I have a little friend that lives
within my beard, she is my
morning wake up call as she
pecks and chirps in my ears.

People think it may be strange
to have a little bird in my beard,
but she never goes hungry, as she
cleans all the crumbs from
my breakfast, lunch and tea.

I have a smile each and everyday,
for when I look in to the mirror, I
see her in her nest beard, looking
back at me.

So if ever walking and see me talking
and chirping, know I am not as
crazy as I seem, I'm just chatting
to my friend who lives within my beard.

I am blind but yet I see, with fingers
That look for me touching all around
caressing things unseen, a picture in
my mind forms and now that which
was dark, now seen brightly before me.
I see beauty in what I feel, as nothing
is false everything I touch is what I see.

Though I can not see, I smell the
fresh cut grass, I smell the Sunday
roast the smells light up my mind
with the aroma floating in the air,
the smells many different shows
many pictures that for with in my
mind.

I taste the world around my taste
buds exited by what I eat, each
mouthful a fire work exploding
in my mouth moist, hot, cold its
all exciting to me, I breath in and
taste the world, each odor that enters
I can taste the things that are around,
but the best taste is a kiss to me.

Just because I am blind it doesn't
mean I am less than you. For I
see with my other senses touch,
taste, and smell are stronger
with one less, and I am more than
you can believe.

My life
       has
            been many
                       hard
                              steps to
                                 climb
                                         but when
                                          I reached
                                                        the top
                                                      I looked
                                                                ­  Down and
                                                             ­           though
                                               ­                                     it was
                                                                ­                      hard
                             I had stepped above my worries and left them in the past.

Love is like a candle, unlit the
love is safe, never shared just a
wick to afraid to light the feelings
that will spark this heat of love alive.

once lit, will  love burn slowly
lasting through time, or will it
burn bright and quick and just
as fast it was lit, then extinguished,
are love just a puddle on the floor
hard and cold.

Love is a candle, there are many
ways, each has its moments to
love once, loss it and never
open a heart again, to love over
and over till the wick  slows and
you meet the one where you heart
wishes them to stay, and the eternal
love, which is one love that last
till the end of our days..

I crave the way you touch me with your lips and the way your fingers float across my hips.
 I crave the way your legs go in between mine and the way your smile gives me butterflies inside.
 I crave hearing your voice the way you say I love you and I crave falling asleep feeling safe and sound next to you.
- bzq

When lamination slowly starts to creep
We weep
We seek
To release
We're meek
Helpless
Sleep sleeplessly
Terrible dreams
We seek what they mean
Froze
Stuck
In our lamination
Paralyzed in our dreams
Rainbows and unicorns were not in them
And if they were they were what led me to these nightmares
Nightmares when I try to run
Try to scream
Try not to stare at the rising sun
My lips blue
lying on the beach
Skin pale and sand smeared lips
Eyes unblinking
almost vacant, but not quite

There's still life!
My body rarely barely breathing
So still that it's eerie
My brown eyes almost vacant and unmoving
I know I'm there
I can hear the ocean
I can feel the morning breeze brushing my sand covered face and the strands of my hair
The problem is that it isn't me
There's no way I'm this beautiful or pale
Yes, I'm almost dying
But she's not me
Her skin is a white porcelain
Her eyes are the only thing of mine that's hers
Her hair brown
Her figure slim yet curvy
I'm in her body
I remembered
My body changed
But not my soul
This is me
The opposite of me
In a parallel universe who almost succeeded in what I did
*My soul was showing me what my other me did too

I used to be sad
I used to cry everyday
I questioned taking my life
I questioned it often
But what changed me
Was realization

I realized I had a dog
A pet that would wait
For you to come home
A pet that wags his tail
When you come home

And I thought
What if I never came back home?
Would he still wait for me?
And  I realized that pets do not understand death
And they wait for their owners to come home
They will wait to see you again

They do not understand that you're gone
That you are never coming back
But they will continue to wait
With hopes that you will come home
Pets don't understand death

You EXcited me, you were  
that EXtra special person that  
made me believe.

You would go that EXtra mile to
make me happy, but then the
EXtra care you took for me to
never see who you were messaging
on the phone. Till that day i just
looked by chance and that day I
felt all alone.

I wondered why you would
do this to me, EXtra woman
on your phone. I was shocked
and hurt I thought you were the
one EXample but I was EXpecting
To much now I know.

But you were many EX,s but now
your the EX that walks out my door..

The lamb it was a good
friend, always there when
the rumors spread, the lies
were like a virus that spread
through out my friends.

It made me think it was a friend,
when I was shunned by those
who were meant to be friends.
But I saw a tooth in this lamb it
left scratches on my mind.

I was on the hunt for truths
that lay hidden, and then the
lamb was reviled to be a wolf
preying on those around it
turning friend against friend.

Always there for me but was
whispering lies and being there
for other friends, it showed
its true face with a smile its
teeth did show and the claws
were in everyone each others friends.

It howled with glee at what it had
done, thinking it was a lamb a friend,
but was a wolf what prayed upon the
weakness of its prey, for we were the
lambs, and it left to hunt for new pray
never was it seen again..

I wish to know nothing
So that I don't feel something that is aching
It's a surprise, an unexpected one
And while hearing that voices like doom, I wish I could run.

The joke is on me, I know
Because I let this tiny thing in my heart to grow
I give meanings with those little acts
Not thinking that one day, it will fade away.

I do my very best to hide
I smile, I act like there is nothing wrong
In short, I'm trying to be strong
But in everything I do, all I feel is a shade from you.

Those text messages, chats and undetermined sweetness
Those unusual looks when the sparks fly between our eyes
Those time when you are sitting next to me
I realize that all I think before is fantasy.

It's a bit painful to stay away
Ghost from you keep on waving and saying Hey
This story is only about to start
But suddenly it was finish already.

Social media, a person with
so many friends a picture seen,
liked by others and even new
friends now seen.

But turn off that phone,
the laptop, and your I Pad too,
and when you look around
there is only you.

With no others to see, a
person alone, no real people
around, untill the log on is
done but are these real friends as
never  really seen.

A person has never been
more alone, when so many
friends are seen, but one must
talk for real connect not over
WI-FI but face to face not
face book or twitter its
not really real...