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MistakesMade a whole lot of errors,
Filled a bucket full of tears,
A rain cloud full of mistakes,
And a river full of fears.
A hurricane of regrets,
With a torpedo of lies,
A weather storm of mistakes,
But perfect in anothers eyes.
What I did was just a lesson,
And a lesson to be learned,
Through all my precious mistakes,
An experience is returned.
Made a whole lot of errors,
Through what I chose to be,
But an error makes a mistake,
And a mistake makes me, me.
To Bed, For LifeToday we lay a child to rest,
Daddy cries in Sunday best,
Through mamas veil they cannot see,
The tears she cries to set her free.
Granny clutches Grandpas arm,
As through the graveyard eerie calm
Rides the wind into the crowd,
The vicars voice unnaturally loud.
We celebrate a life so short,
And for her heart we spare a thought,
A loving family cruelly bereft,
Of a baby girl who to quickly left.
The mourners raise a voice as one,
Faces turned towards the sun,
They scatter Lilys where she lies,
And sing her to sleep with lullabies.
They crumble soil a loving trace,
And her bed shifts in its resting place,
And once its done they do not stir,
The wholesome earth that covers her.
IfIf I were a painter,
I'd paint your memories,
Your earliest day, and quirky way,
I'd paint you easily.
If I were a poet,
I'd scribble you some lines,
Of flower days, and country ways,
and other loving times.
If I were an author,
Your story I would write,
On every page, a different age,
as you slept alone at night.
If I were a teacher,
I'd give you all I know,
Of Classic lit and Ancient script,
And language as you grow.
If I were your lover,
I'd love you till the end,
Kiss you first, and quench your thirst,
and hold you while you mend.
But I am an observer,
In your heart, always a friend.
And there I see, I'll always be,
Anonymous until the end.
Dear Mr GlumHe stared moodily at the stack of letters in front of him and peeled open the front envelope, reading silently.
'Dear Mr Glum, I know what I want in life, and I know where I want to be...but how will I ever get there when I don't know how? Sincerely, Clear.'
Sighing, he tossed the paper aside and ripped open another envelope.
'Mr Glum, my girlfriend left me and I don't know where I stand or what to do, I want to be something, I want to exist...be recognised, but how can I when the best part of me is missing? Please help, Confused.'
He closed his eyes and tipped the chair back, the way that he'd always told his children not to do. He wondered at what age they would start disobeying his fragile advice. And had they already? He didn't know, he couldn't know, because he'd not seen them for five years. But pouring his heart and soul into helping others seemed like a suitable outlet.
He stared at the two open letters in front of him, the start of a long days wor
The Other SideYou send me the moon,
As I give you the sun,
You sprinkle the stars,
From the other side of the world.
Whilst you go through your day,
I work hard at sleep.
Whilst you achieve, I dream,
You make memories and I forget.
You send me an owls cry,
Whilst I give you birdsong,
My eyes close and yours open,
On the other side of the world.
InvisibleSome days it was easy,
They didnt even look,
Hiding from their eyes,
Was all it really took.
But other times they listened,
They tried to hear her voice,
Thats when she tried much harder,
To block out every noise.
At first invisible was lonely,
It was hard to learn the skill,
But after a few weeks of good practise
She could do it at her will.
It was easier than explaining
It took too long to reveal her thoughts,
Just sit back, let them ignore her,
Cleaner than the inside battle she fought.
Most people, they forgot her,
When she was visible they could not see,
They never suspected she was there,
Right where she was supposed to be.
She thought her plan was perfect,
To live life hidden from them all,
The thing she failed to realise,
Was the trip that caused her fall.
She forgot the catch in being unseen,
The fate she should have feared,
You can only pretend to be gone for so long,
Before you actually disappeared.
It was a day like any other,
As she walked in clear as glass,
The Cynical Woman "I have slept with the poor," he tells me,
as if this would entice me in!
"I've traversed the slopes of a mountain"
But that doesn't mean anything!
"I've photographed the depths of poverty"
But did you put end to the drought?
