The people we meet in life
always stay with us -
some as beautiful memories,
and
some as ugly scars.

Every morning I wake up
feeling a void in my heart.  
I stare at the friendly knife,
wishing to soak it
in my pool of blood.

My life was
an open book.
You just forgot
to read a few chapters.

Carrying my truth.
I stand by my views,
watching through
my weakening gaze.

After a raging storm,
making peace with myself,
I vanish into the air,
my convictions fold with me.

Without simple answers,
wearing the new lens,
I see another world:
not clearer,
not wiser,
not safer,
…
just slightly shifted.

some of your fire you impart unconsciously
- a flame with every smile
the sparks as you travel your path
the heat from your furnace heart
-as you rage against injustice
the warmth from your soul
each time you offer a prayer
-thinking of others.

(Maddy’s Music challenge:
“Write a poem based on three words from a song.”
Song: 'Words of love' by the Beatles 1964)

I’m the harshest critic,
the truest of nonbelievers,
when words of love are used.
Soapy words will not deliver
so please stop trying to be smooth.

Don’t compare me to a summer’s day!
I know that’s from some Broadway play.

Waste not flattery’s rose
praise not my grace,
at least not to my face,
you’re better off praising my clothes.

Forgo sweetness, promise nothing
then you may be onto something
say it, straight up, I won’t faint
trust me, sir, I am no saint.
.
.
A song for this:
Words of love by the Beatles

lit up by the Daystar
eyes searching
for the source of sounds you hear

the Sun touches your skin
a gentle reminder
there is always a bigger picture

you taste the fruits of labour
often someone elses efforts
giving thanks for providence

the sweet smell of a flower
can transport your mind
to unknown places.