Behind a mask of smiles hides a child,
With eyes too blue to cry.

Behind the smiling mask,
the child wants to die.

But the child will live many long years,
through hurt and pain,
and hidden tears.

While the mask of smiles
hides the pain.

From those who might have cared.

Blackberry hot chocolate
My new favorite flavor.
Two things so different so good together.

A sweet indulgence,
Decadent,
like you and me baby.

A taste that lingers on my tongue.
leaves me wanting more.

Die hard the poet's heart
Dashed with great fury against the wall.

Cursing to the heavens,
for sense of it all.

To see the beauty in the blood
 as it drips thick droplets from the blade.

To see, same said beauty, 
from a child's tears upon the grave.

Curse to the heavens.
Dash my heart against the wall.

And **** my poet eyes,
for the beauties seen in all.

Dancing on the edge of a shining star she appears.
I move through darkness towards her,
 reaching out into the void, 
to touch her, 
to reach the unreachable. 

Fingertips play upon shadows where she used to be.

(As she dances)

Words reverberate back into my own ears, 

Did she hear?

Unclear.

 Visions of her blue eyes fill my mind.
Did she see?

I thought she smiled at me.

I awake to find it all a dream.
But I remember,
I can plainly see,

Her dancing away from me.
Dancing away,

Towards a star.

As I sift through the ashes of our love
Surely it must have burned bright.

For there is no black among the ashes,
Nothing but coal white.

There are no pieces left to gather,
nothing that could reignite a flame.
 
I search for just one tiny ember,
but only memories remain.

And so I'll take these memories,
along with your name
and give them rhyme.

Reading them in the rhythm of my heart,
a love song in four/four time.

Jenny your love was deeper than the ocean.
It burned brighter than the stars in the sky.

Your Beauty shined upon me like the sun.
And now I'm left alone to wonder why.

This poem, is all I have for kindling,
to try and restart a spark in your heart.

When it's gone it's gone
no light will remain,

and I'll be all alone in the dark.

Being six
It seems like forever
can I even remember.

trucks and *****, and even sticks.
Sword fights, and finger guns.

How politically incorrect!

We ran so fast then,
with nowhere to run.

Tag your it, you hide I'll seek.
You better not peek!

Ready or not here I come!

Laughing loudly,
when you found someone. 

Then once again we'd run.
We ran like it was our job,
and our job was having fun.

Can you believe it?
Our job was having fun.

Oh God

it was great
Being Six.