What is with today's world
when everyone feels like
everybody's nothing,
because magazines
and television plauge
so many minds
daily.

Theres fire and ice
everywhere you look,
but its far more
Noticeable
within each of us
longing to put
our spark
out.

No one goes to the
mirror anymore to smile,
"There's the reflection
I admire so much."
Though they should
all of us are so
beautiful.

It's gotten so bad
that driving past the
high school I saw a
cathartic scarecrow
just waiting to
influence more of
us to be like
her.

What is with today's world
that we can't be satisfied
just by being ourselves?
Why must they make
us feel so small
when we know
that we are truly
amazing.

If I were a snowflake...

I would no longer be
the odd girl out,
or have the human
desire of payback.
I would like that,
to be a snowflake
would be amazing.

Maybe I could land
in a glistening field
of memories somewhere
in Germany, or fall
in front of a beautiful
Sunset on Alaska's
last winter day.

If I were a snowflake
I wouldn't mind it at all.

The devil's promise is all
I can remember
about our lovely summer.

So many midnights in
Rome running around
waiting for stars
that would never
show up on time.

All our confused illusions
painting a new sceen in
such an ancient place,
as we laughed with such
tenacity in the streets,
only to smile at all the
strange faces frozen in
that hillarious horror.

Or that afternoon
we were sitting outside
sipping coffee a little
too bitter, and that mad
man walked up to you
with his cryptic message;

"Watch out when she
cries, love never
causes tears so
perfect."

When we just looked
at each other in
confused amazement;
what exactly did
he mean anyway?

The memory book is
covered in a velvet
crush plum color that
reminds me of the shirt
you wore on the plane
trip home.

As hot as the sun was
and long as the days were,
I hope you still think
of it as fondly as I do;

Honestly and truly I
am pretty sure we
fell in love that strawberry

summer...

In the dead of night:

I don't know what else
Noises like this can mean.

There are supernatural
Heros and secret games
Eliminating all hopes of

Desperate needs to go home
Especially leaving here
And when you are so
Dead like me from the pain.

One mistake and it all
Falls apart for you.

Not this time when I have
Immense reasons of the heart
Going one way with me as
Heartbeats quicken again
Tonight under the meteor storm

Mollie screams every night when I put her to bed,
"Mommy, don't leave me! Walk a little straighter, Daddy!"
I don't know what it takes to soothe her anymore,
nothing seems to do the trick to mend her heart's sore.

"I love you, sweetheart, I do,
Daddy always has,
together we always will,"

I tell her as I pull the sheets up to prevent
the deadly whispers from getting to her head;
such a perfect little girl now a destroyed
beauty, what happened here?

Was it the scarecrow she met at the fair this year, with it's wild eyes and mouth frozen in fear; could it have been the way she heard the
ocean whisper when we got lost on the waves?

she only has one life we
agreed and we know
so why's it so hard to live?

When I walk away she is fine, few moments later
He hears her cry as she asks, "Mommy, which direction
is home, mommy, which road will bring me back to you? Daddy, come help me please, where am I daddy? Which way do I go?"

I don't know what I can do
we lost her somewhere
in between hope and despair.