I am the girl in this forest but you can't see me as human
You are used to call me a different cognomen
I have been trying so hard just to make you see
But you still find a dark and scary creature in me

Those dead bodies buried six feet below the ground
I hear their souls calling,  I hear the gloomy sound
Into your cruel minds,  I was the criminal
You cleave into my name the darkest pin of betrayal

I wonder why you always see me as a dark creature
And you only look at my color as my valid nature
Look at the moon that shines brightly over me
She wants to show who I am and yet you cannot see

I am the girl in this forest, I am a human like you
It is your mind,  it is your eyes that don't see what is true
Your mind thinks all the darkness,  your eyes  see what's skin deep
You paint in me an image that will make me mourn and weep

I'm just a girl in this forest who cease myself to live as free
For no matter what I do, a scary crow is what you see.

When I die, please give me a Daisy
You know it's my fave, please don't be lazy

When I die, please sing me a song
Sing it while my body is being buried to where it should belong

When I die, please look at me again
You can write a poem about me with your favorite pen

When I die, please read an old poem for me
Or you can make an artwork that only my soul can see

You can do everything, my love, everything you will
When I die, do it for me with your love as the strongest seal. 

Often, one young in ripened youth will fall in love
With such a glowing heart to flutter at fair
Red lips, to meet and touch another sensitively enough,
To look and dream in eyes so rare,

Turning to take the others' hands
Floating as a stream into trickling tears
Like a flower with dew on finest strands.
Their golden hair, caught by the luminous moon, appears

Now mirrored like their own reflected faces
Beaming, following each other in each other's dream,
Understanding the beauty and innocence that graces
Where they meet in a startling gleam.

Entering a non-ageing youth of whispered time
The lovers' hearts entwine to rhyme.


©Jack Aylward
(Published in the Scotia Review magazine, no.24 edition, Summer 2001).

Hold me tight and never let me go
In this time that I want to be free
I want to escape from the cruelty of this world
If only God heared my plea so long ago
I might be free from harm and heartaches of this life
I might be at peace and no worries and doubts
I might not be like this just trying to be alive
While I am already dead inside -my soul, my heart.

I lay in your arms my brown eyed man'
your gaze moulding mine like clay
seamless my breathe moves like sand
melting, in your arms I stay....

Helpless by your side I shall sway
breathless i look through velvet skies
selfless you stay by my side
Brown eyes, I know you tell no lies....

Lifeless now your brown eyes gaze above the stars
forever we are in heaven's arms that nest
cold and wet like the moon's scars
endless now your brown eyes are above the rest.....

My brown eyed man..

Debbie

You said there should be
No more lost-hope moments
While others choose not to trust
Could you still listen to me?
While others see the dark side of me
Could you still see my light?
I will still have this hope
That we are two different people-
   I am the flicker in this darkness
   You are swimming against the flow

Could you tell me I'm right?

As to how I feel thou wilt never know
like winter days crownèd with golden sun,
like bold summer replete with summer snow
while autumn's trees lose of their foliage none.
Much better for thee to view such a thing
than perjure the priz'd innocence of thine,
for such is its worth angels would take wing
and gather round thee thinking thou divine.
But O, to be at sixes and sevens
not wishing for thee to know of mine plight,
mouthing mine sorrows to the cold heavens
bearing this burden of wrong that is right.
For better for thee to think what thou will
when for me bad is good while all good ill.

Beyond all things I ask that thou art true;
take all my love for thy love is thine own
for with no love no error will I rue,
no fault to seek nor grievance to atone.
Do what thou will for I do wish it so
for with my love thou hast a two-fold gain,
with mine and thine if thou wouldst suffer woe
then be not grieved for I will bear the pain.
Too sweet, too sweet are thou for this harsh world
and never was this world fit for thy state,
for where's the rose that keeps its beauty furl'd
and were it so 'twould be a counterfeit.
Be true to you as night doth follow day
or as the rose befitting as it may.

If I could only reach out from this page
and hold thee in mine arms like lovers should,
like those star-cross'd lovers from past-gone Age,
from Shakespeare's Verona, why then I would ⎯
I would, I would hold thee like Orpheus
on saving his one love in hell ensnared,
but, ay me! 'tis false hope and of no use
and all but just a dream a fool has dared.
But if thou would think of me when thou read
and gently touch this page as if 'twas me,
if thou would only do this simple deed
do this for then thy touch would set me free.
For better is thy touch however small
if just mine page than have no touch at all.

I wear my heart on my sleeve but I have no shirt just thoughts of healing.
It is red and hurts so much in pain this heart I speak of on my sleeve.
Love hurts it always has and lately it can also **** you and me.
*** is a sentence a death sentence *** is a threat to your short life.
*** makes your toes curl with the right girl *** can be something that is nice.
Show my pain and people panic show kindness they spite my existence.
Love is pain and *** is pleasure *** is love when love is together.
It is a painful pleasure this love/*** thing a lot like everything.
Pleasurable pain that lasts forever whatever forever is.
This heart on my sleeve it burns like fire satisfy my desire.
Sometimes *** is love to die for forever always suicidal.
Burn this paper heart of mine in fire cry inferno desire.
And from its ashes it will learn to begin anew and love again.
Love again and begin anew these paper hearts of fire of mine.

A hearts tears now weeping in drowning pain
Isn't it my hearts wish for redemption
You spoke but of your feared moments again
But then uttered words of loves dimensions
There is but one and its never so strained
Love is but a feeling an extension
We then pondered soulful moments explained
Weeping eyes meet upon breaking tensions
Hands greeted upon tears, collapsing chains
Our hand were a beat held in suspension
Emotions were lit, pride by both remained
One simple kiss cleared all that was mentioned
Love, hearts, life kept us always entertained
We are what our souls and hearts intentioned