Today is a poetry day,
She told herself.

People were dying,
Hopeless babies were being born,
And she was bleeding.
Yet there was a
Momentary
Calm
Inside the ever-raging storm.

Eyes gazing lovingly at
A wall,
She smiled and bowed her thanks
To quiet voices that
Sounded like
They had dimpled cheeks
And glory-glazed eyes
As they approved her thoughts.

She liked to think of
Synaesthesia as she typed
Away the
Colours
Of the words
That swam around in their
Polluted glass tank.

Today felt like a poetry day,
She said out loud.

Everything was uneven,
Someone somewhere was drowning to sleep,
And she was oh so mentally ill.
Yet there was
A tinge of
Comfort
In the darkness.

Her body was glowing
With toxicity,
And she was
Shaking from the
Cold
She couldn’t feel,
As soundless lullabies
Played in her mind and
Notes
She couldn’t read
Danced before her eyes.

She was crazy,
Everything was always a maybe,
Tomorrow was nowhere,
But, Ah…
Today
Today was poetry.

Can you tell?
That my heart has grown cold
That my scars are now more
And the pain cannot be muffled
That I have drowned my self in pain pills
And yet pain is all I feel
Can you tell?
I’m not the person you once knew
Called out to God while I was dying
Yet God did not answered
I begged for death
While my chest was still open
Yet its forgiving embrace never came
Can you tell?
That all these things torture me, every day
    
                                                        OterHead­

I know the miles that seperate us may feel uncrossable,
I know the distance makes us sad, that I cannot hold your hand,
Carry you, or even talk to you.
But
I know the love between us is greater than the miles,
Greater than just holding your hand,
Or opening the door for you.
I only wish, we could be together forever, my dear.

Love makes me happy makes me sad,
Makes me tired makes me glad,
Why does Love affect me in so many different ways?
There is Love for a brother, for a sister, for a mother,
For a father, for an uncle, for a girlfrend, or friends.
Why can I only manage the last two?

Hate is the rage that fills my bones,
At the separation of me and her, two hearts forever joined,
At the way my parents mock my friends,
At Cancer. That the filthy beast should dare go near Andy!
Hate starts wars, causes death, destruction, decay.
Yet where is Love in war?
In the smile of te nrse at the valor of her patients,
In the flowers laid on the graves of even the enemy,
In the defense of Liberty, Family and the Homeland.

I'll take your suffering, your heartbreak, your sorrow,
I'll hold it within me, much past tomorrow,
I don't care how much it burns, that angry beast inside,
Because I know I can bear it, with you by my side.
I'll fly through a blowing hurricane, I'll run through the night,
As long as it helps you, in your fight.