I had met tears by chance
I can't recall how or when it all started
My heart felt sick
My eyes just surrendered to this weird feeling
Water coming out
Slowly rolling down my cheeks
Gently caressing them
A little bit of it seeping through into my mouth
At first it kinda' stung me
A salty taste settling on my tongue
After a while though i got used to it
But little had i imagined at that point of time that these tears....
....these precious little diamonds would become my best friends
Now they have become more than friends
We are in fact soulmates now
Destined to be together
Whenever i need them they are always there for me...
....without fail they always come to my rescue
Whenever the strain on my soul gets too much
More often than not my eyes just let loose
And i give in to this weird and yet powerful feeling

My greatest
fear is that
eventually
I'll only
be a hollow shell

After over
exposure
through these
words

And cursed
to conjure
deep mysteries
while searching
for a place
in this
world

Maybe something simple will suffice
I can see a lot of light
But I love even your darkness
My fingers spell your name
In dead languages
I can't read, but I can sing
Even louder than your demons scream

Maybe its not as simple as I would like
I can see a lot of life
But death in your hair I want to hold
My fingers draw your face
There's no color, but every line
Becomes the reason I will live
Even the pain you feel is my hope for tomorrow

A poet is an artist
Not a mimic
Copy.....
Paste
A word here or there
A feeling before
Said again
With less meaning
And no feeling
A poet is an artist
And artists create
A soul......
Soul
Soul is original
Displayed on a page
Like never before

No one else can say what you say
The way you say it

When everything hurts and you're broken inside
Where do you run
When there's nowhere to hide?
Who do you call when you can't even talk?
The tears mumble up your words
The judge and jury
Of your broken hopes and dreams
Have found you guilty of being human
Worn and weary
Your soul is tired of fighting
Your eyes are tired of crying
The reality of what has been lost is horrifying
Inside, broken dreams linger
Where will you go to pick up the pieces?
Will you ever forgive yourself?