The Chill of MeltingThe loving hands which shaped these feathersbade me fight the fire and forsake the water,find the space between.Then those hands released me from our cage,and from my mind all was gone.The empty openness of the skywas the same as that of my mind.Curiosity flew to me on her silver wingsand, landing on my back,bade me soar.She flew into my throat and sat in my heartwarming her iced hands at the fire of my freedom.She bade the flames burn brighter,for her hair was tangled with frost,her eyes had become crystals of ice,and snow now flowed through her veins.She sang to me a song of winter,and in the spring sunI sprung from the cold shadows.Her breaths of mist filled my wingsand chilled my blistering skin.Her icy tears streamed from my ember eyes.She gathered the cinders in her icicle fingersand cooled my burning fear.But as she sang her song,the fire bade me fall.Curiosity’s laughter screamed in my ears.As the ashes swirled like snow,I floated past the soft
LabyrinthDarkness will, in this maze,scream in the ears of wanderers.Darkness will, in this labyrinth,crawl into the hearts of men.Darkness will, in this endless hall,silence escaping words and drag the rain from eyes of children.Darkness will, in this prison,prevail.
ColorlessFeel openness around you,lending its strength to the worn woodbending beneath youand holding you up.The trees clutch you close to their chests,comforting your unseeing eyes.In the quiet around youblooms the silent flower,your own breathing the only thing to soundalongside the avian lullabiessinging the sun to cool slumber.Swallow the birds’ calls,keeping the chill of the night from your skin.Hear the trees’ heartbeat,beating a rhythm for your own.Breathe in the silencepooling about you.Because when you’re aloneyour empty eyes can see.
Red LeatherMy eyes kissed the tough wagon,“I’m afraid I’ve surprised you” said the wheel,as red leather rocks took the shock and flew.They flew twice as high as the wall,flew past the stars and grew into the moon,as the clouds sang, loud proud and true.The frog sat inside the mailbox,as someone pushed a pile of post,the wide face swung forward and bit.Paper bruised and cut its poor throat,so our little frog melted to soft mudand snow fell on the hot tarmac.Wavering heat feasts on bones,bones disowned by the scrap dogs.Children mutter proverbs in silence,their eyes lamps of sugar and spiceand as the gasping earth drinks its tea,lambs die and no one hears their cries.
Away From HomeChantel walked along the boring, grey hallway like she did everyday on the way to group therapy. Walking down those halls really reminded her how much she hated the color grey. The walls were grey, the ceiling was grey, the furniture was grey, the sky outside was often grey; the color grey seemed to be a pandemic and, the first point of infection was the building she now lived in. She was an inpatient at a sanitorium surrounded by bucolic fields, trees and, as Chantel had figured when she arrived, nothing else. Thinking about the surrounding countryside reminded her of how she had been dropped at Mountainview Sanitorium by her untenably furious parents just a week ago. However, it seemed like years since she was sitting in the leather back seat of the family Volkswagen, duffel bag at her feet. The door to group therapy and the face of her friend Claire woke her from her reverie.“Dude, lets go! Doc is gonna kill us if we’re late again,” Claire smiled as she remembered
You are LovedI want you to knowThat someone cares about you;And if you can't think of who,Just know that I do.If there's somethingI can promise you;It is that you are loved,And the world would be lessWithout you.So, please,Pull through.
Characters we made...It's a proof,That the Characters you created lives.That Characters you made,They can feel emotions.That Characters you draw,They can be like humans.You are the reason,Why they are here.You give them Names,Identities,Personalities,EVERYTHING.Because of you they exist.That's why we need to hold them close to our hearts.They also need love and care,Treat them as our own family.They laugh with you, They cry with you,They know what you feel.Because of them you're positive and smiling.Don't ever forget them, Never abandon them,Don't ever lose them.They are our precious treasures,That cannot be replaced.
A simple HeartHe remains bewildered before her calm eyes,a sorry escaping his lips for the millionth time.Yet with a shrug, she smiles and lets him knowit no longer mattered, he only broke a heart.
I'm FineI'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.Clearly you see that I'm not.But really I'm fine.Always have been.But no I'm not.I'm not fine.Saying your fine means nothing.It is a lie.But I say it anyways.It's all I can say.To keep them away.Because telling them won't help.Because they don't understand.Explainations won't do.So I say those two words.Just to keep them satisfied.While my mind scream "I'M NOT FINE".My lips are in a straight line.I show no signs of being "not fine".But that's just a mask.So really, I'm not fine.But I'll keep saying it.I'll keep saying it till you're satisfied.Because it's my problem.It's never your problem.So you shouldn't have to worry.But I want you to worry really.But telling you that is selfish.I can't be selfish.Selfish is bad.Not good.So if you ask,Yes I am fine.But no I am not fine.I am far from it.But I'll tell you that lie again.So you don't make that face.Even thought I'm not fi
GayI am gay.I'm not a disease, I'm not a problemI'm not an afflictionI don't need treatment.I don't need helpI'm not sickI'm not confusedI'm not a sin.I am gay.I'm your daughterYour sisterYour friendYour co workerYour classmateYour acquaintanceA complete strangerI am gay.I need love, just like youI need smilesI need supportI need a hugI need a friendI need a familyI need acceptanceI need understandingI need youI am gay.I know what love isI know what pain isI know what hate isI know what life isI am gay.And I need you to love meThe same way you loved me before you knewI am gay.And I have experienced hateFrom more people than just youI am gay.And I wont change.I wont give up.I wont back down.I wont pretend.I wont lie.I wont deny.I wont hide.I wont hurt.I am gay.And that's okay.
Who we areWe are memoriesHiding in the shadows of painSearching for remediesFalling down slowly with rainWe are musicWe liveCollecting treasuresPainting souls with lifeWe lieWe don't seeBurning to ashesWe liveSinging like sirensSeducing our enemies, we prayChoosing paths for others, for us, we failedGranting wishes for lovers, we payGetting behind liars, turning into fightersWe playWe are memoriesLost fractures of hopeMagical beings created by loveRaised by angels and GodWe are musicCreated by sound of a thunderPainted with blood of a hunterWe are who we areWe get back to the startWhere we begunForgotten children of the starsWe are
You are StrongYou are so, so strong.Whatever you’re going through,Just keep onKeeping on.The time it takesMight be short or long,But you will findThat perfect placeWhere you belong.Just hold on.
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyof passions and talents,of guitars and stars,with such breathless intensitythen stops short andapologisesfor speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life,someone she loved broke her heartby ignoringher beautiful wordsand telling her toshut up,keep it down,nobody cares.People aren’t born sad.We make them that way.
Red~ Whether it be a warm glow of care,Or a fiery hue of rage,Your eyes reflectAll of your soul's desires.
Let me Go.I scrub and claw,and the water runs clearbut the blood on my handsis red as ever,it beats and pulseslike the blood in my veins.Turning my back,I'm giving up.I'm returning to my haven,not so safe,not so sound,where I scream.