"I was there when the trade centres fell "
So how many people did you pull out?
"I've sat with the blind," He triumphes,
But did you give them their sight?
"I'm a 40 year old war veteran!"
But you didn't join in the fight.
"Now a few would proclaim me a hero.."
I sincerely doubt that they would.
"Last month I donated blood!"
I'd donate my heart if I could.
"So what can I say to impress you?"
Because that is the way to my heart?
"Well I don't know what you want from me.."
You can tell me the truth...for a start.
Bereft of A ManYou came in with the winds,
On a North Easterly breeze,
With the crisp chill of the winter,
And the bare skeletal trees.
You were solid and dependable
And the others wanted one, it's true,
Someone handsome and reliable.
They crafted their own versions of you.
Our time together was too short,
But you didn't hurt or cheat,
Driven in with soft snow,
And forced out with harsh sleet.
So the consistent male in my life,
And it is sad to admit it, I know,
Lasted no longer than a week,
Just A man made out of snow.
AssezWhen words fail me,
Listen to my Musique,
Fold into the Melody,
Of a haunting Echo.
With every Chord,
Accept my apology,
And every Forte,
Believe my love.
With each Crescendo,
Read my regrets,
And see my dreams,
In Dolce Piano.
In my Appassionato,
Follow my curve,
Take my lead,
In falling Amoroso.
As I play our song,
Know that I loved you,
A Prima Vista.
Smiling with Bocca Chiusa.
And even when the point,
Of Con Dolore arrives,
I am still here,
Still playing our song.
My hands travel the keys,
Perusing the ivory,
But always espressivo.
Geschwind, Getragen, Giocoso,
I play you with gustoso.
As you watch with Lamentoso,
I smile at you Lusingando.
My Nocturne is for you,
My voice Roulade,
With Zartheit and Calendo...Encore.
approval and apologiesI've always said that the day I can expose my wounds without later hiding them behind pretty words and sweater sleeves will be the day that I consider myself unpretentious. I want to see my vulnerability red and raw. I want the world to know that I can't confront it with a sling and a stone.
I don't want to pretend anymore.
Just let an entire galaxy fall down on me and don't grant me a wish.
I'll mend Orion's belt later and then apologize for catching someone else's falling star.
I just want to apologize to everything because I am sincerely sorry for and about everything.
I'm sorry that I threw a penny instead of a dime into Fountain Venus's hair yesterday. I'm sorry for your loss even though I'm not certain what you lost. I'm sorry that you're upset even though you don't look like you've been crying. I'm sorry that you looked into the mirror this morning and felt ten pounds fatter. I'm sorry that you've lost all hope, or rather that your injured mourning dove has finally awoken wi
handfulTo the boy with the frog in his hands:
I nearly asked your story.
I still wonder how you ended up there, on that day, with that frog nestled protectively in your palm.
I wondered if you'd spent the day at the pond, exuberantly tromping through the water, diving after each amphibian as they fled in frenzy. I wondered if you were taking it home as a pet and would spend many a night telling it tales you felt were too special for human ears. I wondered if you'd take him on adventures as your trust-worthy companion and together you'd fight back swarms of wasps and mosquitoes; your most manageable foes.
Or perhaps you intended to show your frog to a classmate; as a prize to make the other boys grin or a tool to make a certain little girl squeal. You'd always said she was as ornery as a toad (and thought to yourself that she quite resembled one).
Maybe later that night found you asking your mother if princes could kiss frogs too.
Maybe, despite her assurance that they most definitely could no
CarnivorousIf you were a bird,
your feathers would be grey
and long-- like your fingers.
Your vision would be keen
Spotting the smallest of prey from a mile away
And your talons would be lethal and sharp.
If you were a bird, I'd be a fish.
Tentatively darting from rock to nook
in hopes that no eyes would befall me
I'd dwell in shallow water,
Too terrified to swim in the dark.
The sun would glint off each scale.
And no matter how far away you were
you'd spot me, without a doubt,
That little glint in the stream.
You'd dive towards me,
Feathers a blur and your talons out
With a cry that would paralyze me.
