Somewhere there is a star, waiting to be chosen-
An insignificant wish that will forever remain frozen.
The sky is divided, if only for a night-
As one heart reaches for the twinkling, silver light.
Streaming through her window, shining on her longing lips-
Settling on her lonely body as her soul slowly rips.
It rips in two with a cold sharp pain-
As she allows herself to be drenched in the agonizing rain.
The sweet still water that falls across her cheeks-
Lightly caress her fears from the emptiness she seeks.
One name pierces the silence from her still and quiet tongue-
It whistles through the wind, and resonates in her lungs.
And as she lays there waiting for life to fade to gray-
She prays her soul to find him, the one who slipped away
I saw you standing alone in the woods, surrounded by trees. But you looked so lonely, depressed. I walked slowly, hesitantly to your side. We were alone in the midst of the trees. They seemed to grow larger there in our sorrows.
You turned away but there was nowhere to go. The trees loomed over us, caging you in. Trapping me. I reached out in compassion and we embraced. A long tight embrace.
Our hearts touched when you held me close. My eyes closed shut tightly. I felt light in the dark gloom. Everything opened up and swallowed my tears.
In that embrace. But you let me go. We turned and walked away back into the woods. The tall trees hid our embrace, but we were no longer alone.
Then I draw within myself to find a reason,
To see if my worth is worth the tears.
Each glistening tear that settles on my cheek
I seek meaning to,
To search the importance for this melodramatic scene.
Once in a while I come to a conclusion,
A way to end the story in my mind,
A way to satisfy my hurt.
Other times, I continue it another day.
Those are the tears worth crying,
The ones that I try to brush away
But keep returning,
The ones I despise.
To find its significance is to weigh your importance,
Your relevance to my life.
So each tear is describing your worth.
I find myself pausing to prolong another day.
The perfect face
Masked behind the perfect smile
Whenever I laugh
I am crying all the while
Finders, keepers
Take me as I am
The disillusioned child
Seeking refuge in a sham
Problematic tendencies
They�ve only just begun
Five fingers on each hand
Grasping a silver gun
Containing silver bullets
Made of concrete fear
Tiny little pellets
That shatters my plastic mirror
Ten thousand tears
Create my veil of strength
Infinite in height
Invisible in length
Try to see past my fa�ade
Without ever leaving the room
Look past my bright eyes to
See terror in full bloom.
Baby, I�m torn;
Maybe it is too late, but I can�t turn back.
I hate this feeling of fear and uncertainty.
I try to escape the plaguing thoughts;
The war between right and wrong.
But I can�t see what is right anymore.
My heart blinds my eyes,
Placing a veil over my wisdom.
I have convictions deeply seared into my mind,
But memories that cloud this judgment take over.
They overwhelm my perception, and flood my senses.
What remains are questions that cannot be explained;
Inquiries I cannot put into words.
Try as I might, I love without with consequence,
Penalties that clearly mark my path,
Like candles I can�t blow out.
Ignoring the pangs that attack me in my sleep.
The dreary winks of rest in the night.
The future holds the answers I cannot perceive,
To hesitations that do not survive the morn.
When I closed my eyes, I saw their faces
Round eyes staring intently
Dark skin covered with dirt, but their eyes were longing and their arms outstretched.
All I could taste was their tear, long cried and never ceasing.
Drenching and staining their cheeks as though it seeped from their pores
The never-ceasing tears...
They long for truth and cry for change, brought by a heart that loves
Their voices screaming in my head, pounding in my ears
I cry their tears
I long to touch, as my arms are outstretched.
