I fear That now There is no real me. I wear a mask of personality And pretend I’m happy.
There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,
Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
He drapes his hand over the mounta… Brushes his fingertips over the fi… His breath dusts the windowpanes w… He cries for Spring, his tears fa… Soft mounds of snow form below him…
I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.
Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,
Notes rolling off of my fingers The right hand sings a soft melody… The richer undertones of the left… Flowing and melting in swirling ma… The quiet inner voice on the right…
Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows
I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,
The clouds in the distance Sit, patient Oblivious to my need For rain They promise the rain
The wind– A finicky rush That has to be somewhere else All the time. The faint echoes of summer
We used to have the same lunch, didn’t we? We used to laugh at the same jokes… wouldn’t we? We were woven from the same fabric
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
morning rays peeking through the c… dancing close to you quiet stories told in the dark sleeping in movie nights
Knowledge is pain, Knowledge is power. The beauty of knowledge Seems so tangible and so beautiful… That mankind must have it.
