Every night you squeeze your pillow that comfort your sad thoughts
Every night your pillow hears your prayers
Inbetween Your flashbacks of the past
While whispering under the sheets
secrets told your pillow will keep
Every night you snuggle your pillow for security
Your pilliow is there to help ease the pain
A cushion to soften the strain
And collect your fallen tears
You will get through it
I know you will
sleep on it and think things through
Your pilliow can help you..

tarnished  
throat of brass
spirits dancing
wild and free
on puffs of wind
soaring and floating
with each note  
from the depths of
my soul through  
something so beautifully  
my saxophone plays
Its own masterpiece

the thorns in my throat
are hard to maintain
it needs to be known
that I am in pain
its my turn to speak
on just how I feel
its very hard to say
but I need to heal

my smile is like a waterfall
I'm standing under its flow
my heart it is so very sad
my tears they drop so slow

my eyes are soggy and very wet
my cheeks are two red fire *****
stained with so such pain
for my true love I've not found yet

he is so cold hearted
stealing her sweetness
making her tears fall hard
like hail in an ice storm
Iike cigar smoke he envelopes
her air stealing her breath  
a bad habit she can't break
she curve around him  
like a beautiful harp
while he plays that song  
that breaks her heart

thoughts are draining
from every inch of my mind
yet I can't find the last line

I'm slaving at my desk
racking my brain for
the perfect words

my soul is ****** dry
not one single drop of
inspiration for me to try

infused with strength
escaping the devious ways
of a dark suductive soul
continually breathing in those
spoken words known to be lies
leaving behind the scars
that's very hard to disguise

"Tomorrow's Swan"
         
              beautiful and proud
              reflecting on nights water
              is tomorrow's swan

"Motionless"
        
              Gently flowing
              the liquid mirrored quiet
              motionless I cry

"Beautiful Swan"
        
              a beautiful swan
              the river makes no sound
              in a timeless space

"Her Wings"

              whistles of her wings
              slicing through the cool waves
              stillness of the swan

"Swan Attack"

              I watch from the shore
              her struggle to stay afloat
              an attacking swan

no words in the world
could really describe
what I feel deep inside
I wrote a letter in my mind
that turned into a message
that I wanted to send
hoping you it will find
by sailing through the wind

I received your letter one day
it really had me thinking
bringing tears to my eyes
with no real reason why
friends I thought we were you and I
but all I found inside was
the sad words "Good-bye"

personality can be a life taker
full of weight; a heart stalker
a manipulator; a mirror breaker
hold on to the pieces
smooth and sharp
love from others around you
can glue the shards back
yet cracks my still show
no one is perfect for the
light of life still will glow
stay positive; have faith
don’t let go...

a golden mare
strength and power
inspiration and imagination
flowing in rhythm or rhyme
thoughts in words I share
passion moving forward in time
roads of emotions; feelings I stride
paths of decisions; thoughts I ride
experiencing; distance and abilities
within my mind galloping the margins
of my quenching desire written
running wild and free
a golden horse
the perfect palomino of poetry

with each gust of gloom
transparent emotions flow
a whistling tender breeze
lingering a lonely rhythm

realigning clouds of smog  
hovering tattering trees
leaving behind a silhouette
absorbing shadows of sorrow

all alone a locked heart
searching for unknown hope
humming the bitter dreams
of a darkened and lost soul

the brightest of nights
are lost in the shadows
cloud’s are sighing arched
over the unknown land
waving knowing that star
will fade and the sun will set
the eyes are remembering
the act of its beauty; yet the
heart will never forget

holding on to the sky;
staring a little longer
just can’t help but drown
in the hues of silence
nothing describes it better
than the unreality of the moon
holding the world together

strands of gray in my hair
always a smile on my face
with such a heart of gold
stress it is everywhere
yet I still feel old
I'll say this to us all
age is just a number
a ticket of life to hold

time is a funny thing yet even
the Earth doesn't like it sometimes
when the blue sky has lost hope
rain drops tears that fall from
gray clouds that hover and mope
the wind blows a misty whimper
a gusty and a breezy attitude
thunder then throws a temper
crashing with a loud tantrum
lightning strikes random rods
packed and full of emotions
and all together nature's tune
storms Earth up a bad mood
yet it amazes me how Earth
spins and hits nothing

yesterday went in a flash
today with a blink of an eye
yet tomorrow will go just the same
Wow...how quickly life passes us by

