Close your eyes, and now you're here
The world I build around me
It exists when I am not
And I create my surroundings.

The sky is blue and sparrows sing
The sun never sets to darkness
No matter the weather without my world
Within the sunlight sparkles.

Whether a lie or fairytale
My world keeps me alive
So whenever you feel you need a break
Step on in, just close your eyes.

There are little tiny fears
Stabbing like pinpricks of light
They don't really hurt but I feel them
As I stay up late tonight.

I'm afraid to be open
I think I should be closed
But the more I try to shut them out
The more I am an in unbloomed rose.

The later it gets, the worse I feel
Fears tucking in the bedsheets
The fact that I'm afraid of the dark
Is one of my lifelong feats.

Anger drives some fears away
But they inevitably return
Maybe if I banished with love
I'd actually learn.

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   There comes a point
   in the dead of night
When all is still without you
   You cannot see
   if you look outside
And the darkness grows about you.

   There is a time
   when the lights go out
And the moon is dead beneath me
   That the dark things crawl
   and come alive
And I wonder what you'll bequeath me.

Did I know my love was small
Even though I felt it was large?
My love was selfish, though
I thought it would recharge.

What is love, anyway?
What is it when it is wrong?
Is it still love when it's misplaced
And you're not singing the same song?

Will I rediscover love
Just like I'm discovering me?
Will it give me hope for the future
Or just be discouraging?

My poems don't have titles
But who likes reading "Unnamed"?
If they were all called "Untitled"
Then they would all look the same!

Titles are so boring
I wish I could paint for each one
A portrait of the image
The poem reminds me of.

If I was better at naming
Then maybe they'd have better names
But as far as I can see
I could as easily call this one "James"

I have a dream
Of a world where names aren't needed
But that won't happen now
Unless I barge on unheeded

I feel very random
Because "Let It Go"'s stuck in my head
It's driving me crazy
I'd rather sing "Let It Burn" by RED

This is me on chai tea
This is me when I've had a long day
I don't care what anyone thinks
I don't care what anyone'll say

I'm really going to do it
I'll write a poem with no name
Maybe it'll be glorious
And maybe it'll be lame.

But whatever happens to it
I think I'll go back to before
When poems and books had names
And titles were nothing more.

It was just a game, I said
I didn't think we meant it
A few cute looks, some flirting;
Of pettiness strong scented.

I had a crazy idea
Just a thought inside my head
What if I put down my flower
And you gave me your heart instead?

The look on your face was confusion
And disconcerted interest
You asked to clarify, and then
Slowly lifted your heart from your chest.

I felt mine stop beating
As you placed it in my hands
Dread almost overcome me
That you went with my commands.

This is real, I thought then
And gulped and looked at you
I almost lost my memory
Of what I was supposed to do.

Holding it, I watched it beat
Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub
But simply holding it was just
Too boring, I thought with a shrug.

So I tossed your heart up in the air
And I caught it with evident ease
The fear on your face and the horror
Did nothing to me but please.

It was a game, I felt it
As I tossed it up once more
But too high this time I threw it...
and it fell splat on the floor.

I froze. I could not move
For the shock at what I had done;
I couldn't bear to see it there
When it had been all in fun.

I ran as swiftly as I could
To get away from there
Sorrow flooded my frightened heart
I didn't really care.

But as I looked back to the place
Where your heart lay in pieces,
I watched you lift it up to God
Who all broken hearts eases.

From old to new, young to old,
Great lords can be traced
And before their time inevitably comes
Burns their memory unerased.

From the lives of one such man,
Traveling in the call box,
We know the game of chance was won
Because sticky-uppy hair rocks.

Savéd he the rich and poor;
He battled monstrous foes--
And before the eleventh hour struck,
He'd had his share of woes.

Companions in hearts and soul,
He gave of himself so readily;
How could one lose so much
But never lose one's empathy?

His smile warmed the hearts of all,
His pain struck them to the core;
And not one of us didn't dream of the day
He'd show up at our door.

He'd fought his Goliath, like all of us must do,
And waited for the sunrise to appear;
Not one but two hearts beat in his chest,
Which some might think very queer.

He held our hearts and attention,
We watched him victorious with pride;
But as long as he stayed, we loved him
And missed him when Eleven arrived.

From old to new, young to old,
There's always a bit of a shocker:
Regeneration really *****
And you never forget your first Doctor.

