Though sonnets often wail of love, or loss,
This sonnet calls to all the Joy of Life!
Just got the papers from my (now) ex-wife.
She signed them. All those years a simple toss.

I fell in love with her at one hat-drop
(I love her still. I always will.  It's true.)
She set the bar for all the women who
Might try to catch my eye, from start to stop.

The way her tress cascaded, and her kiss...
The bliss I oft succumbed to in her smile...
The miles we walked together, she and I.

Though sonnets often rail at Love, or Life,
I'm happy that she's finally let me go.
These tears will pass tomorrow... (sonnets lie.)

Cover my sins with halo gold,
my feet with olive green,
And kiss the ******
As they bury me.

Six can carry me
Out to the shore
While the gulf-sun settles
Away in the west.

Do this for me and I'll leave you my treasure
A hollow warm pocket
A painting  or two
And cast my illusions to
the winds and the sea.

Please do not cry at my overdue passing.
Laugh and imbibe
and stumble a while
and smile
at the space which
I've left here for you.

No where to go. Lost in this
Open field, of life, and it's just me.    Here.                    Alone.
Been searching for that place to call home.
Only, what is  home?
Don't give up!
You can do it. Just believe in yourself! You got the
Strength to go on.

Home is where the heart is--that's home.
Open and free, loving and caring. No
Matter where the road takes you; Remember
E**veryone will struggle in life and we will all get through it.

all these words you promise
you think your such a godess
really you'll crash like everyone else
when i look at you
i see your secret words you preach
behind the close doors and the sheets
you think your so sneeky
but really your clear as bleach
and your stuck on my skin like a leach
so practice what you preach
and listen to what you teach
please get to walking
down that one way street

Forgive me, for I am condemned.
My love I see you every night,
But the flames keep me away.

I try to reach out, to save you;
The heat is too intense, it defeats me.
I can not see you through searing pain.

Your screams tear me apart, I am beaten back.
Then there is silence and I hear you no more,
Tears fall, the agony as they trace my burnt flesh.

Oh Megan, I miss you more than life itself;
You were my life, my soul, my reason to be.
Why were you taken from me, love, pray tell me?

You now haunt my nightmares, I still hear you.
Your screams split apart my sanity, and the mirror;
It forever reminds me of this scar that Hell gave me.

Now I only have the darkness inside, and shown in words.
These very words I write, as if I am to be forever cursed,
Cursed to need to remember your face, with this dead heart.

Life is a river, calm and winding.
Most of the time the ride is smooth and calm,
but there will be bumps and corners to pass,
and the water will get rough and scary.
We'll be okay in the end--
We'll make it down the river.

True love. What is true love?**
Is it being high school sweet hearts?
Or is it always being there for one another?
Whatever it is I would love to say I found it. But people (parents, my mom more) always tell us (my boyfriend & I, me mostly) that it's not true love, that we're too young and that I don't have much experience in dating. So what if this is my 2nd boyfriend---you know what, we're making it work, 2 1/2 almost 3 years, yeah something's working! Don't tell me to give up on him! you don't tell me to give up on my dreams, but yet when you imply to give up on him, you're pretty much are implying to give up on my dream as well. So true love is a dream; dream of a good future with the person you love so much. The one you hate saying good-bye to, the one that will say anything to make you feel better when you're down, and the one that will tell you the vows may say "til death do us part," but death can not even tear you a part! True love is when you find the right other half and when you know what they're thinking without saying anything. It doesn't matter how many boyfriends/girlfriends you had in the past, it doesn't matter how old you are. True love can come at any moment in life and if you're not careful it will disappear as fast as it came.

He sits with the rose in hand.

Death.

He ponders.
He dwells.

Death

To be with Ember once again.
To feel her in his arms.
He could see her again.
The rose floats to the floor.
He walks to the mirror.
He stands with the gun in hand.

Death.

He stares into the mirror.
Horror fills his eyes.

Death.

The mirror reflects the room.

His eyes slowly opens,
from what he thought
was a long wanted dream.
A wet feeling swept his hand.
Hoping the last picture was,
not soaked in his tears.
The picture was;
Not wet
Nor a picture.
But a bright crimson rose.
The last of his lover, gone.
Confused
Angry
frustrated
He began to tear at the petals,
hoping to bring to it the same loneliness he felt.

Weeping
Wishing
Missing
His soul mate gone from his arms.
Gone to another life.
His heart aching and hurting,
as if struck by a dagger.
Or has cupid removed the arrow which
lead him to his one time lover?

Growing ill of this loneliness.
His hand holds the last picture of her.
Even that was fading fast,
as if a curse was casted.
For when she dies,
all of her must disappear from sight.

The question of sorrow spawns in his mind.
"Why couldn't I have taken her place?"
One being heard his question of sorrow,
as if waiting for eternity.
Lady Death springs forth from the voids to bid his request.

There before him, his soul mate stands.
Gravity pulls him close to his love.
"Kiss me and forever together we may live",
as if a spell swept over him.
He kissed Lady Death.