Twilight, and the ocean breaks

Feels the weight of her mistakes

Remembers tides of long ago

The people she's tossed to and fro. 

Too many people have been lost, 

She thinks too much of what it costs

To feel this burden on her shore

Tens of millions, maybe more. 

Tsunamis, waves, so many dead

She shudders, full of regret

Uncontrolled, she tries to sit still

But waters burst forth for another kill.

You are gone:

stolen by a thief

in the night

to my regret

for all the things

we never did

and never said;

the roads

we didn´t get

to travel;

the horizons

never met.

Now you pedal

to a different tune,

perhaps faster

ghosting through the city

sirens in pursuit,

tempting disaster;

pockets full of loot.

Do you regret

the songs unsung

and wild

adventures missed;

uncrossed

from the bucket list?

This thick skin isn't so thick

My suit of armor dented and rusted

These sticks and stones that break my bones

Insignificant to the words that scar me

Tear me down

Confidence dwindling

My self-esteem grounded into dust

A lack of effort to dig myself out

All but gone as I let it all take over.

She had fire in her emotions

But her emotions were depicted in a wrong manner

She was courageous , yet she was imaged as coward and dependent

Her fire was always treated as a slave

Her only charm was considered was her beauty

Yet her need was more that applaud

She craved for love and emotions for which she is ready to sacrifice every other emotions dwelling inside her

Her dignity was only in words

She is disrespected and crushed at every stage

Her sacrifice is taken as fate

Her courage is always compromised

Her tears and pain are always ignored

Yet she never complains

Never she argues

But when her dignity is questioned

Her identity changed

she become fearless , dauntless

Aggressive

She is disgraced with filthy words

She is disowned by her only love

She is hurted for whom she only love

Don't chain her

Don't blame her

Don't change her

Never hurt her

Respect her

Love her

Respect her

It's not always journaling,

hot baths with

scented candles,

warm blankets,

sunsets, or

decadent chocolate cakes.

It's not as cliche

as a smile from a stranger

or a note left

lying, "You are beautiful"

because let's face it,

they've never seen you

before.

Sometimes it's as simple as

feeling the heat radiating

next to you in bed,

knowing he's there

without ever opening

your eyes.

Or how even when you've cried

yourself into a puddle,

your dog lays in your lap,

as your tears pelt his face

like rain.

Sometimes it's that one

line in a song

that you think about all day

because they get it.

And other times,

it's knowing in the back

of your mind, that even if things

don't go the way

you plan,

you always have the

chance to

comfort

someone

else.

over here

over here my sacred,

my holy one

here, my love

my one and only,

come

judge me not

let me lay my beaten,

my beaten weary head upon your lap,

'til the indignation be over past

shield my eyes,

my holy one

it was not my fault,

nor is it yours

i was born despite myself,

i do not understand

please forgive me for damage done,

shield me from the indignation,

'til it be overpast

over here, 

i am over here my only one,

do not take offense, 

i am yours

lay down, 

i lay down at your side

if you will,

do what you will

i crumple

here i am, 

over here

take me away

away, 

take me away

run, 

run away far from here,

do not do me in

take me out of here

i lay myself down

i did not know

i saw her slowly die

a lonely frightened castaway,

i saw her run away unloved,

far away from here

i did not know how to help her

i did not try

i lay myself down

i did not know

do what you will with me

i am yours

do what you will,

'til the indignation be overpast,

i will not resist

i have learned

remember me,

remember me

when we laughed

your soft face like a dove,

like a sweet, holy child

your eyes,

no guile,

no, only soft

your gentle soul

where are you

my sweet sister?!

remember me

remember her

we played,

we play no more

as i drift away,

remember my face,

my place,

my will to be, 

to reach this place,

where nothing matters

nothing matters,

only my sorrow

as i drift away

Life's like

An amusement park -

Fun,

Until you run out of

Money.

With it you can buy

Friends,

Experiences,

Everything including

Ease in life.

I was never popular,

No matter how

Hard I tried.

Because

I was poor,

And I always felt

Less than.

I still do, and I

Have nothing,

Except

All my fruitless effort.