the music of night and day
here, there, everywhere
lightness and darkness
within time's yearly tune
a slow yet beautiful sway
the sun verses the moon
around the Earth they run
not a race yet in rotation
one fading behind the other
as the ticking hours toc away
around the calender's notation
of yesterday, today and tomorrow
molded together by mother nature

when the words are hard to express out loud
or other people just can't seem to understand
I write to release all my anger or frustration
grabbing a pen or a sharpened pencil in my hand
leaving smudged lead or wet ink on my finger tips
scribbling jotting down all the thoughts that attack
conquering my mind trying hard to escape my lips
releasing emotions that pull me down or hold me back
the knotted tongue of confusion is loosen now untied
I'm able to climb out from the depths of the dark pit
grabbing Life's sturdy rope that depression tried to hide

my thoughts aren't always sublime
my grammar could be right or wrong
trapping my mind; forming a block
where the words might be hard to find
a notebook in my pocket; a pen in my hand
always seeing everything so inspiring
sometimes others can't seem to comprehend
leaving wet ink to dry on my finger tips
dreaming, thinking, jotting down the thoughts
that's conquering my mind trying to escape my lips
being who I am I make writing an everyday task
for there seems to always be something on my mind
to write or not to write is the question to ask

once treasured
like a gem
a strong, beating
yet fragile heart
struggling alone
caged now trapped
in hopes and fears
garding the only key
to its loving soul

lies they cover the heart with
a very thin see through mask
yet no heart is made of stone
those words of jagged lies
they cut through the bone
causing some tattered edges
of puffy pain filled eyes
leaving continuing scars

the truth may hurt causing
a misty covered mirror
a tear or two may chip
opening the eyes answering
those questions in thought
causing doubt but never asked
the truth may be a bit messy
but it will always set you free

flowing with sweet whispered melodies in my ears were his words
holding me tight as if I was in his arms listening to his heartbeat
touching me with such passion as if he was using his hands
searching for just the right place to control; arousing my valley’s bloom; burning with his desire arching my spine feeling his passionate fire; caressing me as I feel his galloping warmth across my skin; longing for his trotting steed riding and charging his oh-mighty lance; combined with lust building up that tumultuous special moment; pleasing me as I return to him the pleasure moaning his knightly name; only his written words can whisper so sweetly to his devoted maiden

she's not mad at him
she place all blame on herself
they both agreed; only friends with benefits
she can't change the way he feels about her
so why does she put herself directly
in the line of fire

even if it may sooth the urge
for just a little while
maybe she'll add an extra
splash of red or pink
to her lips enticing him
to pucker up

she doesn't want to be alone yet she knows
he is just her imaginary substitute
a fake smile, holding back her tears,
and walking away into her cave of loneliness
will the lights of love ever come on for her
or will she be sitting in the dark forever?

you gave them honesty and respect
but they've turned the other way
and yet they want to know
if they were loved by you
they say they'll never hurt you
but now you've found yourself in pain

dont go back to them my friend
they were never meant for you
let them go for it's their loss
just be the diamond that you are
let your smile shine so bright
and show off your unique light

caught in a spell
caged; blocked,
closed and locked
covered in tears
ink smudged
paint dried
all useless
patience is missing
running out of ink
words unclear
and unwritten

stripped love
rinsed in pain

a silenced heart

absorbing hurt
just falling apart

still breathing with
agony poring rain

every beat un-zips

feelings deep inside

yet in the chest
is where they hide

This is a poem I must write,
and hopefully not recite
I feel like an old, twisted,
used dish towel thrown across a kitchen sink
my insides opened wide, and the color of pink
pushed aside like nothing at all
just hanging there waiting to fall
I can’t even comprehended
what my heart must feel
this feeling inside can’t be real
there is just no answer; but when will it end?

he kissed her yet still
felt the pain of acrimony
when saying his goodbye
he just can’t let go
however he wondered
was it possible to avoid
the shattering pieces of
the effervescent confusion
filling the walls of his heart

like paint through bristles
ink is spilling out
of my overfilled pen
bleeding onto the paper

scribbling notes
in a usual cliche
curling my words
hoping they stay

for a weaver of words
I am without any
I couldn't describe
snatches of my sanity

writing is an extension
of the mind and
I am out of mine

a puzzled face so flushed and bent
thinking over it hard and so effected
with a broken heart saying goodbye
to the broken soul that gave up
yet no one really knows why