

trying hard to put up a fight,

stars glimmering through the night,

failing to be her guiding light.

Velvet eyes and soft-tipped tongue,

Breathing with a broken lung,

Thinking a song she once sung,

Climbing the ladder rung by rung.

Betrayal on her lips tastes sour,

Moonlight falling like a shower,

She ascends the silver tower

Slowly approaching her final hour.

Sitting sunbathed by the moon

One dark night in early June,

Joy suppressed by dark red Gloom

Silently singing a dismal tune.

Pull the Pieces

I'm not giving up now.

I'm too strong for that.

He's put me through too much

to let this

fall to

pieces.

I've picked them up before,

But this time they will stay in my hands,

Glowing like fireflies on a summer night

gently warming my

slightly damaged

heart.

I will paste them back together,

with glue made from memories

No more than the joyful ones

ones filled with

long, loving

words.

Does he even see my effort?

The time i put into the collage?

The tears i cry that wash away the glue,

eating it away

like sharp

acid.

I'm stronger now.

I won't back down

And with my strength

I will pull

us back

together.

Haunting Happiness

That little dark spot,

in the back of your thoughts,

the back of your mind,

the depth of your soul.

It's tearing, pulling, tugging

ripping you apart until the wall is gone

until your security crumbles

and everyone can see what's underneath,

the little dark spot.

It doesn't stop haunting your happiness

ruining you serenity

killing your calm

creating the chaos that rules your life

from the inside.

That damn dark spot

it tugs on the edge of your smile.

Because it's fake,

it's all an act,

a play,

a game.

No matter how many colors, faces, layers

you put on it, it burns.

It eats away at everything you want

your hopes,dreams, ambitions.

All is destroyed because the

burning of the dark spot.

Poem for the Soul

Oh, a silly poem does nothing for the mind,

but for the soul many will find,

it unleashes something deep inside

and you find joy that you can't hide.

There's no need to interpret or analyze,

just read it aloud, try it on for size.

If you find it just won't do,

find a poem that's right for you!

Silent Words

Hello my friend,
Here we are again,
silence our only fear;
the words we refuse to hear.
so much hurt and pain
drives us all insane
but we don't seem to care;
the words we refuse to share
the quiet is crushing my heart,
I can't seem to make it start,
it doesn't seem right;
the words that make us fight
the solution is too clear,
all we need to do is hear
the feeling we're trying to hide,
the words we keep inside.

Silent Dance

Their feet fly across the floor
softly tapping out the beat
and with toes that are sore
they dance in august heat.

She twists around like a top
the silk of her skirt flies
the music sings, and bangs, and pops
as he looks her in the eye.

The trumpet blaring loudly,
the melody fills the air,
with fingers waving wildly
they move throughout the square.

The audience is empty
save for one small pretty child.
She listens so intently
for the music she can't find.

Delight

Some nights feel like a dream
in retrospect they're clear,
yet were they what they seem?
or something quite unreal?

How could a perfect night
happen simply by chance?
There must be hidden light,
steps to an unknown dance.

It flawlessly flowed on,
a night from heaven sent;
but now the moon has gone
left behind - wonderment.

Criminal Conversation

She is trapped in contemplation
Quiet thoughts of aspiration
Dreams of flying far from here
Strong desire for liberation

Her mind muffled by negation
Troubled doubts of dark temptation
Pure heart sealed with loyal intent
Struggling with dedication

Exposing a realization
She is struck by lamentation
In the end her heart deceives
Leaving him in desolation

Angels

Tiny White angels dressed like brides.
Beautiful, pure, and simply divine.
Dancing down upon the trees
Twirling and twisting and falling with ease.
Layering the lawn with lovely white
Like shimmering stars twinkling in sight.
A special ingredient to this season
These angels falling without reason.
Blessing us with their wintry beauty
Dressing the land as if it’s their duty.
Softly sitting soundlessly
Peacefully pretty, breathtakingly free.

Confrontation

The waves whistle louder, wishing for the land to hear.

The land sits, sulking and steadfast, set in its ways

Wondering why the wind will not settle down.

And the waves washed ashore slam into the land

Swelling and stunning the land into a silence,

A silence that wells up and waits on the tongues of the fighters.

Silence that slides beneath the comfort and peace of nature

And subtly stirs the chaos that confronts these two peaceful forces.

We hit – shipwrecked – lost in a sea of regret

Submerged in words which weigh heavily on our minds.

Whipped by sounds which sting and warp the confidence we have.

We wait, standing still and watching for the eye of the storm.

Words Away

We are two soft petals fallen off the same rose.
Silently waiting as long as it goes.
We are different pages inside the same book.
Daring the other to come take a look.
We are two shining lights on the same chandelier.
Screaming our thoughts for the other to hear.

Broken Glass

I’m a professional at wearing a mask,
but once I’m off the stage it starts to crumble
and I’m left standing with myself.
Looking into a mirror that reflects the past
Of another person’s life.
Something sad and dark and looming in the shadows
Something hurtful and painful and burning at the edges
Of the happy mask, the one I wear.

I’m in another persons’ shoes
Wearing her clothes, and smiling her smile.
I’ll walk a mile in the light,
But once I’m off the road the soles fall apart
And I’m left standing barefoot
Unable to stand the broken glass under my feet.
The brokenness of the other girl’s life,
The one without the mask.

Thoughts Inside

I feel you crying,

just know I'm here.

I'm on your side,

I know you're scared.

When everyone

Seems not to care,

I'll be the one

To hold your hand.

Please believe me

When I say,

I want to live

I'll be ok.

The world seems dark,

but I'll bring light.

A mother's joy,

A baby's life.

The Joy in Him who loves

As I walk,

I see your kisses stained

on the walls of my mind,

in the depth of my soul

by the shore of the sea in my heart.

There is no escape from your love.

Saving all I am and

Holding me captive.

prisoner of war,

In the bars of

your wants,

your vision,

your world,

Captured.