She loved the sky
Always looking up
Daydreams of the sky and clouds, the moon and the stars kept her happy
She stayed in her daydreams especially when times were bad on earth
Tired of talking to cops seeking protection
and hiding under the bed where the monster would pull her out and hurt her
In these moments, she taught herself to have her mind drift off
She was in the sky
As she was flying up, Earth hit her
As if her wings got clipped
Then one day, she decided she wanted to permanently be in the sky
She cut all ties with Earth
And flew into the sky
She flew past the sky that she always daydreamed of
Heaven had a much more beautiful sky

This girl I know
She is just ... like a book.

Her cover is so beautiful
And yet ... forever changing looks.

But this girl's beauty
Is unlike any that you've seen.

It really comes from all those pages
Those pages in between.

Each page tells a story
Some of sorrow oh so sad.

But for every one of those that you read
You'll find one of better time's she's had.

This girl I know
She rules a realm that no one ever see's.

This girl will never show it to you
And she will never show it to me.

This girl is tough
And dauntless and strong.

This girl she sings
The most beautiful songs.

This girl will never let you see her cry.

This girl will never answer you why.

This girl she doesn't need wings to fly.

Because this girl ... She is the sky.

You will find her overhead
Every day and every night.

Her sun will warm the hardest heart
And her stars they shine so bright.

If you should ever catch her and open that book
You'd better read as fast as you can.

Standing still in any one place
Is never in her plans.

But, this girl I know isn't running from something
And it's not that she's some bird on a wire.

She isn't blindly running through time, you see
This girl I know ... She has a world to set on fire.

I’ve made my mint from you by force feeding you fears,
you made it up to yourself by wasting my years.

The “what if’s,” “where at’s,” and questionable deeds,
self righteous as I am your good intentions are just unwatered, planted seeds.

You spun detailed, vivid plans to any and all who would listen,
but if we both worked so ******* ‘us’ why is it just my brow that glistens?

The history is our guide, our hope and a lesson used for learning,
you didn’t study, repeat offender as you set fire to your past, now burning.

Only ashes remain for me to sift through and ***** out,
you let your flame burn, ever so small - impossible to remove doubt.

Blackened, burned and now a soul too dark to leave,
the truth fought through and your intentions I couldn’t sieve.

We are now just the walking dead, “I care about you,” another lie that’s been fed.

Hold me while you hate everything that I love for,
trick my trust and lie for my lust, I can’t survive anymore.

I painted our picture with red lashes from this heart within,
I should have noticed when you cut all ties, it’s too late to try again.

There was a time when you and I
were impossibly tied to one another,
when we reached the ends of our ropes
we had no place to go but each other.

Years of the world trying to pull us apart
had only made us more tightly bound,
but when it came time for us to part
there was no way we could be unwound.

The problem with knots is when they get too tight
and you no longer want them teathered,
you're left with a single heartbreaking choice:
one end needs to be severed.

A rope that's cut will lose its strength
and the ends will begin to fray,
so one would expect it to loosen in time
until it finally falls away,

but even though my end was cut
the day we were torn apart,
the piece of me that remained tied to you
became the chains that still bind my heart.

As she stares at the stars and you stare at her,
You wonder what she sees in them.
It’s the stars that make her smile like that.
You want to wash your hair with stardust,
Wear a necklace of a shimmering constellation,
Shove entire planets in your eyesockets,
And burst into a girl-supernova
So that maybe, just maybe, she will love you, too.

Musings that never found a home in a completed poem

I.

      and he swears he saw a million futures in his eyes and they all led back to him

II.

      his eyes were like the middle of an ocean; calm and steady to expertly mask the worlds of chaos underneath

III.

      to trust is to give away a piece of your heart and hope its new owner doesn’t crush it between their teeth

IV.

      and you wonder if telling the truth and cleaning your conscience is worth breaking your own heart

V.

     he almost made her believe that, that she was brilliant. she wanted to believe it, but she knew better

I recall
The thunder that deafened my ears
That called out to my broken heart
I screamed into my pillow trying to challenge you... Trying to be louder than you
Because heartbreak is a baffling whirlwind that will take you to another world
Oh my heart
My broken aching heart...
He left you...
Alone
Screaming
And now I scream my heart out to you
Pouring rain and howling winds
My heart shatters at every thunder strike
Bringing me to reality
It really is over
All that effort...
Every trial I stood through
The wind begs to come inside
Screaming
To escape from the torture outside...
Oh you don't wish to come in here...
There is a battle cry ringing
Shrieking
Squealing
Pleading to be heard
How could he leave?
After all I gave...

I wore black the next day
Mourning him as if he had died
Yet he was well alive in my heart and mind
And he still walked around
Not a care
Never caring about the trails he makes
His ****** trails in my heart
As he slashed at her
Beating her to a pulp...
She tries to beat on...
She gasps and begs him to leave her to be at peace
But he pesters on
He straddles her
Grabs her thigh
Pushes her down as she struggles to get back up...
He kisses her as tears stream down her face
He bites her lips open
And she tries to scream
But she merely whimpers...
There's nothing she can do now
His hands travel lower
And she screams... inside
This isn't tender. This is... Something else

She is
Bruised

He has taken her

Oh crying girl in my heart... Don't let him do this to you...
Don't let him keep this piece of you

O God, dear thunder, lightning and storm outside
Don't dare beg to be here
There is someone broken inside of me
Someone who yearns for his touch again
Broken girl...
You don't want her...

I hear the rain
Drenching the earth
And I,
I stay dry and
Barren
Of his touch.

I met my love at a pub
Drinking a pint of brew
We fell madly in love
Before I really knew

However I had an issue
He had a tattoo of his exwifes name
On his upper arm
TRISH

Outwitting an unwilling participate is a hard thing to do
Especially when the other person doesn't have a clue
The humiliation my cause for alarm
We needed to find a solution Before there was further harm

I sweetly batted my eyes and suggested
He add a line under the letter  T
changing the name from
TRISH to IRISH
HELL NO he replied I'm not Irish

I held my temper at all cost
I began to think the situation was lost
although my blood began to boil
We needed to find  our way through this toil

I stood my ground
I smiled speaking in the sweetest voice I found
leaving him no choice but accept my wish
WELL DARLING I'm not TRISH

He wondered how he would feel making love to me
If I had another man's name from him to see
His compassion saved the day
Understanding how I could feel this way

My darling love drinks a beer
To celebrate St Patrick's Day cheer
perhaps to remember the sacrifice he made to get here
Few know the story behind the tattoo he holds dear

Word to the wise
Think twice
about getting a tattoo a loved one may despise
A tattoo is like going under the knife
Your choice lasts a lifetime
Happy wife happy life