(True Story)

Sitting there so beautifully,
the one who had stolen my heart from me.
I walked right by
to catch his eye
but caught a pole instead.

When old was old and new was new,
before my heart beat fondly for you,
when lies weren't told and all was true,
I knew a better me.

When right was done and wrong was not,
before my battles with love were lost,
when everyone loved and nobody fought,
I knew a better me.

I miss the days when I was young;
I'd wake to see the rising sun.
I'd laugh and jump and skip and run.
The better me I knew.

Please help me find that younger me
when I would act so childishly
and had big dreams of who I'd be.
I need to find me.

Snowflakes whisper in my ears.
Snowflakes tickle my nose.
Innocent, crystallized, playful tears
that make my face childishly glow.

Plump little men that are made out of snow,
and buttons and over-sized clothes.
I'll stay outside to play with him, though,
I've lost all the feeling in my toes.

And angels descend down from the sky
and leave their marks on the ground.
They kiss the snow, oh so shy.
A sight exceedingly profound.

A cup of cocoa and off to bed!
The snow still falling so peacefully.
I close my eyes, my nose still red,
and find myself in snow-covered dreams.

Smiles like an angel,
     scrunches her nose from such sweet
          butterfly kisses.

secrets whispered 'cross his lips
with power to sink battleships

a simple story, old and new
beginning with an i love you

allowing for a ride of fate
with words of love and words of hate

but always filled with passion brewed
beginning with an i love you

and ending with the kiss of death,
a lonely tear, a hold of breath

a shattered world, a heart in two
beginning with an i love you

Strength is not the resistance of falling
nor the man who moves mountains by force.
It is not determined by weights lifted during training
nor the beads of sweat that trickle from his brow.
It is not muscle.
It is not efficiency.
Strength is not the ease displayed in times of adversity
nor the prevention of shedding tears.
It is not determined by hills run at an impossible pace,
the lack of aches and pains after exercise.
It is not hardness.
Is is not power.
Strength is the rise from tragedy,
the man who moves mountains by faith.
It is the lone blossom daring to bloom in the snow,
the drive erected from words meant to defeat.
It is persistence.
It is valor.
It is aspiration.
It is you.

The disruption of this element is clear on my face
Reality has poked me in the eye
reversing the cold, neglect I had chosen
as my best line of defense

Reality has poked me in the eye
Now I am aware of the cruelty in my heart I’d chosen
as my best line of defense
to avoid succumbing to a subsequent status

Now I am aware of the cruelty in my heart I’d chosen
to rid me of the burdens of life
to avoid succumbing to a subsequent status
with heart break and pain, tears and shame

To rid me of the burdens of life
I ignored the natural processes experience requires
with heart break and pain, tears and shame
and went where the grass was supposed to be greener

I ignored the natural processes experience requires
I’d planned to make my own magic
and went where the grass was supposed to be greener
only to find that there are more complexities in life than I’d known

I’d planned to make my own magic
to make things perfect despite the odds
only to find out that there are more complexities in life than I’d known
The disruption of this element is clear on my face