He tasted of roses and lavender.  
Was as sticky as a bee.
Used me as his flower.
And flew far away from me.

Moments full of butterflies and green grass.
Ocean air and the hot sting of the sun.
Full of dew on my cheek and your heart; perched on your sleeve.

When you have no one to confide in,
You become your own best friend.
You talk yourself to feeling better,
You seem okay, but you pretend.

When you have no one to lean on,
You have to stand up on your own.
You can not given into emotion,
Or the fact that your alone.

When you wish that you'd stop living,
Just to get some peace,
You wish you had a piece of mind,
To make those evil thoughts decrease.

When you come to the realization,
That these dark images make it hard to see,
Do not be alarmed for the slightest moment,
It only means that you are just like me.

Do you hear my soul?
Speaking from within
Can't you hear it,
Begging, pleading,
Praying to begin?
Moments passing,
No adventure.
When does life
Give In?
Where are the moments,
My moments,
I wish to hold myself
In?

I do not need a cigarette in my hand
A flat stomach
An eyebrow piercing
An infinite knowledge of Socrates.

I do not need
A quick-witted tongue
To be easy to please, short in stature, soft spoken, impatient.

I do not need
A fondness of antiques
The latest car
26 pairs of shoes
Diamond earrings,
To be passive,
To be alluring and enticing and likable, noticeable, noteworthy, appealing or interesting.

I need my heart. If my heart does not allure or compel you to see if I really do have 26 pairs or shoes or if I really am a smoker, if I am passive and soft spoken, if I am tall or short, then I am not compelling enough. My heart should be what catches your attention and what makes you stay.

My heart overrides all else when looking at my worth; my 26 pairs of shoes will not comfort you, but my heart will. Therefore, look at someones heart. That is where you will truly find someone rather in who they are than what they are.

I once had wielded, strong and fierce
A simple stick, a shaft of wood
A twisting branch to me had been
The gleam and shine of fearsome steel
And with the might of many men
I hacked and slew the helpless air

Today the stick lies buried deep
Unused and lost, without a thought
No mighty hand to grasp it firm
No swinging arm to hack and slay
Today the stick lies buried deep
Buried deep; no more to keep

I once had played in pouring rain
The soaking sweet had soothed my soul
The falling sky was mystery
But as it was, I let it be
I’d laugh and splash in driving rain
Until the cold drove me insane
And then I’d rush inside my house,
Dry off, and rush right out again.


Back then the rain meant happy days
Today the battering of bitter rain
Shrieks as it bursts like rifle pellets
On a battle plain; my tender skin
I shield myself and throw on a coat
And rush through waves of enemy fire

Back then a simple stick
Could bring to life a world of wildness
Back then the raindrops felt so cool and fresh
As they splashed upon an upturned face
And now, oh how the world has changed
As I look upon my past with hopeful eyes,
And wish I could lead such a carefree life

I wish I could lead such a carefree life

Perhaps the multitude of crows atop the trees were mourning all that could have been, that night we stayed out listening to them caw.  I followed you back inside, leaving behind my cigarette, a thousand words unspoken, and feelings I’ll never wish to revisit.

Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here today

To celebrate

The death of Greed

and his brother, Selfishness

their widows

foolish Pride

and rash Anger

have been rendered incapable in their grief

Violence,

so shocked by the news

has decided to retire

due to the loss of these prime employees

the corporation

War

Has shut down

And is being replaced by a large branch of Peace