Dearly DepartedStop and think for a moment. Take yourself back through time, when the flowers stayed long enough in the spring. When the summer breeze cooled the days just enough to enjoy them into the midst of night. When we laughed, and played in the sleeping light, till our moms called us in.But things changed.They always do, don't they? Maybe if your father hadn't started drinking again. Or if your mother had just hugged you one last time. Maybe I could've saved you. Is it possible? What if I just would've called. I mean, I knew you weren't doing okay. They said you were sick..Why didn't I make that connection?I do it too you know. I mean, cutting. I cut too. Never on my legs. Just my arms, and sometimes my stomach. Oh, I didn't learn from you, don't worry. Just something I learned one day. That, when the boys called me fat because puberty didn't agree with me, I could take it out on myself, and it made it all better.I miss you. I really do. I didn't think anything of it, though. You were alw
StaticScratch the surface;Open the lid and look inside.Small little town, with people going by.Walking dogs, shooing cats, skating on their boards.Nothing ever changing, but are you honestly sure?Give it a shake. Watch them run and scream.Panicking! An earthquake; caused by man, but seen as God.Disrupt them, but only for so long.Sift through their memories.Small scenes of futures past.Children growing, but nothing subject to change.A still picture show? Or merely a picture in frame.Slow down, and set down your creation.Processing thoughts of future plans.Set it in a corner, to look at again.In futures time, lift the lid;Notice the same old frame going by again.
Soft SighsWhisper soft sighs ofIgnorance upon the wind.Soft breeze blowing chippedHair; mind dulled by emotion.Staring off into the sea.Soft lapping waves caressing yourFeet. They call for you. DareYou join?Darting eyes staring throughShadows of night. They come forYou. Just sit, why fight? It isYour time, theres no escape. Fate.The trees wave as you straddle by.Leaves meeting your lasting grace.Krishna waves, pressing flute toLips. Soothing music flowingOff his fingertips. CloseYour thoughts; they rape yourMind. Board yourself, do youReally wish to die?Hurt fills your mind, with illIntent. Calm your thoughts, withEager touch. Tell Rhayne goodbye.Youre not welcome to play; not tonight.Sit and pray, a gentle nod. AcceptanceOf things from darting cries. Loss ofOne! Will you unite again? One can onlyHope. Till then? Acceptance.
RebornI grab onto my wings,And spread them wide.I have once againLearned to fly.And even though, IMay trip and fall.It matters not.He is there to pickMe up by the hand, andGuide me through my nextFew steps. I shallAlways know, when weShall see each other again.I search through, and seeAll, but do not use mortalEyes. I hear all, butDo not require mortal ears.I taste, and feel, yet doNot use a mortal sense. IAm beyond this; intoThe astral.My guardian watching overMe, as I make mistakes, andGuides me to a new direction.A moral compass that doesn'tPoint north, east, south norWest, but guides me perfectly.Though broken, I have beenRepaired. Now I seekOut a new quest; I am its heir.I fly on the winds of savingGrace. Walk on the lands ofHeavens gate. Though I doNot pass through, what youWould expect. I still liveIn the Graceland.Follow me, and you shall goNowhere, but stay behind andYou shall be led astray. LestYou let your heart be open.But closed to those w