I remember how her eyes lit up
At the sight of a flitting bird.
I remember how her eyes looked down
Pretended the harsh words were unheard.
I remember how those eyes changed
When she realized she could be loved.
I remember how her eyes drained
When she found she wasn’t his only one.
I remember how her eyes turned dark
Swallowed, chewed up, released.
I remember how her eyes recovered
And she learned to smile again.
I remember how her eyes changed once more
When she learned who would treat her right.
I remember how her eyes grew tears
When it came to say goodbye.

Creating, breathing.
Swallowed by a page
Immersed in a thought
Slaying thy rage.

Painting, singing.
Troubles gone away
Stolen by a song
Living a new day

Pencil stroke
Devour my pain
Make a work of art
Make me whole again

Revenge is just a quick fix
That quickly slips from fingertips
Purse your lips and take a sip
It just tastes too good.

A moment of silence can free the tormented heart.
The world moves at the speed of light.
Time is flying by in the blink of an eye.
So much constant mental stimulation flowing throughout the day.
Technology is gradually stripping our humanity away.
Imagination inspired by the written word has transformed into zombie stares into a screen.
Conversations that once lead to new creations and thoughts that touched the heart and moved the soul, have been discarded like yesterday's trash and replaced with a unemotional, unfeeling text message.
The power of the pen is weakened into memory and replaced with keyboard strikes and lighted screen.
How uncommon it is to find a kindred spirit among the crowd.
Someone who can appreciate the ramblings of a sensitive heart, a wondering mind, an uneasy soul.
That only release of the cage of this society is to put ink to parchment.
Line after Line of the deepest, darkest, dimensions of the mind.