And does thou heart not know of love
Yet you spend your time idle in this tower

Are tears wet upon such skin so soft
As to remind you of the loneliness
That beats within your breast

You speak of days now passed yet never
Talk of such freedom burning inside your
Immortal soul

How then old hag of time do thou think
That love shall find such a door open to love that is even to the blind man closed forever

Stop the wailing of banshees from pale lips that spew hatred for time time that you took as a prisoner when in this tower you did seek solitude away from the outside

I have no more to say but one
let the reflection of the moon that glows
Be the mirror to your end

You’re just a voice on the phone
Flickering lights on a screen.
I don’t mean to be mean
But you’ve seen how upset
And how lonely I get
From missing you
When you do that smile,
That twist of your lip
And I slip into wishing
Pushing reality aside
And wanting to reach
Each time, greedily
Into the phone
And no longer be alone
Missing you.

And now, with Skype
A new type of missing
Has appeared in my world.
Now the curl of your hair
Is also down there
Where I can see it and
It’s grand to lust after it;
To get to sit and dream
Though it seems naughty
Somehow ******
Since it is you
What else can I do?
It feels better than crying
And trying to pretend
That on this end
Everything is fine.
I don’t mean to whine.

Often, perfection is a reflection
And you are looking into a mirror
You might need to see clearer
To realize you are staring
At a glaring projection of you
And not someone in front of you.
Now you have something to do.
You get to see if illusion
Causes so much confusion
You don’t know who is who
And who is they and who is you.
Sometimes, it’s not fun to do
Because new doesn’t always mean
Best, or wonderful or fun.

It reminds of the a certain elf
Who fell in love with himself
But he was looking in a mirror.
A lady elf called to him, but
He couldn’t hear her.
He was listening to poetry
Of love and praise of beauty
And felt it was his duty
To listen in total rapture
Not realizing he was captured
By the words he heard.
He felt he had no choice.
But it was his own voice.
He was listening to himself.
Silly elf.

So, if you work in Santa’s home
And look rather like a gnome
You might be excused
When you get accused
Of falling for your reflection.
This is just a suggestion,
But it seems it never misses,
Just remember old Narcissus
And don’t follow this whim.
Don’t be like him and the lake
Loving this reflection so thoroughly
You lose touch with reality
And make a conscious decision
To fall for a warped vision.

On the lake I did lay as the clouds drifted away
Listening to the beating of my heart
Silence now found on this watery ground
My eyes as wide as the ravine

Taking in the quiet time thanking mother earth
For letting me rest a while
In the ***** of her girth

For I am just a speck of life
Floating in the pond
Hopes and dreams now lay still
As I drift along

So when my journey ends some time
And earth is now my blanket
I'll reflect upon that sunny day
The water gave birth to me

At the risk of being critical
You’re nothing but a criminal.
You take what you want
And even stop to flaunt
You thinking you are pretty
Makes you have no pity.
You take all personal pride
From how you look outside.

You’re as deep as a saucer
And before I go further
Let me lay this fact on you
Most of us are on to you.
We expect so little of you,
It makes it hard to love you.
There’s so little more to see
Than your superficiality.

To be sure your looks served
To attract me so I swerved
And ran along beside you
To learn what was inside you
But imagine my great surprise
To find nothing behind your eyes.
As far as I soon came to tell
It was like I was talking to a well.

But it is okay, cutie, it’s all fine
I’ll just move on down the line
And find someone with a soul;
A personality that is whole.
I will find a person who cares
About more than clothes and hair
You can move on and have fun
With some other image-oriented one.

bridges can burn when you're not looking
sometimes, you can be five hundred miles away
and arsonists will strike, not even in the dead of night
when you return- nothing is the same, you're not sure why
you just miss the old way, but once it's been burned
you can't make the crumbling ashes stay
and it hurts.

I wish I could know if it hurts you too
or not but I guess I never will

and I also wish everyone was friendly towards me
because it's not like I blew up the ******* world-
I'm tired of half-side glances and avoided eye contact and
body language where they point their feet away and
checking the time, I don't know what I did to deserve that
you know? I'm just as hurt and ****** up as some of them
and just as happy and chill and laid back as some of them
and just as good of a friend as some of them
(but from what I've seen, that's not saying much.)