She doesn't see that she is beautiful
while she throws up her food
she doesn't see that she is perfect
while she eats less and less

She see's that she is losing weight
as she doesn't have much left
she see's that she is hurting
as her organs are about to become dead

Silence
Is
The
Language
Of
Dew

I was stumbling in a field.
Firelight in my eyes,
Burning bright red
in the camera lens.
It wasn't a trick of the light,
the drugs or the beer;
it was a glance of love.
I was stumbling in a field.
Red-eyed and smitten,
Crossing minefields to you by choice.
Perhaps that is the only way
to walk the course of love.

a boy with seven hearts

they gave him seven hearts
the first for dreaming
the second for running
the third for crawling
the fourth for laughing
the fifth for crying
the sixth for loving
the seventh for fighting

in each heart waged a war
the sound of blowing horns not very far
in each heart grew a tree
taller than the depth of the sea

in one boy sang seven hearts
they sang a song that lasted til night
a song that took away all the fright
the fear that spun around like a kite

in two hands he grasped one heart and asked
“what do you do?”
it said “i fight for one important thing
and, boy, that thing is you.”

in one palm he held a small heart and whispered
“what can you do?”
the heart replied, “i may be small but my dreams are big
and that’s what makes me you.”

each heart was crafted differently
each one had a unique design
but together they were stronger
and together they could shine

Hands can touch us;
Hands can touches our hearts;
Also can clean our ***** hearts;
Created by God.

Hands is one of the extraordinary;
God's gift for us;
We have to use it in good things;
Because were blessed to have Hands.