my thoughts about you do not rhyme
they are too twisted to repeat
the part of me that wants you
is a part of me that cannot speak

in the still air
grain fields shimmer
pale blue green
a silent sea

what force or what pressure
could ever
compress you

enough to force you
to transform

deep down in your core
may be one filthy diamond

waiting in the grime
and the coal

.                  black and white                            I am twilight                  
    and night and day                            I am grey          



  ?



  heaven and hell                       shells within shells
                   earth and sky                                who am I?                       .

I hide my pain from a lot of people

I don't want to add to their problems

I am afraid to cry in front of my friends

I don't want them to see

the ways that I am broken

I want to be strong for them

So when they ask me how I am

I smile and say


"Everything is OK"


"Everything is OK"


"Everything is OK"



I tell the same lie

every day

sparrows and crows
what do they know?

the stars above
the world below

and through their eyes
what do they see

when they fly through the sky
like we do in our dreams?

tomorrow we will draw
---------------a different line--------------
in the same sand