I am so glad that I met you

Although our acquaintance wasn't long

You have made a difference to me

I thank you for that

You weren’t there for me at the times I needed you most

You tried to help but you didn’t know how

That wasn't your fault

But it still hurt

So I said goodbye to you.

I let us go our separate ways

You walked away

You left

I was alone

Do you know what it feels like to be left behind?

Losing everyone around you in such little time.

I try not to worry since they're left in the past,

But it's hard going through life knowing nothing ever lasts.

It's hard to hide behind this frown,

When on the inside you're on the verge of a breakdown.

I've lost everyone that meant the world to me.

All I have left of them are these memories.

Silence

Don't you love that word

The one that has so many sounds

But, yet, none at all

Its enough to fix a heart

Or break one

Its enough to make you sane

Or insane

Silence

It bothers me

But it calms me

Maybe I'm crazy

So loud, I can't hear a thing

Yet, so quiet, I can hear too much

Silence is scary

But also beautiful 

Maybe someone should speak up

Change things

Maybe

But it won't happen

It could all be different

Just think

This world is so silent

But still too loud

I feel so alone

I think I'm going crazy 

Possibly insane

Or maybe I'm just silent

Life is a gift, a present from your grandparents on Christmas morning, wrapped in a sparkling gold paper and handed to you to look after. Like all gifts, life is treated very differently depending on the person it is given to. some people treasure it, they protect it with their all and let nothing touch it. Other’s tend to put it on a shelf and forget about it, disregard it, and soon it gathers dust and slips away, forgotten. And there are other’s that recklessly throw the gift around, constantly taunting those who don’t have as precious a gift. Holding it right under their nose and snatch it away at the last minute, tossing it up and down and just before it looks like it’s going to hit the ground, and smash into a thousand pieces of glass, they catch it. But sometimes, they won’t be quick enough, maybe they didn’t snatch it away fast enough, or their hand slipped when they tried to catch it, and the beautiful gift hits the ground with shards of glass flying into the air, and the gift cannot be mended.

I let myself be a tissue,

The soft cloth that absorbed your tears,

The one you cried into when others gave you pain.

The one that wiped your eyes,

The one you held tight.

Let myself be dirty so you could be clean,

I let myself be uneasy just so you could breathe.

Slowly you filled me up,

And crumpled me a whole.

I was beginning to forget

I was a tissue

And that you had a whole box full.

They called us the wild ones

for we danced to a music

that they couldn't hear

and we played by rules

that they had never heard of

but we were not burdened by

their responsibilities

it was because we didn't have the

suits and ties we needed to get ahead in life

and fancy dresses to drink champagne in

but we had each other

and our wild minds

clawing at our skulls

like animals in a cage

yearning to breathe again

to see again

And I know that you too

have an animal

hidden

in the creases of your suits

and the floral prints of your dress

and trust me,

it's a wild one.

you're just afraid.

Spoken words

I know them not

Never heard any

Never said any

Too quiet here

In my world without

Any spoken words

I see your face

Animated with your words

See your lips move

While your eyes twirl

And hands weave the air

But I never hear

Your spoken words

In front of the mirror

I imitate your flow

Move my lips

And roll my tongue

All in front of the mirror

Where no one hears

My spoken words

Because before you

My hands are my lips

Dancing in the air

To the music

Only I can hear

And the lyrics are

All of my unspoken words

Like clues scattered

In naked sight

I read your secrets

Written in unshed tears

And fake smiles

For I listen, not hear

Every. Unspoken. Word.

The moon shines bright,

In the starless sky.

Across the valleys,

Across the sea.

The river lake,

An endless black.

Like a hole,

So deep and dark.

A single row boat,

Out on the river,

A young girl,

Sits on alone.

She paddles to the middle,

Preparing to dive.

Ready to start fresh,

Ready to try.

Jumping into the water,

Gasping for breath.

Knowing she won't make it,

She lets go at last.

The water against her skin,

Is dark and wet and cold.

Water burns her lungs,

And she tries to scream.

No sound emerges,

As she swallows her tears.

Remembering her choice,

As she faces her fear.

High above her head,

She sees the row boat.

Floating alone peacefully,

Rocking ever so gently.

The water brings her deeper,

As she sinks within.

A sudden feeling of calm,

Wavers inside her skin.

She knows it is okay,

As she stops to struggle.

Letting the water carry her,

She knows she's finally home.

And,

Across the sea,

Across the valleys.

In the starless sky,

The moon shines bright.

To him, I was nothing more than a cigarette.

My flame burned brightest when I first felt his lips, 

and each time after that I simply glowed.

But he didn’t care,

he inhaled the love and blew it away as a cloud of smoke, 

lost forever in the atmosphere.

He didn’t care how much ash fell to the ground, 

the only thing he cared about was the rush of the moment. 

And when he was done with me,

he dropped me on the floor, 

and went on to the next cigarette.