Please, hear my cry, Lord
I cannot hold this in
I feel the guilt of years and years
Can you overlook so much sin?

I'm lost and I can't keep going, Lord
But if you sent a voice from the sky
I feel that I would still disobey
And misunderstand, and lie.

I'm in desperate need of your mercy
For your grace to overflow
No matter how many times I come
The peace always seems to go.

I'm living in fear of messing up
And that's just part of life
I should not live in fear at all
You control the hardship and strife.

Am I losing my mind, or just out of it?
Nothing seems to make sense
But I know I can find my way
If I just focus on your presence.

Such a young girl, she was easy to miss
Something of a wonder, you'd never know
Such a little girl, innocence was not bliss
But no one knew how far she'd go. 

They were two hearts too close together
And they were bound to break apart
Thought they'd last forever
But then he took her heart. 

Far away he was taken, that flight
The space seemed a wide abyss
Cried himself to sleep at night 
Such a young girl, easy to miss. 

He healed almost before she'd said 'bye'
His heart unevenly cured
Another had caught his curious eye 
Away from his best friend lured. 

She fought to be his number one once more
The pain so sharp unbearable 
So she left through a one-way door
Thinking her heart incurable. 

Such a young girl, she was easy to miss
Something of a wonder, you'd never know
Such a little girl, innocence was not bliss
But no one knew how far she'd go. 

Their intellect was a magnet toward
The love that grew inside
Their knowledge was a goblet poured
On the adventures they'd leave behind. 

Bliss was not innocence, not this time 
For she well knew where she'd go
Away from it all on the line
They'd raise children of their own. 

But the seed of doubt is sometimes right
It sometimes speeks the truth
But when you're the one doubted it is a knife
And it's only pointing at you. 

Such a young girl, she held on tight
But they really just needed space
To see that they were never right
When they only wanted to erase. 

Such a young girl, she was easy to miss
Something of a wonder, you'd never know
Such a little girl, innocence was not bliss
But no one knew how far she'd go. 

Easy to yearn for, easy to miss
No wonder they grew so fast
I wonder sometimes about this
If they ever mourned her last

Heaven knows how many she missed
Lying awake at night
But how many times was the lenthy list
Requitted when the time wasn't right?

There was a story
I wanted to hide
But escaped no matter
How hard I tried.

I had a scar
I wanted to fade
But it stuck out ugly
And always disobeyed.

There was a memory
I wanted to forget
But the truth was clear then
And I always thought of it.

There was a future
I wanted to be real
But hopeless days before me
Were all that I could feel.

I came across a Healer
He ripped me open wide
And touched all of my hurting parts
And made me new inside.

Now I know a Savior
Who knows you like his own
He can change you just like me
And melt your heart of stone.

Walking along, a sunny day
Just a boy and his dog
Smiling, laughing, barking, skipping
Further and further along.

Following behind her boy
The faithful puppy trots
She would follow him anywhere
Through all the shady spots.

As the road gets rougher
The boy knows she should go
She can't follow him forever
But his little puppy doesn't know.

He'll see her tomorrow
'Go home, girl,' he says
His puppy doesn't understand
She happily stays.

Stopping, the boy turns,
'Go home, girl!' he cries
Confused, the puppy stops
And looks into his eyes.

"Go!" he shouts, louder now
His dog winces at his voice
He doesn't want her to get hurt
So he has no choice

Throwing a stone, he runs at her
"Get out of here!" he shouts
And away runs his precious dog
Hurt and stunned with doubts.

She'll be alright, he knows
Her feelings they will heal
Next time she will know
His anger was not real.

If love was a feeling
It would be everywhere
The sun and trees and grass and bees
There would always be love in the air.

If love was convenient
Then it would be easy to love
Easy to love, easy to leave
Life would never get rough

If love was just effortless
Then it would not mean much
You wouldn't try hard, it wouldn't be part
Of the life-changing motion of love.

If love wasn't worthwhile
Hatred would be much more common
Rewards of kindness would be lost behind us
And no one would care if you loved them.

If love wasn't painful
Then it could never grow you
You couldn't be cut to get out of your rut
And nothing would ever caution you.

If love wasn't so wonderful
It would be something else
Like apathy or ignorance, distrust or pride,
Love wouldn't be worth it.