If you want to write a poem about the Sun
Make your way to the horizon before the morning comes
On a day that is clearly not a cloudy one
Pick yourself a rhyme before he comes along
That to me is the best way to get it done
If you want to write a poem about the Sun

If you want to write a poem about the Moon
Try these simple steps to help you through
All it is that you have got to do
Is throw yourself into a midnight attitude
And watch in the sky for the moon to wink at you
If you want to write a poem about the Moon

If you want to write a poem about the Stars
Find an open field where the sky is dark
Away from the city lights and the running cars
Lay upon your back for the view of Godly art
Enjoying as they make their way spark by tiny spark
If you want to write a poem about the Stars

If you want to write a poem about Love
Then you'd better know about it well enough
All the in's and out's with the down's and up's
Still you'll barely scratch the surface of
But never in your life should you give it up
If you want to write a poem about *Love

It's hard to write a poem
When there's nothing going on
It's hard to think of what to say
When you've given most of it away

As poets we never scratch the surface
We delve within, disclose our deepest sin
We crave our pain, declare it's for our art
Yet more often than not have no idea where to start

But start we do and start we must
A deep desire in all of us
To spill out on the written page
What little bit we have tried to save

Ink now is the poets blood
Fragments of self pour from within
Silence is our safety net
To stop us from bleeding out

Although it's hard to write a poem
With nothing going on
We still find words to form a verse
From deep within our marrow bone

Work © Mike Hauser & © Sia Jane

I am a ghost
In form and shape
And spirit and mind.

I am an empty shell
With nothing but hollowness inside
Nothing but hardness outside
I learn to live
And go through the motions of life
But

I am a ghost
In form and shape
And spirit and mind.

I think and live
And smile and cry
But I don't feel anything
Anymore.

Someone has left me this way
Killed me each time he said
"I don't want you anymore."

I've been killed a thousand times over
And

I am a ghost
In form and shape
And spirit and mind.

I would

take a bullet for you
to save you

fall off a building for you
retrieving your dearest possession

steal something for you
if you wanted it enough

never talk you to again
if it meant your safety

do all these things
even when I know you wouldn't do the same for me

I know...
I am not one of the pages of your book
or the words in your poem
But...
I will tirelessly watch over you from every nook.

I know I am your never
but you will forever be my always...

I know...
I am not the potrait you are painting
or the inspiration behind your masterpieces
But...
in my heart , it is your name I am engraving.

I know I am your never
but you will forever be my always...

I know...
I am not the reason for your smiles
or the tickles of your laughter
But...
for you, I would walk a thousand miles.

I know I am your never
but you will forever be my always...

I know...
I am not your shining star
or the light in your life
But...
till forever is through, I'll admire you from afar.

I know I am your never
but you will forever be my always...

I know...
I am not the one your heart beats for
or the one you desire
But...
my hearts says as long as it brings you happiness,
it wants nothing more.

I know I am your never
**but you will forever be my always...

These harsh words told by insecure people
who find satisfaction in hurting others
who do nothing but hate themselves
at night, doubt themselves inside,
find consolation in making others
feel the same way.
I know this and tell myself this
each and every day
but still these harsh words
make me want to jump off a cliff and onto the hard canyon floor below because I can't stand them anymore, though I know they aren't told with the deepest sincerity. Not
          at
all.

The knight in shining armor
Said to me one day
As he was saving me from the tower
Lifting me to freedom,
"What will you do after this?
Where will you go after this?
Would you love me after this?"

And then I, the princess,
the damsel in distress,
being saved from her prison,
knows she should be grateful,
and in love or at least adoration
can only reply,
"I don't know.
I'm not sure.
I cannot be sure of anything
right now."