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Clown Town 9/6/2017 Show me your face. It won't be seen. The makeup you can erase. If you have been where I've been. Are you down with the clown? Do you see the smile that frowns? Do you feel the depth of this town? If he is deserving does he claim a crown? He hides the face that shows us all. The clown is bright and ready to fall. For that is the plight of a joke. That is gagging as he chokes This town bleeds a fomented face. She dreams of a perfect place. The dream ends and she is still. The hesitates but takes the pill.

The Real Title ( A child's lament ) 5/20/17 I was always under the impression that it mattered what I felt. And yet you have covered my face in shame. My feelings are tattered. I drink to hide my pain. My family would shout and cry. I will lie and lie and lie. How can I explain? How can I complain? My brain is not right. My shadows refuse to see light. My dad died before I was born. His legacy will be so much better than mine. The expectation is mighty high. I can't compete with this guy. Do you know the pressure you put upon me? Do you realize what you want me to be? I will fulfill some secret life. I will cut through with this silve

The Sun is a Bright Reminder 11/24/16 The sun rises and sets for you. I have no regrets it's true. The wind came over me like a cold blanket. The snow falls like tears. I wanted to be that special someone. You could look up to me. But I fell over the cliff and it wasn't meant to be. So I climb back up cause I was taught to fight back. It took all my strength to fill all I lack. We had a love that I thought was real. We had a metal that I thought was steal. Let me be what I am supposed to be. Why don't you support me? Sometimes it won't last. Most times it is our torturous past. I know my faults stand out. they scream and meander abou

The Moon Shows All 10/17/16 She dances in the moonlight. The stars light up her dress. I watch from a safe distance. Wondering if what I see is real. She twists in the night and the curves of her body fill the air with purpose and sense. I am enamored by her calm. A storm is coming and I am afraid I will lose her to the rain. I see the suffering in her eyes and the unending pain. Her white dress glows and grows and the moon slides and flows. Across the sky it sends a sign that I conclude makes her mine. Should I interrupt her reverie? Can I breakup her nightmare? What can I possibly make her see? To show how much I care? The moon gives

The Journey is Real 11/19/15 My mind is a mine filled maze. My heart is a skipped beat that pumps pain. My face is etched misery lined with a false bravado. And as I examine my woes I can't help but think how minuscule they are compared to some. Who am I to complain? Who is listening anyway? Every day I breathe should be a good day. The salt in my wounds can be washed away. Sometimes I am overwhelmed. I see the treacherous mountain I must climb and somehow stumble over small stones of little consequence. My focus determines my path and lights my sight. I have no one by my side. I am alone and terrified. One step at a time I shall cl

My Invisible Friend  11/19/15 Are you there? Can you hear me? I cannot reveal you. They won't understand. I am alone. I am lonely. Please answer me. Only you can comprehend. My family fails. My sister shuns. My mother is distracted. My father isn't around. You have been here with me. You lay with me at night when the shadows increase and I am lost. It frightens me and I cannot fathom my life without you. What will they think? Will they believe in what they cannot see? Will they believe in me? Just because you can't be seen doesn't mean you haven't been. I am young and afraid. There are boundaries you've laid. Please believe in what you

The Doner 7/27/15 I've had a good life. I have no regrets. It's time for me to die. What will be my legacy? These are things I wonder. How will I be remembered? Who will mourn me? Have I done enough? Did I appreciate the air I breathe? So I made a decision. A choice of the heart. When I die I will donate parts of me. Parts I hold dear. If in the future I can be helpful to someone who is without - that will be my purpose. My corneas, which helped me view beauty and ugliness in this world. I will give to someone who can't see. Maybe they have been blind all their life or maybe it's new and it kills them. If I can give them a glimpse of w

Golden Hair of Solice  4/7/15 What do I say about sweet sweet Kay? Her spirit inspires me every day. She is beautiful inside and out. Of this truth, I have no doubt. Her support is unending and as big as her heart. Her talent is shown through her unique art. I am proud to call her my dear friend. I shall be there for her till the end.

Unnatural Disaster 3/19/15 There is a fault line in our relationship. Like tectonic plates that shift - the friction between us is palpable. The tension builds until release and the quake shakes us to our knees. The aftershocks echo the worst and the ripple effect has taken over. And I don't know when we stopped caring. Who's fault is it? Mine or yours? I see the guilt in your glistening eyes. I feel the pain caused by our lies. We are powerless as this line becomes a valley and we lack the strength to build a bridge of forgiveness. The fragile tether that holds us together is frayed and decayed. Erosion is a slow, gradual process. O

Silver Sea of Destiny  1/26/15 So I wished to take her away from those golden fields. And bring her to the silver sea of destiny. Would she let me comfort her? Would she allow me to dry her tears? She reluctantly agreed to my heartfelt plea. And I whisked her away hoping to keep her pain at bay. We arrived on the shore and the silver moon was smiling. I knew deep down this would not be easy. But nothing worthwhile ever is. I embraced her tightly for I had no words. Her will was broken and her golden hair was in shambles. How could I fix what the world had done? How could I erase the damage incurred? So we sat on the beach and watched