Imagine a crowded room
Every person is talking
A pin drops to the ground
Can You Hear It?

Imagine a city bus
Full of people
A pin drops to the ground
Can You Hear It?

Imagine a green park
People stroll around leisurely
A pin drops to the ground
Can You Hear It?

Imagine an empty room
White walls, concrete floors
A pin drops to the ground
You can't hear it.

do you know what it feels like
not to belong?

the mind is aching,
searching for a place
to call home,
where you get tucked in at night
and finally get some sleep

a place
to feel free,
where you can dance in the rain
and laugh in the pale moonlight

but the thing you refuse
to believe

you reject
in the depths of your heart

is the search
will never stop.

Everyday she takes on the mask.

She pretend to be something, just so she can fit in.

When she comes home, she takes of the mask in the mirror, and keep question herself about who she is.

If we weren't so judgemental we would have get too know so many souls, you cant even know.

My sense of humour
is a bit of a defense mechanism
against the nature of Life, itself.

To be able to laugh
in the face of adversity
is neither incredulity or irreverence,
but, rather, the opposite:
it is courage to face it head on
and to take it for what it is
and to make amends with it,
for better or for worse.

hacking the cloud
to paint the sky

- code in words
gets the color
down between the lines -

beneath the verse -
perfectly - poetically

- subversive.

r ~ 10/19/14

I've fallen in love
Irresponsibly, irrevocably like Bella in Twilight

It's cheesy
Beautiful
And terrifying

It's deep
And everything I could ever dream
It's romantic

Like a movie
Or a book

It smells like church and has unspoken promises of everything and nothing.

Time cares not for your tears,
nor contemplates the weary years,
it toils with its prey inside its lair,
feasting on our pain and despair,

It cannot sooth a weeping soul,
or spirit dark as blackened coal,
it bares no comforting arms to hold,
just scorns in jest as our life's unfold.

a few clumpy eye lashes glued by tears to a faded pillow
a book hanging halfway off of the dresser,
page 12
a water spotted wine glass with a faded purple stain
this is what heartbreak looks like

The nature of a doorway
is both open and shut.
Wait not for the mending of time
'for tending your bruises and cuts.

Ask the moon if she prefers
fullness over cast in shadow.
Her reply, "A darkened sky
makes oceans no more shallow."

Your little hands bruised me
Your little words scorned me
Your little knives cut me
Your little face haunts me
Your little mind scares me
Your little heart loved me
But all your little things killed me