My maybe's, synonymous with my
What if's, synonymous with my
— Not my, 'You'.
You, synonymous with my
Heartbreak so permanent, my body felt temporary
Sadness so deep, my Mother noticed
Isolation from flowers and chocolate and candy hearts
You,
Synonymous with
False images of us holding hands
Real images of you holding her hand and me, trying to imagine a world where I was her and you were the you I once loved.

A Touch Of Love
I sat there oblivious feeling empty and wondering who am I?
What am I doing, where am I going?
I searched for answers to my questions, but my mind was blank.
Leaving me desperate, sad, and without direction.
As the tears flow my eyes, the love crushing down,
And I felt no longer despair nor earthbound.

A light breeze blew upon my head, as I gazed at the flower bed.
A bold colorful ray of sunlight pushed against my soul
And its’ warm flow, like a stream of water ran from my head straight to my toe.
I knew that the love came crushing down.
For I no longer felt earth bound.

Joy processed me as never before, my spirit felt like it had soared.
Love had taken me to another plain; high above all earthly pleasures
To a place beyond all human measures, lifting my spirit, comforting my soul,
Caressing my body as it consoles.

Every limb of my body, every fiber of my soul went limp; as
I embraced the love that came from within.
Oh the sweet love that came crushing down,
Yes, God’s perfect love that left me spell bound.
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C. L. Hewitt                           January 30, 2013

I've known of the man called Freedom,
His eyes pristine and his hands of good gesture,
He gave to all he ever saw,
Even those who wished he'd be dead.
You see, Freedom is a nice man,
He had given us the chance to be one,
Yet some see him as a hindrance,
That he'd be the one to cut the bridge to their horrid ambition.
It's true Hell's already empty,
The Devils are already here!
And they'd tied Freedom to the podium!
And they'd ready their  flames and *****!
"Witness! As this hell of a saint be exposed before your very eyes!"
The Demons wailed and shouted.
"Light the flames! Expose his treacheries!"
As the demons hissed and the ***** lighted.













Freedom speaks.











Friends, my brothers, people of all brethren,
Ramble not, for I shall tell you truth.
Ebb is the fierceness you encounter,
End is the beginning of your hate.
Dawned to me, you have lost your innocence,
On the edge of light and darkness;
Mourning am I to you all.

Never the same are your reasons to fight,
Earnest are you to your reasons,
Vague, yet, are your answers.
Earthbound will be your rationality,
Revolving in wrong, your right.

Demonstrate not crudeness, but kindness,
Ice the hatred and let the good burn within you.
Enough of the foul that has come to be,
Sing the words that are your harmony.













All is silenced.

















Freedom opens his eyes.
The flames, gone.
The hissing, deafened.





















Freedom, is you.

I felt invisible today
How I dance around words and refuse to inch towards my door
How words fall onto my lap, only to be wiped away by my shaking hands

I felt lonely today
How best friends make pinky swears and how all I can keep safe is the gold cross on my neck
I pray to him and ask, God, let me love again

I felt.. Sad;
The kind of sadness that rolls over in bed ever so often
But will never leave
The one that despite my tugging at the feet
Only sinks even deeper into my being

But most of all
I felt nothing
I didn't feel the breeze as I tiptoed my way into being what my Mother calls 'normal'
Or the hot water I envied, how amazing it would be
To simply
Just
Evaporate.

And here we walk
the invisible road
No land markers tell of the way

Except the pressed earth
of ghostly footprints
All these little troubled things;
We press on further

We walk the road before the dawn
And without a noise to disturb
The lethargic world around

We walk without a stir
and without the notice
of the life nearby.