Seven steps away
An eternity to an ant
But not long for me
I linger at my table
Because my hands smell like bleach
But I've always had
trouble with that.
It could be that they're pretty
Like some kind of picture
But I look like
Some kind of muppet
so at least I'm usually in a good mood.
Now I smell like bleach
But at when least my feet
Touch the ground I know
There isn't a place lower
I could go

"I know how you feel"
I tell him but
I have to scream because
He can't hear me through all the pages.
They don't understand
Because they're young and shiny and they
Don't carry a picture of someone
In the pocket by their heart
Like they're casting a spell or
Feeling someone next to them in the dark
Just as they pull away.
I know how it feels
To have a pebble
that shines like a diamond that you
can't help but kiss
and to black out with dreams
of what you should have done
or said to change the story
you now play in your head.
"I know how you feel"
I scream as I scratch at the mirror
like I scratch at my skin but
I don't hear myself because
he can't hear me through
all of the pages.

You held my hand, you explained
and I felt nothing
You told me we were whole again
and I felt nothing

That day I walked home feeling broken
Now your back like no hurt was ever spoken
and I feel nothing
When you left I couldn't bear to let it sink in
You gave up all that the two of us had been
and I felt nothing

You held my hand so I would stay
and I felt nothing
I´ve been waiting forever for this day
and I feel nothing

Will there ever be someone so graceful, so kind
A person so prominent, invading my mind

A comrade, a companion, a brother to me
My searching's in vain; no other I see

I end this writing with a simple request
Please, let your day be simply the best.
My friend.

We are blessed
And we are beautiful,
It's the scars and lines
Between our eyes
That make us so unusual.

We give our best,
Accept what's left,
With star crossed minds
And Angels' shine,
We fall awake
Like dreaming ghosts.

Today was the the day,
I was given the news
"a body has been found"
"a body has been found"
at the base of the cliff.
First you're missing,
Now you're gone.
Why?
O why?
-But if only you could see,
how many people tried to find you
and how we all care.
If only you knew
If only you knew
Alas, it's too late

I thought of a great poem
while in the shower
I felt a bit overcome by it's power
I thought of flowers and love
I think it was something in the water
because as soon as the water dried
the poem died
I cried
because I did not remember it anymore.