Rose are red, violets are blue.

How can I compare anyone to you?

You're enchanting and mesmerizing,

Heck, you're the very glue!

My greatest dreams, you make them all real,

And for this, I pay homage, and do kneel,

You know the path, and this I adore,Once and for always, my greatest amour!

All the colours that I look at

Are all beautiful

But then there are those

I have ignored

Like I have ignored you.

The brown is ever present

Its comfortable

Just like I am

Always surrounds me

Like surrounded by you

The grey of those eyes

Steady and gripping

Like a paralysis

Holds me in place

Some place with you.

I go to work as always

Nothing like never before

Then I walk around

Before I come home

Coming home to you.

Wondering of our life

Those elements missing

Or are we too comfortable

When you are with me

And I am with you.

A forest is one for wanderers,

under the trees, filled with satisfaction

and the sun is hard to find at dusk. Beneath the greenery, 

eyes are locked but lost in the shadows, dust is falling in the only light. Two hands, 

they strangle each other.

We are alone together.

And many friends hate us for what we do.

No one cares for what we do.

The trees are dark, and no one can see.

I am battery acid on wood

Striving to be as honest as

A lover should be to her partner,

Hence, should be.

In a matter of days,

I made four great errors.

(I learned and I was forgiven.)

I feel the need to hide reality

Because conformity

As vast as jupiter

yet not as vast as the universe

Takes up space around me.

The other planets- planets of love, determination, loyalty (to me and to others,)

Are my dream destinations.

To a social worker and a veteran I was born,

Siblings with a veteran.

While others fight or play ball with their brother,

Mine fought in Iraq and plays ball with his children.

Next door lives a friend who

listens to me, defends me, loves me.

We adventure, aspire, and admire

The stars in the sky and the stars in life. (We like to let them know we think they are stars.)

The moon knows loneliness.

It is the only thing to orbit the earth.

I am the only one to be me.

But,

I conquer potential senses of isolation with self love, socialization,

and support.

Pain settles in my chest and sucks enthusiasm out of me

like a vacuum filled with lamented love.

To dance, to inspire someone’s smile, aids my defeat of that obstacle.

I will be happy, I said.

I am happy.

First visit. I’m trying to keep an open mind, but it bothers me that the meeting is happening in this building in particular. Especially, given the nature of the group and why we’re all here in the first place. It’s hard for me let my guard down. I don’t know any of these people. I have a hard time talking to people I know, much more to strangers. Maybe that’s better, no? No one knows me, so it’s not like they will run and tell the people I know what I discuss here. I wish I could relax.

“Good evening everyone and thank you for taking time off your schedule to join us this evening. Welcome to _______ Anonymous. Before we begin we need to cover a few basic rules…”

He sits, as still as a statue, for the rest of the evening, afraid to look at anyone, never saying a word

As innocent as i can be

My fragile heart reminds

Of the one that kept me in his clenches

As we start to loose our minds

Isolated in this room

i am now a forever prisoner

Forever in this doom

And i just want to die

As i'm forced to watch his play

Nothing could ever describe

How i could be living with this guilt and strife.

I'm not allowed to watch the news

But i'm aware of what's happening

My parents are looking,pleading, crippling

He comes down the stairs

With a brown bottle and cigar

I feel scared and unsure

Ac ouple years pass

I sit here staring at a wall

The devil is on my shoulder

Right now i feel so small

The days start to pass quicker than usual

Thats because i've been saved,

The light, it looks so beautiful

I'm in a hospital with my mother beside me

The doctors ask some questions

They asked how many years was i gone, i guessed three

I'm safe and at home in my Boston city

Forgetting about the days of the past

The preachers made me

A man that i wouldn't  ever want to be.

Forgotten ones

The "Left behinds"

Their arc of life

Is one unkind

Soldiers

From the World's

Hot zones

Return Stateside

And have no home

Averted eyes

A ragged quilt

We drop stray coin

To ease our guilt

Of honor shown

There is a dearth

We fail to own

Our warriors' worth

Huddling round

A flaming bin

They wear their hope

Like tattered coats

And burn

Their brittle dreams

For meager proof

Against

The cold

Their

Quiet

Stories

Die

Untold...