Here I am again,
A forgotten friend.
Wishing I could be
Important to you,
As you were to me.
Now you love him...
Life's paradigm,
suffers and dies;
blackened to char.
You are there,
He, with you.
I am lost.
Missing.
Wishing.
Gone.
CriesCries; their flow like rain no longer in a masked disguise,
A lament to the lonely, raise their fell unbending cry.
The wind, a blizzard, blows so harshly through the bitter chills,
Of trying to forget the past, yet nothing stops or stills.
Cries; their sting a poison from a curling monstrous beast,
A somber sadness so alive, though caused by those deceased.
Moans rise to stem the looming waves of endless, crushing tides,
Yet cries, a stalwart soldier, stand up for their proper prides.
Cries; a musical symphony to a drifting, long lost friend;
So forgotten and forlorn, that only time will ever mend.
Flowers litter wilting graves of tears' so softly fading tune,
Lingering on lost lives that they have hatefully, haggardly hewn.
All I Have to SayI wish that I could fly away,
Or sink with the tide.
And say all that I have to say.
Just open my mouth wide
It seems like no one can hear me.
They're all caught up in their world.
If only they'd try to see,
That I'm only a girl.
When I'm not great it's a disaster,
So run away and hide
When I'm not perfect there's laughter;
No small sympathy inside.
Of all the things I've ever done,
trying to do my very best.
All is torn down in the long run
Just another failed test.
It seems like no one can hear me.
They're all caught up in their world.
If only they'd try to see,
That I'm only still a girl.
When I'm not great it's a disaster,
So run away and hide
When I'm not perfect there's laughter;
No small sympathy inside.
The mirror doesn't know what to reflect.
Doer or disaster.
Inside I'm a broken wreck,
Caught up in their shrill laughter.
Smile Turned to FrownSmile:
Happy
Family,
Laughs and writing,
Making me grin because they’re exciting.
Yet so many things can ruin a day:
Hate, anger, dismay,
Falling down,
“We’re Late!”
Frown
Memoir to Dusti the DogI remember the first time I saw her,
She looked like a little feather-duster
With two black eyes darker than the sky.
Slits of pleasure that you saw and loved instantly.
I remember her fuzzy legs sprinting towards me down the hall,
It was as if she was my best friend who hadn't seen me in a year,
Even though I had just woken from yet another night.
Her fluffy, curly tail wiggled in sheer excitement,
Wagging like there was no tomorrow.
I Remember the first time she played in the snow,
The only childhood snow that I clearly remember,
The rest, the rest blur together like a faded painting,
But I still Remember.
She bounded up the stairs with her tongue lolling out.
Dripping snowflakes clung to her, forming snowballs.
Dangling from her like icicles from a roof.
She shivered, innocently, laughter shone in her eyes,
It was as though she had made a joke that she didn't understand.
I Remember the first time she chased her tail.
I Remember when she started barking at the door.
I Remember when she played tag with her nose;
The triumphantly proud look that crossed her face,
A victory every time.
I Remember when she ran in circles around the house,
An Energizer battery that just wouldn't go out.
I Remember thinking of her while I was at school.
Reminding myself that no matter how people might think of me,
That my funny little dog would never judge me.
I remember that unconditional love and miss it,
Because I still Remember.
A Sad MemoryWhat happens to a sad memory?
Does it fade like white-out against paper,
Or harden like a dark stone of emery--
Absorbing every other thought like a black hole?
Does it feel like a blue bird that could freely fly away,
Or like a dying whale trapped on the beach—
Imploring the sea in dismay?
Maybe it destroys every good memory it touches
Like a flood filling every space
Or does it leave without a trace?
Feel
I sigh, like a tree in a cold, unrelenting breeze
I try, like aching Atlas to carry the weight of the world
I cry, like a solitary wolf howling for her lonely dark moon
I lie, like a masked man who can't look in the mirror.
I reply, like a flimsy facade trying to conceal any pain.
The MarchToday the melancholy march
played like a dirge's solemn voice
Broke and settled in the dark,
Curling like a cat without a noise.
Oh, do you feel?
The way the sound oppresses
Causing tears in the very soul
as the wind chills like a blizzard
through the red heart's gaping hole.
The happiness has been stripped away.
Leaving only traces of tears,
Falling like the gloomy rain
Or like the dying leaves of fall.
Bleak weather cannot hide
the overwhelming sadness of a broken heart.
Seasons come, seasons go,
Flowers wilt like old hands.
Withering away like the times that were once shared.
Now I know what loneliness is.
The sullen silence of feeling alone
Commands every thought like a cruelly laughing sergeant,
His soldiers' swords stabbing relentlessly
like the glittering fangs of a snake.
While loneliness loneliness
loneliness like you will never know engulfs my mind.
That was where the sound began
And with its silent sting,
Filling my tired eyes with tears,
Leaving cold droplets like ice sickles
trickling down my face.
I remember the color of music,
and how for a season
I heard its tinkling, mocking song.
