Thursday, August 14, 2008


That soft, tingly feeling,
the one created by your hand,
eases my being
to quiet slumber.

My head rests
on your warm shoulder
as you caress my face again.

that's what it boils down to.
I will never release
this epic feeling of hope.


Silent musings
from troubled days,
empty memories
will never fade.
Slumbering emotions
come to pass
but soon they'll dissolve
into nothing but ash.
Eyes open to blinding light,
suddenly the world
is held in sight.
A cold, dead heart
heated by summer rays,
this new awakening
for a new day.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

The Liar

I lie,
I know I do.
My lie is simple -
my lie is that I'm okay.

My being radiates joy
but it is merely the costume
-the prop-
for the play.

My sorrow runs deep
and my lie only covers
surface space.
You only see the lie.

I want to heal,
to be honest again,
but I don't know how
to make the lie the truth.

Companionship to heal my heart,
or something to come from within
or maybe a needed closure
with the creator,

the one who makes me lie.
I lie to hid my broken heart,
the heart that can't seem to heal,
but I lie to say I'm okay.

It makes me sad
to see you believe,
but maybe it would hurt more
if you were to know the truth.