The worlds tears have fallen from cold, distant clouds
that slowly begin to recede
Allowing the tempting sun to mingle with the occasional
showers
Off in the distance, you can see her
Emerging through whites, greys, and the invading soft blue
She stands out, shows color in a shaded place
... is unique
No end
No beginning
A mystery to those lacking the ability to intertwine
logic and imagination
Her layers rest calmly against one another
each with her own perspective
its own personality
Never afraid to show her real colors
Refuses to let opposite emotions empower the other
able to find the beauty in both
If you're lucky
you'll discover all the riches she offers
A task that has to be completed

Deep within my pantry surrounded
By recipes for blueberry and apple pie
There is a leathery old thing
Its pages worn to an unattractive yellow
It was the last thing I expected my mother to keep
But I reached for it and read

The Real Recipe for Life
You will need:
A love who sees the beauty in others
Not only in the mirror
Someone to call your angel
Someone to call your devil
A tear of sadness and of joy
A passion that goes above survival
And a handshake with Death

To properly prepare
Mix and spread evenly throughout your life

Her makeup is splattered on her face
Too much of it
Almost clown-like
And sloppy
She's insecure
Probably reeling from heartbreak

Her hair is pulled back
She hasn't been taking care of it lately
Lots of split ends
We all know
How girls like her
Despise anything but perfect hair
Her mind is scattered

She's drinking coffee
When she lifts it to her lips
Her hands shake a bit
It's probably not her first cup
Yep
She's going through something

When I approach
She looks down
And then pastes a horrific
Facade of a peeled back grin
Another addition to an already
Fizzled out display

I contemplate "hello"
But her body language speaks volumes
And tells me that whatever I say
Won't mean anything
Her minds not there
It's miles in the distance
Not even glancing back

So I walk, slowly
Away

I try to take

Only as much as I can give

Restoring balance

Is a way of life

accept me for who i am
beneath the skin i am so vulnerable
but on the outside i am tough
you'll never break through

pound upon my chest
my heart won't skip a beat
but please
do not rest your lips upon mine
for it will be a kiss of death

**** the venom from my tongue
and stay with me here

I'm not sure what went wrong
But I know I don't deserve this
You can't just lead me on
You can't just string me along

You have a way with your lips
and the lies that creep out of them
I know I don't deserve this
You can't just build me up
to watch me tumble

My lover asks me:
"What is the difference between me and the sky?"
The difference, my love,
Is that when you laugh,
I forget about the sky.

Oh, the horror.
When the teardrops falling
On your shirt
Stain you the color of dying roses
And the pale eyelids
Flutter suddenly shut,
The cheek in your chest and
Weak arms
Begging impossible safety
From your helpless hands.

And the scream ripping out of you
Is as warm
And as hollow
As the body
Resting quiet and heavy
In your shaking arms.

Reaching for                                      you.
                   ­               Tired.
I hold onto                                         another.
                       **Moving forward.