Peace

We sat on a bench, over head a weeping willow’s limbs branched out

In the shade of a dim cold day she said “disconnect your self from the world and you will find peace”

I sat there utterly confused, lost in changes that happened so sudden

I closed my eyes and tried immersing myself in the moment.

How can the world be so calm and surreal for a moment in time?

I heard police sirens as cops drove by

A cry of a lost little girl

A gunshot sounding clear and crisp in the powder blue skies

A shrill scream of terror

The last breaths in a fight for survival

Empathy floods into my heart, I finally understand

All I hear now is wind

I open my eyes meeting a pair so wise and full of life.

A faint smile creased with wrinkles, she spoke softly once more

“Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart”

A reassuring pat on the back and she was gone, faint foot steps retreating slowly

Taking in the world with such perspective.

Angel of Hope

What a wood figure, one that stands before my eyes
enticing encouragement, with an unlit lantern hanging in her hands
perhaps it's my job to light the fire
angel of hope
the angel has no face, maybe it better off this wooden figure has no eyes
so that her facial expression would not match mine
with a broken pride i believe that a fire is lit at the moment
kindling softly with an iridescent glow
waiting for me to come around again so the fire can burn faster
One day it will burn again with such passion, but not today

Broken Glass

The rainy day felt bitter on her tongue
The window was open, not by choice
Broken glass lay on the floor
Shards waiting to be picked up
It was on of those days it felt like she was walking on broken glass
Outside the window lies a picture frame,
Perfectly broken with a life time of memories
Cuts with slivers of glass slicing into the flesh
nothing could feel worse
Lost in a whirlwind of anger and grief
Water pools around the picture, forming a puddle
emerging it under water
She is drowning
Nothing is gaining from what she's lost
Just feelings misconstrued, a fight between lovers
Ending with a suitcase by the door and another night to herself
She thinks of the bruises forming on her shaken body
Her story remains unheard, she still loves him
She will always go back to him
No, this is not a case of domestic violence in her mind
This is what happens when opposites attract

Too hard

Is it too hard to go out of your way to help a friend in need?

Well, I thought it’d be nice considering I was always there for you

Listening to all the mishaps life has created

Telling you not to worry, it’s just a phase

You live and you will learn

So tell me how I fit in this equation?

You plus life equals advice

I may be bad at math but can we subtract from your selfish ways?

I may not ask or beg for guidance

I might be silent but certain things are seen

Signals show you I am discouraged and you are in need

The green light says go and you’re stuck at a stop sign

Maybe a road block is to blame

I remember a time when this road was built for two

Now only going one way in the opposite direction

We’re getting further and further away

And the distance is blinding for my hollow eyes

Tell me is a phone call away too much?

So is this friendship going to continue like this?

Because we aren’t really going anywhere

Daisy

The beautiful thing about this flower is when it blooms
It stands so tall and unsure of the world
But willing to reveal it’s self
Until one day, it gets trampled on by a foolish boy
Or picked by a love stricken girl
Repeating the lines
“He loves me, he loves me not”
Over and over again
Deflowered and thrown away since it lack no beauty
Until spring rolls around next year
And the feelings are the same rooted deep beneath the soil

Trying to sleep tonight

She listened to music softly, at night hoping to lull her to sleep

She sings along, gazing at a wooden sculpture of an angel by her bedside

As always, she’s the last one awake in her household

She closes her eyes for a desperate attempt for slumber

As if it held character traits, it stubbornly won’t come

A discontent sigh erupts from her mouth

With a million thoughts racing through her mind

she wants to know how she ended up this way.

She wonders if this is more than temporary

She knows this is not a way to live

She’s on the path to inner peace

Hoping tranquility and wisdom will calm her restless soul

She hums along to bittersweet instrumentals

One eye drooping to match the other.

Promise

Promise me you won’t forget me

I’m not exactly here

And we’re not giving it our all

We are slowly slipping

It doesn’t feel right

Things are not in place

Falling into the wrong puzzle

Pieces are missing

And it feels like we’re giving up too soon

Promise me we won’t give up

We are fighters

But you’re sitting on a fence

And fighting your own demons

Just promise me in all your days

You won’t forget who I am.

I promise I never will.

Feathers Fallen

There was a bird that was perched on a limb
Feathers depressingly molting, falling ever so gracefully to the bottom of a cage
Needing to spread it's wings and soar amongst the clouds
It holds dreams no other can see
A visionary locked up so it doesn't fly away
Once a tiny delicate egg, it was taken and born into this cage as a hatch ling
These barren see through walls is all it's ever known
Neither owners nor visitors stop for companionship
To reflect on the gentle creature before it's eyes
It is forgotten and wanting to be free
It coos as dawn breaks outside the window
Perched on a limb of the cage
This bird sings a lonely song
Wishing to fly

Cynics aren't always true believers

We are never too young to be cynics
We are never wrong when we uphold our feelings
After we've burned once all that's left is scar tissue
Dead tissue, dead feelings and possibly a hardened heart
Each story different, our ears were meant for listening
we are all empathetic but we never take pity
angst, a sharp tongue and quick wit
we are the first to judge
we disagree with your silly antics
it seems as an outrage, stirring up controversy
we will take you down to prove our point
It's just an opinion that everyone is able to be loved
we laugh in mockery, love is for the foolish
and we are not one for the taking
you said we are to young to be cynics
but as a cynic i disagree

Dreaming past realism

I am a dreamer
and I see a future with hope.

as if I were a fortune teller with a crystal ball at hand

Eyes focused, peering intently on a day dream.
Reality comes bouncing in with a questioning thought
"Will this ever be certain?"
I will never be sure.
Reality and dreams are always fighting a constant battle
Causing an ache in my heart
I guess this is the price i pay
When my head is in the clouds,
and my feet are barely touching the ground

Miles away from reason
I rest my head, falling back into a dream with out slumber,
as if I were never awake.
It seems as if eternity lies forever in one simple thought.