And before I could hear my mind screaming,
before I could remember my fins,
You'd pluck me from the only world I've ever known.
And it'd be nothing to you, to just drop me
And leave me to flounder on shore--
A meager casualty in your quest to survive.
You'd dive down to watch me gasping
without an ounce of guilt in your eyes
and then you'd step on my heart.
And your talons would hold me
BooksThere's a warmness and kindness and comfort to books
I can't fully understand
They're a world and a journey, a solace, a friend
You can hold in the palm of your hand
And no matter how awful, how scary, how sad
No matter the sorrow or rage
The magnificent, glorious thing about books?
You can simply turn the page.
carvingsHer lips spoke only sweetened lies
In hushed whispers and softened tones.
She held secrets beneath her skin
In the ruts carved deep in her bones.
She thought to cut in and expose them
All the secrets and lies she possessed
But who of sound mind would believe
All the untruths she strove to suppress?
Still the scrawl on her bones burned within her
Seared her skin, scorched her flesh, marred her veins
'Til the secrets she'd guarded so dearly
Scarred her skin in scarlet-lettered stains
yellow wallpaperI step into a room, which casts
A sickly yellow glow,
And wonder at the many hidden
Secrets it might stow.
This mysterious wallpaper
With its many blatant faults
Must contain a wondrous riddle
Concealed deep within its vaults.
It surely holds a story.
Every aspect is a clue
To the tale that lurks within it
Always just beyond my view.
In the past, many have tried
To see the meaning in each line.
But I'm certain that its story
Was meant to be solely mine.
I must write, though I am weary.
I must tell the world the tale
Of the woman trapped behind
This ever-shifting yellow veil.
Her desperate attempts to leave
Are simply maddening to me
Try as I might to help her out
I simply cannot set her free.
I tear at her paper prison
As their desperate voices shout
But no matter how I shred these walls
I can't get myself out.
HauntedI struggle to avoid a glance
That captures me within a trance
And paralyzes me with fright
The knowledge that not all is right
For something else seems to appear
Each time I glimpse into a mirror
It bears resemblance to my face
But something strange is out of place
I stare into these odd green eyes
and see a trickster in my guise
A laughing glint that gleams within
My face etched with an impish grin
I quickly tear away my gaze
As if awaking from a daze
I turn my back, try not to see
Those eyes that surely follow me
NightlyOn the edge of something real,
You can hear them call your name
Prowling the perimeter
Of the sanity you claim
They taunt you with their laughter
And lunge towards you in the night
As they weave webs of nightmares
That could smother you in fright
And you push the boundaries back,
Try to keep them well away,
But they come with strength renewed
At the end of every day
Perhaps tonight they'll get you
When you're deep and fast asleep
They'll creep in ever slowly
And, into your dreams, they'll seep
But for now, you're wide awake
And quite safe and sound therefore
No creatures coming for you
And no shadows hovering o'er
Now, should they ever take you
In the very dead of night
Don't fear, for that's what they want
Do not scream and fight in fright
Remember that you're dreaming
That you're really safe in bed
Then tell yourself it's nothing
That it's all inside your head
And someone's there to save you
From all of your dread and fear
So sleep on ever soundly
And be certain they are near
It's OkayThe piano keys are black and white,
Fireworks only work at night,
Stars are dead in pure daylight,
Thoughts and dreams fall out of sight.
But amongst the bland are shades of grey,
Music works in colourful ways,
A run of chords played yesterday,
Their melodies life your fears away.
Fireworks replace the dying sun,
Stars are there and do live on,
Dreams will stay with everyone,
And when today is over, tomorrow will come.
Bursts of colour, an endless sea,
Let it go, what will be will be.
Embrace your life, and naturally,
It will be okay youll see.
Well get there and by and by
Way up there in a sun-dipped sky,
Youll soon realise that its not a lie,
We dont need a pair of wings to fly.
And fireworks light the end of day,
Black and white, when mixed, make grey,
If you fail they love you anyway,
Were all as one...and its okay.
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